Back in Lin Fan's room, he placed the mace at the side and started to cultivate.
He took out the pills that he was rewarded from the mission. They weren't of a high level, but they still helped in cultivation.
They were all of the mortal level. It's such a pity that I did not get any of the mystic level.
But those are extremely costly.
A mortal low-class Golden Firm Pill costs about three thousand YHB. How expensive would a mystic level pill be?
After some time, he opened his eyes. There was an increase in his experience points, but not enough for him to get to Body Tempering Stage Eight.
There was something new on Lin Fan's mind now – his points. What should I do with them? Lottery draw? Or level up my Violent Mace?
Levelling up Violent Mace would be a better choice.
The lottery requires luck, which is something that I have been proven to not have. It would be a waste if I get nothing out of it.
"Let's get to level five," he mumbled.
Points -800
Violent Mace (Level 5)
Points -1,000
Violent Mace (Level 6)
Points – 1,400
Violent Mace (Level 7)
Increase in strength, Air Explosion, Ultimate Speed; requires 1,800 points to reach level 8.
Lin Fan felt an increase in strength within no time. It felt like he was twice as strong compared to the past, and he had better control over the mace.
"This is good and convenient! If I had unlimited points, I would be able to level it to its peak, and maybe I would be able to defeat a Body Tempering Stage Nine despite being a Body Tempering Stage Seven."
Maybe I would even have the ability to compete with an Earth Star Border elite.
Lin Fan didn't know if he was thinking too much, but he felt that he was indeed that powerful.
I can't wait to compete with a Body Tempering Stage Nine now.
I'm guessing that Li Xionghe only managed to reach level 5 of Violent Mace.
Lin Fan was currently at level 7, and he was fascinated with the power that it gave him. If Li Xionghe was at level 7, he would've been able to turn me into mincemeat!
Now, what should I do with the remaining 640 points?
It's pointless to leave it untouched. I'll pick a lottery draw.
Lin Fan decided to do a draw once again. He refused to believe that he would be unlucky forever.
"Let's go. Two silver lotteries. Please give me something good."
Lin Fan crossed his fingers, praying to get something good. At least give me something. Don't let me go back empty-handed.
Points -600
Silver Lottery: Thank you, please try again.
Darn it!
Lin Fan sighed. How unlucky must I be? What are the chances that I would get something decent with this?
Silver Lottery: mystic middle-class cultivation pill, Green Pill
"Thank god." Lin Fan smiled. 600 points for a mystic middle-class cultivation pill is so worth it.
He popped it into his mouth and continued cultivating.
Lin Fan's experience points continued to increase.
With my cheat, I will be able to top the world within no time.
Of course, points are important too.
After cultivating with the pill, he began to cultivate the Undying Refinement of Bones.
But the increase was not satisfying.
It always increases by just 1 or 2 points.
This won't work. I must create my skillset.
He took out the paper that recorded all the different routes he had tried out. Let's avoid these and try a new route.
A night passed.
Lin Fan had already lost count of the number of times that he died. Now, he had plenty of experience points, but he still had yet to come up with a skillset.
Haish, I'm so smart yet I haven't managed to create a skillset. This proves how difficult creating a skillset is!
If any other person knew about Lin Fan's thoughts, they would have killed him.
It took others two to three years to reach Body Tempering Stage Six or above, but Lin Fan managed to do it within a few days.
Moreover, the Undying Refinement of Bones, which was classified as mortal middle-class skillset already, could help in increasing the speed of cultivation. It would drop a bomb on others if they found out about it.
It was out of this world. Only a mystic skillset would have such an ability.
The next day, Lin Fan heard noises outside his room. He stopped cultivating immediately and got off his bed.
"Junior Brother Lin, are you awake?" He could hear Lu Qiming calling for him.
"Yes. I am." Lin Fan felt slightly frustrated after not gaining anything from a night of experimenting. Nevermind, at least there's experience points.
He went to open the door.
"Eh?" Lin Fan stared at the people in front of his door weirdly. "Why are all the senior brothers here? Is there some event going on?'
Lu Qiming, Yin Xiaotian, Gao Dazhuang and Zhang Long were all present. They had all brought their bags along, looking as if they were about to go on a trip.
Zhang Long stared at Lin Fan in confusion before turning to Lu Qiming. "Didn't you inform Junior Brother Lin that we are setting off today?"
Lu Qiming looked slightly awkward. "Sorry, it's my mistake. I forgot to inform Junior Brother Lin."
"Are we supposed to set off today for the mission?"
"I'm sorry, Junior Brother Lin. Senior Brother has forgotten to inform you about it." Lu Qiming smiled apologetically. It's all my fault that Junior Brother Lin did not have enough time to prepare.
"It's okay. I'm ready to go." Lin Fan flashed him a smile. What's there to prepare? I only need my mace.
Lu Qiming turned to Lin Fan. Junior Brother is indeed the best.
"It's okay. We can wait if you need more time."
Lin Fan shook his head. "I'm fine. Let's go."
"Wait. Junior Brother Huang isn't here yet," Zhang Long said.
Not long later, they could hear a voice shouting for Zhang Long.
"Senior Brother Zhang, I'm here!" Huang Fugui rushed over. He might've been tired from the running, but he was in all smiles.
He had a close relationship with Zhang Long, and to Huang Fugui, this mission was important since it came with a splendid reward. These days were tough for him, considering that he had spent most of his savings on his sister's wedding and the scrap iron.
Huang Fugui was deeply troubled. There's no way for me to earn back my money in such a short period of time!
Even though the disciples from the Tool Refining School had accepted the fact that scrap iron now cost money, it wasn't an easy task to sell it considering that Huang Fugui had such an abundant stock of scrap iron.
It was even a loss-making business.
This voice sounds familiar. When Lin Fan turned around, he chuckled.
"Hi, Senior Brother Huang."
Seeing Lin Fan, Huang Fugui's face fell. "You? Why…?"
The rest were confused upon seeing Huang Fugui's reaction.
"Junior Brother Lin, are you and Junior Brother Huang not on close terms?" Zhang Long asked, voicing out his doubt.
Lin Fan laughed and placed his arm around Huang Fugui. "No, we do have a bit of a misunderstanding, but I am sure that Senior Brother Huang won't hold a grudge, right?"
Huang Fugui slapped Lin Fan's hand off and walked to Zhang Long.
"Senior Brother Zhang, we might not be on good terms, but you can be at ease that I'll put the grudge aside for this mission."
Lin Fan frowned and sighed. "Senior Brother Huang, why are you so petty?"
Hearing this, Huang Fugui's face turned red with anger.
Petty?
I'm petty?
I'm almost broke because of you, and you call me petty?
You should be glad that I haven't skinned you alive!
However, if Lin Fan were to know about his thoughts, he would shrug and burst out into laughter. You were the one who found trouble with me. How can you blame me for that?