"Fuck, I can't hold out anymore."
Although Lin Fan felt no pain, he could still sense that something seemed wrong with his body.
There was a crack.
The vertebrae at the back of his neck seemed to have split. Under such frequent pounding, they had finally given out.
Pfft!
A mist of blood sprayed out.
His lungs had burst.
Lin Fan's face was somewhat pale, a sign of serious injury. Even with his current Body Tempering Fifth Stage cultivation, he could not withstand this kind of tempering.
Slow down. I have to slow down.
He wanted to kill himself now, but with so many people watching, he would have to find a good spot first.
"Junior Brother Lin, are you all right?" Lü Qiming instantly appeared beside Lin Fan, supporting him with one hand as he asked worriedly.
Lin Fan waved a hand. "I'm fine. My blood was surging a little too violently, so I briefly spat out a mouthful of blood. I'll head back and recuperate first. Senior brothers, keep cultivating."
Lü Qiming was still concerned. "Are you really all right?"
Lin Fan's expression turned serious. "I'm fine. Even in my current state, I could kill an ox with one punch. Do you believe me?"
Without waiting for Lü Qiming to say anything else, Lin Fan left.
He was genuinely afraid he would fail to hold it in and suffer a massive hemorrhage. If that happened, it would really be fucking bullshit.
Yin Xiaotian watched Lin Fan's retreating figure. "Is Junior Brother Lin all right?"
Gao Dazhuang stopped cultivating. "Junior Brother Lin really is incredible. To think he could last so long. He must have cultivated the Body Refining Art to an extremely high realm."
Inside the room.
The moment Lin Fan entered, he could no longer suppress his coughing and coughed up a mass of blood.
"Holy shit, not only did my lungs burst, even my liver burst. It's just like they said. Who could withstand this kind of cultivation? With resonance this intense, how could it not shake something wrong inside you?"
In his current condition, he counted as seriously injured. If he recovered slowly, who knew how long it would take?
He picked up the longsword beside him and, without hesitation, drew it across his neck. Blood spurted out.
With an "ah," providing his own BGM vocals, he crashed to the floor.
Hard Cultivation Points +10.
Ten seconds later, Lin Fan opened his eyes and moved his body a little. His bones creaked, but there was not a single problem.
He had recovered completely. Nothing was wrong at all.
He checked his Hard Cultivation Points. They had now reached 1,265.
He had already shown off today. It was time to consider what came next. His goal was to leave this place and live freely from then on, but leaving would not be so easy. He had to think of a way.
However, looking around, he could hardly bear the sight. Blood covered the floor, looking rather creepy. He hurried to clean it up.
In his current situation, he needed to increase his strength quickly. Growing stronger himself was the only truth.
When Lin Fan appeared at the training grounds again.
Lü Qiming was dumbfounded.
"Junior Brother Lin, why are you here?" He had long since noticed that Junior Brother Lin was injured, yet scarcely any time had passed before he returned.
Lin Fan sighed. "Senior brother, whenever I think of our current situation, I can neither eat nor sleep in peace. Since my condition isn't much of a problem now, I came back to keep cultivating."
Looking at Junior Brother Lin, Lü Qiming felt his hot blood boil completely. "Junior brother, well done."
Beyond those words, he truly did not know what to say.
He realized that Junior Brother Lin's awareness was simply far too high, so high that he had already begun to admire him.
Lin Fan felt rather helpless about coming to this place. Even this body's original owner had been an orphan, with no one to rely on and nowhere worth feeling attached to.
Whatever. Cultivate.
The boulders pounded him, creating a dual resonance with his flesh, and his Hard Cultivation Points rose exceptionally quickly.
That entire afternoon.
All the disciples at the training grounds were fired up.
They cultivated as if their lives depended on it, yet in their eyes, there was an even more terrifying existence-that disciple.
His crazed cultivation left them gaping in disbelief. Had they not seen it with their own eyes, who would have believed it?
