Chapter 1016: Chapter 1016: Strength Decides Everything
Before coming, Vice Sect Master Zhuang Peng had ntioned this matter to him.
According to past rules, the Fuguang Sect’s auction should not have been scheduled for this ti.
Initially, he had thought it was due to Ning Potian’s weapon, which had caught the attention of various major sects.
Now, it seed, it was rely the wish of an anxious old man to save his daughter.
"Understood, although I’ve only learned so basics from my master, I will still do my best," he said.
Hearing Ning Fan’s words, Xiong Lin could not help but pause.
He had elevated Ning Fan’s status only to aggravate Zhang Shili, not actually intending for Ning Fan to take action.
After all, judging by his cultivation, he was only at the Mid Foundation Establishnt phase, and alchemists were not physicians per se, but rather, they looked into whether they could produce elixirs that could treat illnesses.
Previously, the sect master had also spent a great deal of money to invite a senior alchemist to examine the situation.
That alchemist had stated then, that the case was beyond his capabilities.
So, upon hearing Ning Fan say this, Xiong Lin could not help but doubt whether he had failed to clarify the situation to Ning Fan.
But, as he needed favors from the other, Xiong Lin did not voice it; instead, he just smiled and bowed, "Then thank you kindly, Xu, my friend."
At this mont, they had already arrived at a small courtyard.
"This place is where the disciples of my sect reside, you’ll have to stay as a guest here for now, Xu, my friend. After I report to the sect master, I’ll co to fetch you."
The two exchanged pleasantries again, and Xiong Lin hurried out with Wan Kun to find the sect master and report the news.
In the courtyard, Yan Shuang and two others stood in front of Ning Fan, looking sowhat uneasy.
Throughout the journey, they had witnessed how Ning Fan engaged in easy conversation with the seemingly powerful elders of the Fuguang Sect.
They also saw how he easily defused hostile attacks from elders, erging unscathed.
If previously on Mount Kunlun they considered Ning Fan rely as a martial artist who had transcended the limits of the secular world,
Now, Ning Fan had taken on an unfathomable image in their hearts.
"Alright, don’t just stand there, sit down," Ning Fan said.
Ning Fan led them into the yard and casually took a seat next to a stone table.
The yard was not large, comprising only a layout of three adjoining sections.
However, for a disciple, it was quite sufficient.
Ning Fan could tell that this courtyard was definitely not ant for ordinary disciples; it was at least for Inner Sect Disciples or those of higher status.
At Ning Fan’s invitation, the three carefully took seats before him.
Even so, they remained cautious, evidently afraid of upsetting Ning Fan.
It wasn’t that they were overly cautious, but during their days in Kunlun, they had co to truly understand how strength determined everything.
Kunlun was unlike the secular world, where national laws and regulations restricted behaviors.
Each sect certainly had its own rules, but this only governed internal mbers.
If it occurred elsewhere, such as in the wilderness, a slain lower-level cultivator was rely that—slain; nobody would go out of their way to hold anyone accountable.
After all, cultivators who had not joined a sect were, in the view of a sect, re wastes with insufficient talent.
Every year in Kunlun, countless individuals were born, and resources for cultivation were always in greater demand than supply; even a large number of deaths among the lower levels would not impact the sects in any significant way.
This environnt created a situation where powerful cultivators could easily kill or spare the lower-level cultivators.
Initially, Yan Shuang and his peers thought they were among those with potential, only to realize upon entering Kunlun that they weren’t even comparable to the lower-level cultivators.
If not for good fortune, they would likely have ended up as bones in the wilderness.
Seeing their tense expressions, Ning Fan could not help but sigh and pulled out several bottles of "Happy Water" from his Qiankun Ring.
He had stored them in the Qiankun Ring a long ti ago, thinking they might co in handy if he ever craved them, though he never actually did until now.
Items in the Qiankun Ring were preserved well, so these bottles of Happy Water looked no different than when they had first been placed inside.
Indeed, they were not even past their expiration date.
"Drink up. You’ve been cultivating in the secular world for so long, you probably don’t often drink these kinds of beverages, do you?" Ning Fan said as he opened a bottle and took a swig.
The carbon dioxide mixed with the bubbles surged through his throat, eliciting a long sigh of relief.
It had to be said, sotis only such a beverage could truly make one relax.
Certainly more effective than any tea or coffee.
Yan Shuang and the others also tilted their heads back and guzzled down the drink, visibly more relaxed when they set down their bottles.
"Xu, brother... this isn’t your real na, is it?" Yan Shuang asked, emboldened by the relaxed atmosphere.
Ning Fan did not hide it from them, "Of course, my na is Ning Fan."
These three did not seem to be the type to be ungrateful, and Ning Fan was not worried they could pose a threat.
When he had taken out the beverages, he had already spread his spiritual power to envelop them.
Any slight fluctuation in their thoughts would be monitored by him, though they themselves would be unaware.
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