Chapter 12: Skill Creation Guide Book
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Lu Qiming was extremely pleased to have such a junior brother.
"Are you okay, Junior Brother?" Lu Qiming asked worriedly.
Lin Fan smiled weakly and replied, "I'm fine."
Lin Fan looked at the blood on his hand.
"Oh no, no, I am going to faint." With a fall, he fainted.
Lu Qiming went forward to grab Lin Fan. "Let's go back now."
Yin Xiaotian stepped forward with a pill. "Let Junior Brother Lin take this to stabilize himself."
Lin Fan opened his eyes after some time. The skies were already dark; it was probably already past midnight.
He felt that something was on the side of his bed. It was Lu Qiming. Seeing that Lin Fan had sat up, he grabbed his hands in glee. "Junior Brother, how are you feeling?"
But seeing Lu Qiming staring at him with genuine concern in his eyes, Lin Fan smiled weakly and nodded. "Okay, much better now."
Lu Qiming heaved a sigh of relief. "That's good. Junior Brother, you have been seriously injured, and you nearly died, according to the doctor. He even said that it's a miracle that you survived. It's all thanks to the sacred medicine that Senior Brother Yin gave. That saved your life."
"Ah, so it's like that." Lin Fan gulped.
"Senior Brother, it's getting dark. I am feeling better now. You should get some rest too," Lin Fan said, smiling.
"I am fine, Junior Brother." Lu Qiming did not want to leave yet. He was still worried about Lin Fan's health.
However, Lin Fan wished that he would leave immediately.
"It's okay, Senior Brother. It's a crucial time right now, and I am fine." Lin Fan smiled and repeated himself.
Lu Qiming protested no more and left.
"Junior Brother, rest well. Call me if you need anything," he said before going off.
After Lin Fan was sure that Lu Qiming had left, Lin Fan got off his bed to stretch.
Out of the corner of his eye, Lin Fan saw the 9-ringed broadsword on the table. He rolled his eyes.
"Which idiot brought this back? It's just a random weapon that I picked up, and they thought it was mine?"
But this was not the time for him to focus on that. He picked up the 9-ringed broadsword and slashed it across his throat.
Lin Fan sighed.
Lin Fan lay on the floor, dead.
Experience Points +10
10 seconds passed.
Lin Fan opened his eyes. He smiled.
He immediately went to check his panel to see how much he had gained.
Name: Lin Fan
Cultivation: Body Tempering Stage Five (+)
Experience Points: 10510
Lottery: Bronze (100), Silver (300), rest yet to be unlocked.
"Not bad, there's so many points. I can start drawing now."
If not for the automatic draw previously, he wouldn't have believed that such items existed in this world.
The needles and the grenade.
"Let's try the Bronze lottery first."
Bronze lottery: Thank you, please try again.
The smile on Lin Fan's face fell.
Lin Fan was utterly confused.
He used the Epic rank lottery and got immortality.
And the two lotteries during the battle both gave him great prizes too.
Silver lottery: A Mortal skills creation guide book.
"What the hell? 300 points and all you give me is this?
"No, wait… Mortal skills creation guide book? Isn't that really excellent?"
All of a sudden, Lin Fan's eyes shone.
Lin Fan's hands trembled in excitement.
He flipped open the book with excitement.
Suddenly, Lin Fan blinked his eyes to confirm what he was seeing.
He rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
There were only a few sentences in the book.
"There are numerous skills in the world, but we are unable to create something out of nothing. The easiest way to create is to find a technique and refine it. If you are daring, you can repeat it a few more times. You will succeed one day."
After Lin Fan finished the book, it turned into a ray of light and went into his body.
"I…" Lin Fan clenched his fist, turning red in anger. His breathing turned rapid, and he exploded.
"Darn it! What on earth!? What ‘daring'!? Go and die! Oh my lord!"
"Return my 300 points!"