From Beast Abilities to Sect Grand Master

When the menial disciples saw all the inner disciples in their dark blue robes descend upon the menial disciple quarters, they thought they were about to get beaten up.

After what they’d just gone through, they shuddered to think what would happen next.

Were the inner disciples here because someone had made them mad?

They sighed in relief when they saw the inner disciples just looking intensely at the match about to start.

And when they found out their focus was Lin Fan, they cursed at him silently.

What had he done to rile up the inner disciples to the extent that they would come over here?

The judge for the match, a senior menial disciple, froze as he saw so many spectators surrounding him.

After a short moment, he composed himself, raised his hands, and shouted, "Next match up, Lin Fan versus Low Pei.

"The rules are as follows: no deliberate killing, cutting off limbs, or decapitation.

"Anything that the Blood and Qi restoration pills can’t heal, don’t do it."

When the judge put down his hand, Low Pei lunged at Lin Fan.

With his hand raised, Low Pei aimed and let out a twirling wind strike at Lin Fan’s eyes.

Trying to destroy Lin Fan’s eyes and his brain.

Lin Fan sidestepped and dodged it, but he wasn’t too happy.

Wasn’t this against the rules?

He punched at Low Pei’s waist, sending him tumbling across.

Low Pei tried to stand up, using the sword as support.

But he puked out a mouthful of blood and dropped to the ground.

His internal organs were badly damaged from Lin Fan’s punch.

Lin Fan, with his level 4 physique, didn’t even need to make use of his Qi and techniques.

His physique had long been enough to overpower a Qi Concentration level cultivator.

The judge, seeing what had happened, quickly stood between Low Pei and Lin Fan.

He immediately raised his hands and declared the winner.

"Stop! I declare Lin Fan as the winner."

Lin Fan just turned around and waited for the next match.

As if it was a given result for him.

The menial disciples kept quiet as they knew how good Low Pei was.

He was already at Qi Concentration level, stage five.

The highest level amongst them all.

Yet Lin Fan just finished him with a punch.

However, the inner disciples thought otherwise and shook their heads.

What were they expecting?

At these menial disciples’ level, it was a given they would fight like amateurs.

Some of them lost interest and left, cursing at the time they’d wasted, thinking Lin Fan would be some grand master.

Those who stayed wanted to find out whether Lin Fan was hiding his true skills.

But they didn’t have the chance.

Subsequent opponents for Lin Fan’s matches gave up and didn’t even dare to step into the sparring area.

"Damn! Should have left earlier."

"What a waste of time."

"To think I thought he had something up his sleeve."

The rest of the inner disciples cursed and left as Lin Fan was declared monthly ranking champion.

"I declare Lin Fan as this month’s ranking champion. Come, receive your ten contribution points reward."

The judge shouted as he motioned for Lin Fan to come over.

Lin Fan handed over his wooden slab and received the reward.

Not bad for today, Lin Fan thought as he held the wooden slab in his hand and checked the balance.

He now had a hundred contribution points and could buy stuff he needed at the black market tonight.

"Congrats, Lin Fan!" Ho Ming congratulated Lin Fan and said, "You wait for me in your wooden hut. We should have a little celebration."

"All right. I don’t know what you are planning, but it better be good," Lin Fan said in jest.

With a pat on Ho Ming’s back, Lin Fan turned around and went on his way.

As he walked by, the other menial disciples made way for him.

To think that they’d thought Lin Fan, with his unknown cultivation root, was some useless cultivator.

They now realized they were so wrong about it.

...

Wooden hut.

Lin Fan was drinking tea with Ho Jie when Ho Ming came in.

"This is..." Ho Jie asked when he saw Ho Ming.

"Good evening. I’m Ho Ming from An Xiang village, same as Lin Fan." Ho Ming clasped his hands and bowed.

"Ah... What a coincidence, we have the same surname. Welcome, do have a seat. Let me go and make dinner," Ho Jie startled for a second and offered to make dinner, giving Lin Fan a side eye.

Lin Fan recalled Ho Jie had said he had never seen Ho Ming before.

He was planted in Qing Feng sect even before Ho Ming was born.

Ho Jie must have had his own reasons he didn’t want to introduce himself as Ho Ming’s uncle.

Lin Fan nodded to Ho Jie, promising not to expose him.

"Wait, I brought five kg of spirit rice and demonic beast meat. Let’s celebrate our wins with great food."

"Awesome, just what I need right now after all the matches," Lin Fan wasn’t someone shy with rewards, so he happily accepted the rice and meat.

"But you only fought one match, and it was over..." Ho Ming stopped when he realized Lin Fan was humble-bragging.

But Ho Ming was happy; this was a side of Lin Fan that he rarely showed to anyone.

A side shown only to someone close to him.

When dinner was ready, they tucked in heartily.

The spirit rice and demonic beast meat replenished Lin Fan’s Qi.

"If you need, I can bring my weekly allocation of spirit rice and demonic beast meat. I can’t finish them all."

Ho Ming offered as he finished the last piece of meat fried with soy sauce.

Lin Fan wanted to say yes so Ho Jie could see Ho Ming more often.

But Ho Jie squinted his eyes at Lin Fan.

Lin Fan then knew what to reply, "No need for that. At my level, they only replenish my Qi but wouldn’t help much in my cultivation."

With that, Ho Jie lifted his teacup and blew the hot steam rising away from his face.