Just as Yun Fan had expected, the registration area was simply filled with a sea of people. The place was filled with outer court disciples from the four peaks. The long line was like a long dragon, winding endlessly.
Yun Fan took a light breath and stood at the end of the line.
The surrounding outer sect disciples looked at the young man in handyman's uniform standing at the end of the line with cold eyes.
Many of the talkative Flame Peak disciples whispered to the disciples of the other three peaks. Everyone's eyes lit up, and they looked like they were waiting to watch a good show.
Yun Fan ignored all of this. He was thinking about how he could get the 10,000 Spirit Stones.
As long as he had the 10,000 Spirit Stones, he could exchange for the Blazing Technique and use the special lottery to draw an Exotic Flame. The Blazing Technique would at least be able to evolve to a high-grade Mystic-rank technique.
Yun Fan had already asked around. The techniques in this world were also divided into four ranks: Heaven, Earth, Black, and Yellow. Each rank was further divided into three levels: low, medium, and high.
However, it seemed that the Heaven Rank was not the highest rank. As for what levels were above it, Yun Fan did not know.
As for the outer sect disciples of the Fire Spirit Sect, unless they had some secret techniques from their families, most of them could only cultivate high-grade Yellow-rank techniques at most.
At that time, with his high-grade Mystic-rank technique and the power of the Exotic Flame, he would definitely crush them at the ceremony.
At that time, everyone's expressions would be very interesting.
Two hours later, it was finally Yun Fan's turn. However, after thinking for so long, Yun Fan still could not figure out how to get the 10,000 Spirit Stones.
When Yun Fan walked up, the staff member at the registration area was stunned. "Why is there a handyman here to register?"
"Why, I can't?" Yun Fan frowned.
"Yes, of course, as long as you're not afraid of death!"
The staff member smiled mockingly and asked Yun Fan to sign on the registration form, as well as the peak and hall he belonged to.
When the staff member saw Yun Fan sign 'Yun Fan', he immediately smiled and said, "So you're that Yun Fan!"
"Brother, I bet that you would be vaporized by the Spirit Spring of Flame for three breaths. You have to work hard!" The staff member winked.
Yun Fan frowned. He didn't expect that the news of his participation in the Promotion Ceremony had already spread like wildfire. There were actually people who were secretly gambling with his life.
"If you're a little smarter, you should take out all your money right now and bet that I'll succeed!"
Yun Fan sneered, then turned around and left.
"Haha, do you think I'm an idiot? Do you think I'll believe you?"
The staff member's laughter came from behind.
"Yun Fan, don't listen to him. You have to work hard. I borrowed money to bet that you can last for five breaths!"
An Outer Sect disciple with a face full of pockmarks walked over and patted Yun Fan's shoulder without any trace of politeness. Although his words were encouraging, there was a sinister smile on his face.
"Borrow money?"
Hearing the other party's words, Yun Fan's eyes lit up. He seemed to have thought of a solution.
"Thank you, Brother!"
Yun Fan smiled and cupped his fists at the pockmarked man. Then, he turned around and ran toward the core of the main peak.
In the end, he turned around happily and said to the pockmarked man, "Remember to sell everything you have and bet that I'll succeed. Consider it my reward for reminding me!"
Looking at Yun Fan running away happily, the pockmarked man was confused. 'Can't this kid see that I'm mocking him on purpose?
How can he still laugh so happily?
He even wants me to sell everything I have and bet that he'll succeed? '
'This kid is indeed an idiot!' The pockmarked man shook his head and sneered.
…
Yun Fan ran to a hall in one breath. The hall was not big, but it was exquisitely designed and magnificent. The two stone lions in front of the door were made of gold.
On the plaque in front of the door, there were three large golden words: Mending Hall.
Mending Hall was the Spirit Stone distribution center for the hundreds of thousands of disciples of the Fire Spirit Sect.
In addition to the daily distribution of Spirit Stones, the Mending Hall had another function that few people knew about, which was to 'borrow'!
Borrowing meant that one could borrow a certain amount of money by relying on one's reputation or by pledging items. When the time came, one could return the money with interest. Yun Fan, who had transmigrated, was very familiar with this function.
In order to let the disciples cultivate diligently, the Fire Spirit Sect also set up a loan service in the Mending Hall. The things that could be borrowed included money, Spirit Stones, pills, Spirit Treasures, and so on. As long as the items were returned and a small commission was paid on the agreed date.
However, unless it was an emergency, very few people would come to handle this kind of service.
At this moment, Yun Fan stared at the three large words' Mending Hall 'with a burning gaze. What he thought of was to use this method of borrowing money to solve his urgent need.
As long as he could borrow 10,000 Spirit Stones from the Mending Hall, he could exchange for the Burning Skill. Then, he could use the special lottery to get the Heavenly Flame. Wouldn't he be like a little cow that had climbed up a tree?
As long as he became an inner sect disciple during the promotion ceremony, Zhou Tao would naturally help him return the 10,000 Spirit Stones. He had even made a bet with Zhou Tao!
As for whether Zhou Tao could take out 10,000 Spirit Stones to return the loan, that was not something he needed to consider.
The bet that everyone had witnessed was recognized and protected by the sect. He was not afraid that Zhou Tao would go back on his word.
Thinking of this, Yun Fan chuckled and strode into the Mending Hall.
At this time, the Mending Hall was not like before. There was an endless stream of disciples coming to borrow money. This was because the promotion ceremony was about to begin, and there was a shortage of cultivation resources. Everyone wanted to make a name for themselves during the ceremony and be recognized by the sect.
When the people coming and going saw Yun Fan, who was wearing a handyman's uniform, they were first puzzled, then disgusted and disdainful.
This was a place where only the elites of the sect should come. What was a lowly handyman like him doing here?
Yun Fan completely ignored these snobs. Not only did he not lower his head, but he also raised his small face slightly to let them take a closer look.
Remember this young master's face well. During the inner sect ceremony, you arrogant outer sect disciples, whoever stands behind this young master is a grandson!
Yun Fan walked in front of the middle-aged shopkeeper without a trace of fear. The shopkeeper had just put down his pen and looked up when he saw a little handyman sitting in front of him. His face was immediately displeased.
"Go, go, go, go to the side and sweep the floor. Don't interfere with my work!"
Yun Fan calmly replied, "I'm here to borrow money."
The middle-aged shopkeeper was startled. He immediately widened his eyes and said, "You?"
"Yes."
"No!" The shopkeeper immediately refused.
Yun Fan frowned. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a commotion behind him. He did not know who it was, but someone shouted.
"Nangong Lingfeng is here!"
This shout caused all of the Outer Court Disciples present to turn their heads in unison. Yun Fan also followed the crowd's gaze and looked over.
Not far away in the sky, a fiery cloud was rushing over. In just a few breaths, it appeared outside the hall.
Everyone then saw that the 'fiery cloud' was actually a two-meter square red carpet that emitted a blazing red light.
When the red carpet landed, it reflected the figure of a handsome young man in a white robe on the red carpet.
When the middle-aged shopkeeper saw him, he walked out of the counter with a face full of smiles. Although Nangong Lingfeng was only an outer sect disciple, he was a genius that the sect valued and nurtured. He could not afford to offend him.
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