Chapter Fifty-Two: A Different Kind of Negative Emotion Value

Witnessing this scene, the expressions of Zhang Yi and the others changed drastically. How could they not recognize Xiao Jianhao, the renowned genius of the previous generation of the Xiao family? Although his cultivation level was the same as their former family head Zhang Wangshan, his true combat strength far surpassed Zhang Wangshan’s by several leagues.

At the mid-stage of the Meridian Unblocking Realm, Xiao Jianhao ranked among the very best in the entire Qingxue County. Furthermore, he was not old—just over forty years of age. With his talent and current progress, unless something catastrophic happened, his breakthrough to the Stream Realm within his lifetime was all but guaranteed. If fortune favored him, even reaching the River Realm was not out of the question!

It must be noted that Xiao Jianhao was a perfect body refiner: he reached the Qi Induction Realm at sixteen, the Qi Vessel Realm at eighteen, the mid-stage of the Qi Vessel Realm at nineteen, the peak of the Qi Vessel Realm at twenty-three, broke through to the Meridian Unblocking Realm at thirty-one, and reached the mid-stage of the Meridian Unblocking Realm at forty. Such an astonishing pace of cultivation was unmatched even by the current top ten young prodigies of Qingxue County.

He was hailed as one of those most likely to become the second person in Qingxue County to reach the River Realm, and was the strongest candidate for the next head of the Xiao family. Moreover, his deeds in battle earned him his own fief—Xiao Beicheng. Had he not been so devoted to strengthening the family, and instead gone to study at an academy or sect, his cultivation would have long surpassed the Meridian Unblocking Realm.

Yet even so, his speed of advancement remained unmatched in all of Qingxue County.

Seeing where Xiao Shuihan pointed, and catching the drastic change in Zhang Yi and his companions’ faces, Xiao Jianhao nodded and said to Xiao Shuihan, “I can agree to your condition. However, you must agree to that marriage proposal.”

“Fine, no problem! Besides, even if I didn’t agree, you all would have arranged it anyway!” Xiao Shuihan waved his hand indifferently. His father had long arranged a childhood engagement for him—not the typical family alliance, but with the daughter of his father’s good friend, Long Tie Xin.

This was even better than a family alliance, for Long Tie Xin was said to have already reached mid-stage Stream Realm, making him a formidable expert.

“We’re doomed! We’re doomed!” Hearing the exchange between Xiao Jianhao and Xiao Shuihan, Zhang Yi was nearly in tears. Just moments ago, his master Lin Fan had forced him to kneel, and with a threat to his life, made him abandon his dignity and submit. Barely any time had passed, and now he faced mortal danger once again!

All he could hope for now was that his master would emerge in a few hours’ time; otherwise, he truly feared for his life.

Time passed, moment by moment.

One hour.

Two hours.

Three hours...

Across from Lin Fan’s private room, Xiao Shuihan and the others had already stopped drinking; even Xiao Jianhao had closed his eyes to rest, his seat facing directly toward Lin Fan’s room.

At this point, beads of sweat rolled down the faces of Zhang Yi and his companions as they waited anxiously—the pressure from Xiao Jianhao was simply overwhelming. Even though Xiao Jianhao was not releasing the slightest bit of his aura, their fear pressed down on them so heavily they could barely breathe.

That was the power of reputation!

Lin Fan knew nothing of the situation outside. Going back three hours, he slowly regained consciousness from his coma.

As he awoke, he felt excruciating pain all over—his entire body seemed to have been torn apart, the agony so intense he couldn’t help but grit his teeth and gasp for breath.

“This time, I’m really badly hurt!” Lin Fan looked inward and found that most of his meridians were shattered—his body was on the verge of collapse. Fortunately, he had previously consumed the Primitive Shaman Bloodline, which not only enhanced his physique but also granted him an extraordinary ability to recover.

Had he not taken the Primitive Shaman Bloodline, after using his soul force, his body would likely have collapsed by now, requiring him to use soul power to hold his body together. His cultivation would have regressed, and he would have been comatose for months on end.

Even with countless rare medicinal herbs, it was uncertain how many years it would take to repair his body and start cultivating anew.