In the distance.
"Who is that disciple?" A middle-aged man with an extraordinary presence fixed his gaze on the training grounds.
"Senior Brother Lu, he is Lin Fan," the disciple beside him replied respectfully, his eyes filled with admiration as he looked at Senior Brother Lu.
The senior brother before him possessed unfathomable cultivation and incomparable strength. He was an idol in the hearts of many disciples, and rumor had it that Senior Brother Lu's cultivation had already reached the Earthly Dipper Realm Fifth Stage.
Senior Brother Lu committed Lin Fan to memory, then continued his inspection. "Good. The disciples are cultivating very diligently today. Only by doing so can they avoid becoming fish on the chopping block when they encounter the Sunshine Sect."
"You're right, Senior Brother Lu."
Not until evening.
Lin Fan dragged his exhausted body back to his room, then immediately took his own life, acting decisively without the slightest delay.
Ten seconds later, he revived with full health.
He checked his Hard Cultivation Points. They had already reached 10,500, but he was still some way from raising his cultivation.
The next day!
A bell rang out, jolting Lin Fan awake.
"Fuck, are they going to let anyone live? Ringing the bell first thing in the morning. I've had enough." Lin Fan woke very reluctantly, feeling rather annoyed.
Bang, bang!
"Junior Brother Lin, get up! We're assembling." Lü Qiming knocked on the door, his tone somewhat urgent.
"Coming, coming." Lin Fan finished dressing and pushed open the door. "Senior Brother Lü, what's going on?"
Lü Qiming said, "That's the signal for an emergency assembly. Something has probably happened. Let's hurry."
When they reached their destination, many disciples had already assembled. Each stood ramrod straight. The atmosphere was somewhat oppressive, and there was no telling what had happened.
"Senior brother, what happened? Why does everyone look so serious?" Lin Fan asked quietly.
"Shh. Don't talk, junior brother. Be quiet," Lü Qiming said softly.
"Oh." Lin Fan nodded discreetly. There's even a little secret.
Just then, Lin Fan felt a wave of swagger wash over him from afar.
When he saw what was happening, he froze. So fucking imposing. Those muscles were even more powerful than Gao Dazhuang's, especially those eyes, which were incredibly sharp. Although he could not see them clearly, he could feel it.
"That's Senior Brother Lu." Lü Qiming looked into the distance with fervent eyes. "Senior Brother Lu has astonishing cultivation. He once personally slew an expert from the Sunshine Sect and turned the tide of battle."
"Junior brothers and junior sisters." Senior Brother Lu spoke from the platform, his voice striking everyone's hearts like a great bell.
"The Sunshine Sect's wicked ambitions remain alive. They intend to divide their forces in two, sending one force to attack here and the other to plunder Heavenly Peak City. Therefore, we will assemble a thousand disciples here to intercept the Sunshine Sect. This mission offers a slim chance of survival. As long as you hold out for six hours, we will arrive. Who is willing to go?" As Senior Brother Lu's voice fell, his gaze swept across everyone, unsure who would volunteer.
Hearing this, the disciples below the platform exchanged looks.
A slim chance of survival-wasn't that simply certain death?
Those fellows from the Sunshine Sect were cruel and utterly crazed. Sometimes, they would rather die themselves just to drag their opponents down with them. To everyone, this made the Sunshine Sect the most terrifying of all.
With the danger so great, they began to hesitate.
After listening, Lin Fan also began analyzing it inwardly.
This is definitely a suicide squad. The death rate will absolutely be frighteningly high.
But it'll give me a chance to escape this place directly.
At that moment, Lin Fan raised his hand without hesitation.
"I'm willing."
In an instant, everyone's gaze shifted to Lin Fan.
With his head held high and chest out, Lin Fan stepped out of the ranks and walked straight toward the platform.
Lü Qiming wanted to stop him, but it was already too late.
He was not afraid of dying; he simply did not want to die such a senseless death.