NOVEL WEB Chapter 60: Don’t Mind Me. Just Pulling Weeds.
Because Feng Fan had spent the last week immersed in cultivation, Zheng Huang had surpassed him, leading by more than five thousand points.
Since his points stopped increasing after the initial increase, most assumed it was nothing more than a fluke.
"As I said, that brat was just lucky," Shi Fan sneered, his expression smug. "How could a 3rd-stage ant gather more treasures than our top Qi Gathering disciple?"
Elder Tan Lei of the Blue Wyvern Sect nodded in agreement. "Indeed. There's no way he could surpass a disciple from the mighty Blue Dragon Sect. Even if he were at the peak of the Qi Gathering realm, he wouldn't stand a chance. After all, the gap in cultivation and talent is something only a sect as grand as the Blue Dragon Sect can command."
Elder Peng smirked at Tan Lei's ass-licking. "If the Blue Wyvern Sect put as much effort into cultivation as they do into kissing Blue Dragon's ass, they might become the strongest sect in the Qian Empire."
The other elders chuckled softly, their laughter laced with mockery. Everyone knew the Blue Wyvern Sect was nothing more than the Blue Dragon Sect's lapdog.
Still, none of them dared to voice their thoughts aloud. After all, the Blue Dragon Sect had the power to crush most of those here on a whim. Only the White Crow Sect, which already had a bitter feud with them, would have the audacity to say such things openly.
Tan Lei's face darkened. "Hmph! The Blue Dragon Sect is the dragon's head, and we are its tail. It's better to be the dragon's tail than the head of a chicken, like your sect. No, your sect is no longer a chicken head—it's chicken shit."
Elder Peng maintained an indifferent expression as he thought about Huang Xue and Xue Qiang, the two immortal-level talents they had recruited from Earth.
"Whether we're the head of a chicken or the head of a dragon doesn't matter," he said calmly. "What truly matters is that, as cultivators, we possess the will to challenge the heavens and overcome anyone who dares to stand in our way, unlike your sect, which can hardly even be called a group of cultivators anymore."
Tan Lei's expression darkened, but he didn't retort.
Cultivation was about defying the natural order and challenging the heavens to attain immortality. At its core, cultivation was a rebellion against the status quo.
Blue Wyvern Sect had long lost its cultivation mentality.
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After advancing his cultivation, Feng Fan resumed his journey toward the peak where the underground spiritual qi rivers converged.
'If my calculations are correct, and nothing slows me down, I should reach it by tomorrow morning,' he thought, a hint of uncertainty creeping into his mind. 'But I'm not confident my current strength will be enough. I should aim to break through to the 5th stage first.'
'After all, there are still many people wanting my head. That damn Shi Fan better hope I don't see him again when I'm strong enough, or I'll give him a tenfold payback.'
'Since he wanted to kill me, If I don't do the same, won't I be falling to return a favor?'
As Feng Fan continued advancing, skillfully avoiding other cultivators, something caught his attention about three hundred meters to his right.
Using his spiritual qi vision, he spotted two human figures locked in battle against a towering, five-meter-tall creature, most likely a demon beast.
'Where there's a fight, there's always something worth taking,' he thought, a sly grin forming. 'Why not help them resolve their conflict by relieving them of whatever they're fighting over? After all, peace is better than violence. It's only fair I promote harmony.'
Before entering the fight, Feng Fan carefully placed a few water generation and cooling arrays near the battleground, in case he needed them.
He leaped onto a sturdy tree branch, positioning himself for a clear view of the fight before him.
The demon beast was a peak tier 1 giant bull, its muscles irradiating with immense power, and its massive, razor-sharp horns gleamed menacingly under the sunlight.
Facing off against the beast were two familiar figures.
'Well, isn't this a delightful surprise,' Feng Fan mused, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. 'It's just like they say—enemies always cross paths on narrow roads.'
One of the Blue Dragon Sect disciples battling the bull was none other than Hou Wei, Feng Fan's dear friend—the one whose castration surgery Feng Fan had so graciously conducted.
'I did do a great job as his surgeon, didn't I?' Feng Fan thought with mock pride. His gaze shifted to the other disciple.
'Ah, I recognize this one. He was standing behind Zheng Huang before we entered the pocket dimension.'
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But something didn't quite add up. Feng Fan tilted his head in contemplation as he studied the scene with his spiritual qi vision.
'What are they fighting for? Did they stumble into the bull's territory by accident and trigger its rage instead of trying to steal a treasure?'
He quickly discovered the reason behind their fight.
Standing behind the bull was a spiritual plant—a ginseng—its body radiating a strong aura.
"Thunder Palm!"
Spiritual qi imbued with electrical energy enveloped the Blue Dragon Sect disciple as he lunged at the bull, aiming his open palm at its head.
"Roar!"
The bull bellowed furiously, swinging its massive horns in retaliation, while Hou Wei circled to the side, attempting to strike the beast's flank.
Unnoticed in the chaos, Feng Fan stealthily circled the combatants and made his way to the ginseng.
He crouched down, plucked the plant, and quickly stored it in his space ring.
The moment he secured the ginseng, all three combatants froze, turning their wide-eyed gazes toward him.
Feng Fan stood and offered a disarming smile. "Oh, don't mind me. Just pulling weeds. Please, carry on."
"Y-You! It's you!" Hou Wei sputtered, his voice filled with rage.
Hou Wei's face twisted with fury as memories of their last encounter surged back.
A week ago, he had been forced to use a precious tier 2 healing pill, powerful enough to mend severe injuries even for Foundation Establishment cultivators.
Even as a seed disciple of the Blue Dragon Sect, the cost had been too great for him. A tier 1 pill wouldn't have sufficed, and without immediate treatment, the damage would have been permanent—leaving him an eunuch for life.
"It's that damn kid from the White Crow Sect!" exclaimed the other Blue Dragon Sect disciple, oblivious to the bad feud between Hou Wei and Feng Fan.
The disciple and the bull changed their focus, both charging toward Feng Fan.
Since he had dared to steal what they considered their rightful prize, he had now become their common target.
Hou Wei was momentarily frozen by the shock of seeing Feng Fan and recalling the humiliation he had suffered, but quickly snapped out of it. Gritting his teeth, he joined the chase, determined to settle the score.
Feng Fan darted toward the area where he had set up his arrays.
Although he was faster than the two Blue Dragon Sect disciples, the bull was another story. Its massive frame closed the gap between its deadly horns and Feng Fan's back with alarming speed.