Now, though most of his meridians were broken and his body severely injured, his cultivation had not regressed—it was merely inaccessible due to his injuries. If he could draw a Life Essence Pill in the lottery, a single one would fully restore his strength. Even if he didn’t get one, his Primitive Shaman Bloodline’s regenerative ability meant he could recover within six months.

In just three hours, thanks to the resilience of the Primitive Shaman Bloodline, his external wounds had healed; only his meridians and internal injuries remained. He couldn’t afford to wait half a year—he would have to buy some medicinal herbs or healing pills to speed up his recovery!

“Let’s check the system first. Maybe I’ll draw a Life Essence Pill!” Lin Fan opened the system interface.

The system’s intelligent avatar, a burly figure, appeared before him: “Welcome, host, to the Ascension System interface. How may I assist you?”

“How many negative emotion points do I currently have?” Lin Fan’s eyelid twitched. To be honest, no matter how many times he’d seen it, the combination of the system’s burly body and seductive face was still hard to stomach.

But now wasn’t the time to fret over that—he had to ask.

“Reporting to the host, you currently possess eighty-seven thousand and ninety-one negative emotion points!” The system’s avatar replied with a flirtatious smile.

Lin Fan was stunned. “Why do I have so many?”

By his calculations, killing Zhang Yuan, Zhang Zhen, and the two Ten Aperture Qi Vessel experts should have netted him just over ten thousand points. Extorting silver from the Zhang family might have added another ten thousand or so. From the moment he encountered Zhang Yi and the others, to killing Old Seventh Zhang and subduing his subordinates, he might have gained another ten or twenty thousand.

Altogether, that would be around thirty or forty thousand points. Yet now, he had double his estimate.

“Reporting to the host, because you challenged the young prodigies and offended many people, you are still continuously receiving negative emotion points. Also, when those you’ve wronged think of you, even long after the fact, they continue to contribute negative emotion points,” the system replied.

“I can poison them for that long? Anyone I’ve offended, as long as they remember me, will generate negative emotion points?”

Lin Fan’s eyes lit up. He’d never realized this before. When he used to farm negative emotion points, like with those beggars in Xiao Beicheng, he would slap them, then give them a sweet treat, and afterward, the negative emotion points would stop.

Because the beggars understood he meant well, they no longer harbored resentment toward him.

But when Lin Fan challenged the young prodigies, he didn’t hand out any sweet treats—he was the sole instigator, thoroughly suppressing those prodigies with a brutal beating. As a result, whenever those prodigies recalled the event, they still resented Lin Fan.

“Damn, what a loss! I shouldn’t have revealed that I was the one who gave the beggars those supplies—I should have let someone else do it quietly. That way, whenever they thought of me, they’d keep generating negative emotion points!”

Lin Fan was thoroughly regretting it. He’d never thought of farming negative emotion points like this before.

But he realized that if he continued down this path, he’d be infamous for generations, cursed everywhere he went.

Still, he didn’t care! The more people cursing him, the better! Just in Qingxue County alone, with a population of twenty million, if each person contributed ten negative emotion points, that would be two hundred million...

And it wouldn’t be a one-time gain—they’d keep generating points for him!

At this thought, Lin Fan’s eyes shone with excitement.

Previously, he would cause trouble in one place and move on; after he left, few people ever gave him a second wave of negative emotion points. Even when they did, it was a negligible amount, so he’d never noticed.

But now, everything was different.

He vowed from this day forward to sow discord everywhere and embrace infamy for the greater good!

It was a grand idea—a truly heroic spirit!

For reasons unknown, though it was by no means a virtuous path, Lin Fan’s heart surged with passion and drive...

While mulling this over, Lin Fan opened the income log to see who still remembered him, who were such lovable people!

“Negative emotions from Qin Longyue: +325, +124, +227...”

“Negative emotions from Zhang Yi: +124, +57, +29...”

“Negative emotions from Wang Qiang: +257, +168, +66...”

“Negative emotions from Zhang Wei: +2000!”

“Negative emotions from Zhang Yi: +1590!”

“Negative emotions from Zhang Hu: +999!”

“Negative emotions from Zhang Wangshan: +...”

“...”

Lin Fan scrolled through the negative emotion points, seeing many names. Some had given him only a few dozen points in total, while others had contributed four to five thousand.

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