On the battlefield.
While busy, everyone still spared a glance at Feng Lei.
He was enveloped in a ball of flames, his ferocious expression faintly visible, letting out roars and screams.
The onlookers felt a pang in their hearts, and their gazes towards Lin Fan were filled with awe.
When Lin Fan's eyes swept over them, they quickly lowered their heads and got back to work, not daring to meet Lin Yu's gaze.
Despite being able to say anything online, when faced with Lin Fan in person, they were all cowards.
They were truly afraid that Lin Fan would unleash a wave of heart fire upon them too; the thought alone was terrifying.
Lin Fan continued his livestream. With these events unfolding, the number of viewers in the stream began to grow exponentially.
More and more people learned about Lin Fan and that blood and flesh pills could be purchased here.
People from all walks of life and of all ages gradually gathered in this small livestream room.
Lin Fan checked the viewer count and found it had reached over a million. He was so overjoyed that he couldn't stop smiling.
"Dear viewers, we are about to begin a new round of blood and flesh pill purchases. There are only ten thousand pills, first come, first served."
As soon as he finished speaking, people in the comment section began to urge him on.
"Streamer, hurry up! I almost got one last time, I must succeed this time!"
"I've practiced the thirty-six years of the left hand, and I thought I was invincible. I never expected someone to be even more formidable than me. Where are you all from?"
"Shameful, shameful. I've practiced for three more years than you from Central City, and I managed to grab one."
"You are all too weak. This monk has practiced for a hundred years, but alas, my efforts have been in vain, and I haven't succeeded."
"A monk practices the left hand too? How strange!"
"This monk practices the Dragon Claw Hand, what kind of martial art do you benefactors practice?"
Everyone felt a blush and replied, "This master also practices the Dragon Claw Hand, hahaha~"
"This master hasn't practiced the Dragon Claw Hand; I practice the Peach Plucking Hand!"
"The one above is truly terrifying. I am different; I practice the Grass Pulling Hand!"
"Disgraceful!"
Some people, seeing these comments, blushed furiously and began to scold.
Lin Fan saw that the livestream chat had gone off-topic again, shifting from discussing pills to discussing techniques. He quickly said,
"Get ready to list them. First come, first served!"
As soon as Lin Fan's voice fell, everyone began to rub their hands together in anticipation.
The pills had barely been put on the shelves, and before the talkative individuals could make their move, they were all snapped up.
Looking at their hands, one by one, they were stunned.
Lin Fan chuckled, "It seems everyone here is fierce but not verbose!"
"Alright, it's getting late today, let's do this again tomorrow!"
As he said this, Lin Fan was about to end the stream when a whooshing sound came from above.
He instinctively turned the camera towards the sky, and a figure appeared in the livestream.
Lin Fan was curious about who this person was when someone in the chat recognized him.
"Streamer, run! This is Master Yun, Feng Lei's master!"
"Run quickly, it looks like he's here to cause trouble for you."
"Streamer, you beat up Feng Lei. Although it's not your fault, an arm can't twist a thigh. It's best to run first, and you can seek revenge later."
"It's over, he's coming down, streamer, you can't escape."
Master Yun's face was ashen. He descended from the sky and first surveyed his surroundings. When he saw a crowd of identical-looking people, he was surprised. When he saw his disciple enveloped in heart fire, an inexplicable pain surged in his heart.
Master Yun slowly walked towards Feng Lei.
His steps were heavy, his face filled with sorrow. As he passed by Lin Fan, he nodded gently, which relieved Lin Fan, as the other party did not make a move.
He slowly retreated behind the clones and puppets, watching Master Yun's retreating figure from afar.
In the livestream, everyone held their breath, watching all this unfold.
In the sky, within the hidden clouds, powerful figures were already observing everything.
What was a minor incident had now become the focus of everyone's attention.
Master Yun reached Feng Lei, and Lin Yu controlled a clone to step forward.
"Master Yun..."
Master Yun nodded and looked back at Lin Yu's clone.
He smiled bitterly, "Young friend, there's no need to be so nervous. I've come only to take my wicked disciple back and will not harm you."
As he spoke, he was about to use his arts to extinguish the heart fire.
Suddenly, he sensed a change in the surrounding aura. He slightly turned his head and saw a young man with a wine gourd hanging from his waist.
The young man had a dissolute look, cocked his head, and said, "Master Yun, this kid named Feng Lei inexplicably came looking for trouble. We can't just let this slide."
Master Yun recognized the young man's identity and immediately stopped his actions.
He turned and faced Zhou Yang, saying, "I originally intended for him to ask if brothers Lin Fan had any intention of becoming my disciples. Unfortunately, things backfired. I deeply apologize!"
He bowed deeply, his face full of apology.
He never expected his disciple to be so polite in front of him, yet become arrogant and haughty outside. If he hadn't seen it himself through the livestream, he wouldn't have believed this was the Feng Lei in his heart.
Although Feng Lei's talent in alchemy was not great, he had raised him since he was young, and he truly regarded Feng Lei as his own son.
However, Feng Lei's actions were too disappointing, almost breaking the composure of this alchemist who had always been known for his gentleness and refinement.
Looking at his disciple, who was delirious from the heart fire, he was filled with disappointment and anger, wishing he could give him a good beating.
At this moment, everyone was slightly taken aback.
Lin Fan and Lin Yu were also somewhat surprised.
They had expected Master Yun to become aggressive due to losing face, but unexpectedly, he apologized proactively.
It seemed he was a person of good character, at least not resorting to violence without reason.
This saved them a lot of trouble.
Lin Yu and Lin Fan breathed a sigh of relief, but the senior disciple was not satisfied.
He glanced in Lin Fan's direction, presented his handsome face to the audience, and flashed a smile that he thought was dashingly suave.
He said with a smile, "Master Yun, you are a person of renown. Today, your disciple insulted my junior brother. I'll leave it to you to handle it!"
Although the senior disciple spoke with a smile, his words were merciless.
He had been watching Lin Fan's livestream in the academy, cursing that Lin Fan had become a big internet celebrity and had sold a large number of pills, wondering how much money he had made.
He had planned to extort Lin Yu after the war, but unexpectedly, this disgusting fellow Feng Lei appeared.
Thinking that Feng Lei had a master behind him and was likely coming to seek revenge, how could he tolerate it?
Thus, he found himself here.
However, he was quite surprised that Master Yun was unexpectedly a person of good character, not aggressive and even offering a sincere apology.
Apologizing costs nothing, so why not offer something tangible?
His meaning was clear, and although Master Yun was not a simpleton, he could understand the subtext.
He looked distressed and took out a worn-out book.
"This is a book of my personal alchemical insights. Although I regret not being able to become master and disciple with young friend Lin Fan, this book of alchemical insights will serve as my compensation. I hope you two will not mind!"