Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races-Chapter 214: With a Single Stroke, No Regrets in Youth—The Sunflower Sect Is About to Emerge!
Online, those fence-sitters immediately shifted camps, transforming from anti-Lin factions to pro-Lin factions, and began waving flags and shouting.
"Talent Lin is the most awesome Civilization Master, a few unworthy losers dare to come forward and attempt to scam?"
"I was wrong before, I misspoke, Talent Lin is the greatest, Talent Lin is invincible in the world."
"Boo hoo... seeing all this online, I immediately woke up, it’s all your bastards’ fault for misleading me!"
"..."
Seeing a once advantageous situation instantaneously reverse as if the heavens flipped upside down, several clueless Civilization Masters became completely withdrawn.
After logging off, they stared at the wall in silence, sinking into a deathly quiet contemplation.
However, the grandmasters among alchemists became anxious.
It can’t be this easy!
If they surrender so easily, how are they supposed to gain favor? How will they convince Lin Ping’an to take them off the cultivation technique sale blacklist?
They must find a way to make those idiots rebound.
Finally there are a few good targets, can’t let them escape so easily.
Thus, under the currents, these clueless Civilization Masters are about to experience society’s treachery.
Soon, one so-called supporter after another anonymously contacted them.
Various sweet-talks were thrown at them quickly; the conversations seemed pleasing and satisfying, with a constant influx of nourishing chicken soup, filling them up till they burped.
After a wave of motivational talks, the clueless Civilization Masters were once again filled with fervor, faces glowing as they launched another suicidal charge.
A strand of comments and viewpoints that were detrimental to Lin Ping’an emerged from them, aiming to offend mortally.
Meanwhile, the alchemist grandmasters joyfully utilized these man-made iron-headed kids, crazily brushing favorability.
Unfortunately, they aren’t as legally untouchable as Lin Ping’an.
Exploiting glitches in the system will lead to account bans.
Moreover, ever since those people were added to the blacklist, he hadn’t paid any attention.
Even if he did know, he wouldn’t be moved.
Generously forgive them?
Not in a million years!
Once you’re on the blacklist, don’t expect to ever come off.
Offended Lin Ping’an and want to train in the cultivation techniques he created?
What a joke!
Not killing them at the time was already a great act of mercy.
Now that they’re pleading for forgiveness, it’s far too late.
A good horse doesn’t go back to graze on old grass, an arrow released doesn’t return, a shattered mirror can never be fully repaired.
In this world, there’s no medicine for regrets.
The ending was long predestined; those guys are ultimately drawing water with a bamboo basket, all for naught.
Regarding all this, the alchemist grandmasters are still clueless; they naively believe that with their sincerity, Lin Ping’an would inevitably be touched, drawn in, and relent.
Unfortunately, the world doesn’t revolve around anyone, if anyone, it would be Lin Ping’an and not them.
This time, they have obviously made the wrong calculation and are destined to exert effort in vain.
In the online world, just as one wave finishes, another begins, with the iron-headed clueless ones, incited by motivational talks, unleashing wild rants.
While many alchemist grandmasters and grandmasters formed groups to continue, one after another, verbally sparring, yet not forgetting to curry favor with Lin Ping’an.
"What kind of person is Talent Lin, and you dare to scam?"
"Talent Lin is the person I most admire, most respect, absolutely unforgivable to humiliate him like this..."
"Seeking death! You are unworthy of even mentioning Talent Lin, this great existence... The Sunflower Manual is also a very great cultivation technique."
"..."
During this time, some spectators, the melon eaters, seemed to have a tiny portion who suddenly caught on.
"My goodness! Really, my goodness! I can’t shake the feeling these alchemist grandmasters are pretending to curse while actually aiming to curry favor."
"Such cringeworthy bootlicking words are spouting out, those grandmasters must be insane!"
"Insane! Truly insane! I can’t tell if I’m insane or if this world is insane! Ahh... can’t tell... can’t tell... boo hoo... I really can’t tell!"
"If you’re mad, get out! No crazy people allowed here!"
"Oh my! So many grandmasters sucking up! I just want to know how unbelievably awesome Talent Lin is right now."
"Equally confused face! Feels like brain growth is imminent! Can’t comprehend at all! Why are those alchemist grandmasters so obsequious, while those clueless ones are so reckless, completely illogical!"
"Headache! Is Talent Lin extremely awesome, or just very awesome? Why are those few so brave?"
"Why bother thinking, in any case, Talent Lin is awesome, end of story!"
"..."
As the commotion above unfolded, Lin Ping’an, being the subject or rather the instigator, showed no sign of appearing and getting involved.
His attitude, sheer indifference!
Blatant indifference, even contempt would not be overstating it either.
But that’s perfectly normal, after all, when the majestic elephant walks by, it hardly concerns itself with the ants underfoot.
It certainly wouldn’t strain to listen closely, distinguishing whether the two groups of ants are quarreling because of it.
Inside Villa No.1 at the Great Xia Academy.
Lin Ping’an multitasked, cultivating and forging his Golden Body, refining the final progress, creating new cultivation techniques, communicating with the Celestial Dao Network to receive and learn martial arts knowledge...
Overall, his thoughts focused purely on significant matters, whether to increase his foundation or enhance his strength.
Not once did he bother with the content of those clowns’ online arguments, or rather, seeing it but paying no mind.
Just like this, one day... two days... three days...
The ongoing turmoil online kept the Sunflower Manual’s buzz maintained, with sales steadily increasing, albeit not much, and certainly not skyrocketing.
And the few genuinely determined to cultivate it were scant.
Most were merely exploring ideas, broadening their horizons without actually intending a complete cultivation.
The remainder purchased it simply due to the low price, a bargain to be seized.
Yet in this world, accidents are in surplus.
Equally, there’s no shortage of audacious individuals.
In a small town somewhere.
A Third Grade Martial Artist, eyes bloodshot, clutching a family heirloom, gritted his teeth as he swore revenge.
"Damn it... I... I will definitely avenge personally! If I can’t avenge... what kind of man am I? Why even be a man? It’s better to give up this thing!"
Moments later, with a muffled groan, foul-smelling crimson fluid flowed from someone’s palm and fingertips.
Meanwhile.
In different cities, at different locations, similar occurrences unfolded.
Various desperate individuals, and even some driven mad by the desire to break through the middle tier, to reach higher realms, started a bizarre journey.
"Brandishing the knife becomes a piece, no regrets for youth lost! Sunflower Manual, here I come!"
"Sunflower! Sunflower! As the sun rises in the east, I alone am the Sunflower!"
"Embroidery Needle, Red Silk Robe, once Sunflower arrives, invincible across the land!"
"Beauty left unattended is akin to dry bones, for the sake of Martial Arts Peak, ahhhh..."
"Women only slow down my cultivation of the Sunflower Manual, might as well discard them!"
"..."
Scenes of endless disputes and chaos started appearing frequently.
After male and female, the human race succeeded in producing a third gender at this moment.
During this, no laughable incidents occurred, since most attempting it were still middle-tier martial artists, capable of controlling their muscles.
Situations like excessive blood loss, getting severely injured before practice, thus failing at the first step, have not happened for now.
As the number of martial artists cultivating the Sunflower Manual gradually increased, feedback began to generate, allowing Lin Ping’an to gain corresponding rewards and knowledge.
