Chapter 130: Imparting the Technique

"Battle me, and our odds are fifty-fifty. If you fight those other people, you're sure to lose. I'm only saying this for your own good!"

The burly man spoke to Lin Fan with an earnest, well-meaning tone, but the students who knew him only sneered.

"Same cultivation level? How can you be so shameless?"

Lin Fan was in the early stage of the Qi Pulse Realm—a true, foundational early stage, before he had even opened a single meridian point. The burly man, however, had already opened ten points in the early stage. The gap in combat power alone was ten times over.

"Don't listen to him! He’s a ten-point Qi Pulse expert. Accept my challenge instead! I’m only at eight points; it’ll be much easier for you to win against me!"

Although they looked down on the burly man, his logic was sound. The others’ eyes lit up, and they chimed in one after another.

"Fight me, I’m at eight points too!"

"Pick me, pick me! I’m at five!"

"Choose me! Their cultivation is too high; I’m only at three!"

Soon, every student in the library was calling out, terrified of missing the opportunity. Even a few who had narrowly passed the trials at the peak of the Qi Condensation Realm spoke up. One had to wonder how they had even made it through the trials, standing out among ten thousand Qi Pulse competitors.

"Fine! You two, it is." Lin Fan nodded, pointing to two of the peak Qi Condensation students.

"What? He accepted?" The two were stunned. They had never expected Lin Fan to actually agree, and a wave of secret joy surged through them.

They were at the absolute peak of the Qi Condensation Realm, just one step away from a breakthrough. As perfect body-refiners equipped with powerful techniques, their combat strength was easily on par with a three-point Qi Pulse expert. Seeing that Lin Fan had only just reached the Qi Pulse Realm, they were absolutely confident they could win.

But before the joy could even fully register in their eyes, a large hand reached toward them. Their bodies tensed to resist, but the move was simply too fast.

*Thwack! Thwack!*

Two crisp sounds echoed as the two figures shattered the second-floor windows of the library and went flying into the distance, vanishing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

"Alright, my two challenges for the month are done. Thanks for your cooperation, gentlemen. Goodbye!"

Lin Fan dusted off his hands as if he had swatted away two annoying flies. He smiled at the stunned crowd and, without waiting for a response, turned and left the library.

"What the hell? Who were those two idiots?"

"Seriously! They wasted all our time for nothing. A peak Qi Condensation cultivator actually daring to challenge a Qi Pulse expert?"

"Brothers, let’s go beat them up!"

After Lin Fan left, the gathered students finally snapped out of their shock. Their faces burned with humiliation, and a stifled anger welled up within them. They had waited for days just to challenge Lin Fan and snatch his ranking for points. They never expected those two fools to steal the chance. If they hadn't known the pair was genuinely trying to challenge him, they would have suspected Lin Fan had set it up to cheat.

Since they were in a foul mood and needed to vent, who better to blame than the two idiots who ruined their plans? At someone’s roar, the entire crowd of students chased after the two. They had to teach them a bloody lesson as a warning: if you don’t have the strength, don’t interfere with the challenges of others.

They didn't target Lin Fan because he hadn't accepted their challenges yet; if they beat him now, he would surely hold a grudge and refuse to fight them next month, leaving the spoils to others.

Lin Fan returned to his residence—a small courtyard with seven or eight rooms that he had purchased from the academy for five thousand points. He named it "Hidden Valley Abode." One room for himself, one for Hongyi, and six for Bei Han and the others—it was just right.

*Whoosh!*

As soon as Lin Fan entered the courtyard, a whistling sound cut through the air. A small, snow-white snake landed on his shoulder. It was remarkably agile and spirited, flicking its tongue against Lin Fan’s cheek in a show of affection. It was Little Jin.

"This is for you." Lin Fan tossed a small vial toward Little Jin. Inside, a pitch-black liquid swirled, emitting a thick, violent aura of malice.

Little Jin’s eyes lit up, and it swallowed the contents in one gulp.

"I’m going to organize my cultivation techniques. When Bei Han and the others return, tell them to wait for me."

Lin Fan’s voice was calm as he walked into his room. Outside, Little Jin began to roll frantically on the ground. Its snow-white scales cracked and shed, and it grew back to two meters in length, as thick as a human wrist.

*Hiss!*

Little Jin roared, as if responding to Lin Fan or perhaps crying out in intense pain. This vial of bloodline essence was a hundred times more potent than the beast blood it had consumed before, and it had begun to evolve once more.

Lin Fan checked the system and saw three million negative emotion points deducted. He didn't feel a hint of regret. The "Great Malice Bloodline" was worth three million, and since it was a hundred times more effective than standard beast blood, he considered it a bargain.

He was a rich man now when it came to negative emotion points. Spending a few million was nothing. Back in the trial space, after he eliminated over ten thousand people, his points had surged by one or two million daily, eventually climbing to eight or nine million a day. By the time the Heavenly Book Academy trials ended, his balance had reached 230 million!

He guessed this was because the students he eliminated were constantly thinking of him, and their families back home were likely cursing his name for costing their children a spot in the academy. Now that he had entered the library, the countless people waiting for him were surely cursing him again. At this very moment, his total had reached 310 million!

He didn't begrudge the three million spent on Little Jin, though he knew the next evolution wouldn't be so easy. According to the current situation, for the next breakthrough, he would need to buy one hundred vials of Great Malice Bloodline—three million per vial meant three hundred million points!

He had only reached this point after forty-seven days of being hated by thousands of students and their families. As time passed, the stream of negative emotions would inevitably dwindle. If he spent it all on Little Jin, it would be hard to accumulate that much again.

He decided to focus on organizing his techniques first, then cultivate while consuming Vitality Fruits to break through to the Pulse Opening Realm. By then, his combat power would surely transcend the realm itself.

*Roar!*

After an unknown amount of time, Little Jin let out a high-pitched cry. In an instant, it shot forward, leaving only its shed skin behind.

*Bang!*

With a soft thud, Little Jin landed on the ground. It spat a cloud of thick mist at its discarded skin, which corroded the skin into nothingness and even gouged a two-meter hole into the ground.

Three days later, Xiao Beihan and the others sat quietly as Lin Fan approached them, handing each a jade slip.

"From now on, these are your cultivation techniques. Study them well. When you reach the minor mastery stage, you will realize that 'intent' is actually nothing at all!"

"Beihan, yours is the Endless Killing Path."

"Li Changfeng, yours is the Imperial Sovereign World-Shocking Art."

"Shangguan Feihong, yours is One Sword From the West."

"Ou Hu, yours is the Body of Baxia."

"Sun Hao, yours is the Nine-Finger Demon Zither."

"Qian Jin, yours is the Art of the Flying Dagger."

In three days, Lin Fan had organized the first four levels of his own techniques—martial arts, combat skills, and everything else. Then, he had set to work organizing the martial arts for Xiao Beihan and his companions.

Xiao Beihan’s Endless Killing Path was a cultivation of the mind. Li Changfeng’s Imperial Sovereign World-Shocking Art was a comprehensive martial art covering palms, fists, fingers, swords, and spears—a specialized method for the path of an emperor. Shangguan Feihong’s path was the Sword of Speed; Lin Fan had imprinted the sword techniques of his past-life friend, Ximen Jianchen, into the jade slip for him.