28: Heart-Eating Demon Pill

“Get out!”

Su Qinger's final cold and resolute word, like a knife, repeatedly stabbed into Lin Fan's heart.

He returned to his dilapidated courtyard in a daze, kicking open the door. The tables, chairs, and benches inside instantly turned to dust under the impact of his violent spiritual power.

“Su Qinger! You slut!”

Lin Fan's eyes were bloodshot. He couldn't accept that Qinger, who used to follow behind him and look at him with adoring eyes, would now look at him as if he were trash and tell him to get out for his enemy, Jiang Chen!

“Fawning over the rich and disdaining the poor! Fickle!”

“Isn’t it just because Jiang Chen is a Saint! Isn’t it just because his cultivation is higher than mine!”

“You all just wait for me! All of you just wait for me!”

He roared madly, venting the humiliation and resentment in his heart.

He hated Jiang Chen, hated him for taking everything from him!

He hated Su Qinger even more, hated her betrayal, hated her ruthlessness!

This hatred, born from love, was even more deeply etched and burning than his hatred for Jiang Chen!

“I will kill you! Jiang Chen! I will definitely kill you!”

“And you, Su Qinger! I will make you kneel before me, begging for forgiveness for your actions!”

After the roar, there was a deathly silence.

Lin Fan collapsed amidst the ruins, panting heavily, his eyes filled with endless madness and despair.

What should he do?

With his current strength, let alone killing Jiang Chen, he couldn't even get to Holy Son Peak.

Jiang Chen could crush him with a single finger.

Wait? Cultivate diligently?

No! He couldn't wait any longer! He couldn't wait a single day!

The thought of Jiang Chen possibly doing something to Su Qinger on Holy Son Peak, the thought of Su Qinger possibly being intimate with Jiang Chen, made his heart feel like it was being gnawed by billions of ants, making him wish he were dead!

“Strength... I need strength... no matter the cost!” Lin Fan's eyes became incredibly sinister.

Just then, as if remembering something, he suddenly pulled out an ancient ring from his embrace.

This was the beginning of his fortuitous encounter, but at this moment, what he thought of was not the Master in the ring, but another item he discovered along with the ring.

With a movement of his Divine Thought, a palm-sized, pitch-black iron box covered in strange demonic patterns appeared in his hand.

As soon as the iron box appeared, the temperature of the entire room seemed to drop several degrees, and a cold, evil aura emanated from it.

“Boy, what are you doing!”

An old and solemn voice echoed in Lin Fan's mind.

The old man's Divine Soul in the ring emerged, staring intently at the iron box in Lin Fan's hand.

“This is a Heart-Devouring devil core! It is refined from billions of souls and vital blood, incredibly tyrannical! While consuming it can grant immense power for a short time, one's mind will be eroded by Devilish Qi, and the Divine Soul will be gnawed by countless demons, ultimately turning into a walking corpse! Never to be reborn!”

The old man's voice was filled with stern warning, “Are you mad! To even think of using this item!”

“Mad?”

Lin Fan looked up, his bloodshot eyes full of mockery, “Teacher, look at me now, what's the difference between this and being mad?”

“Everything I had is gone! My dignity, my woman, all taken by that bastard Jiang Chen! How can you ask me to be calm? How can you ask me to be content?”

“Didn't you say I was the child of destiny? But why am I like a dog, being toyed with in his palm! Why!”

He questioned hoarsely, venting all his unwillingness and resentment onto the old man.

The old man looked at his distorted face, a deep sense of powerlessness and disappointment welling up in his heart.

“Foolish child.”

The old man sighed, earnestly advising, “The path of Cultivation is inherently filled with hardships. What is a temporary setback? As long as your Dao Heart remains, and you uphold your original Heart-Nature, there will eventually be a day when the clouds part and the sun shines! Your talent is extraordinary, and with my guidance, why worry that you won't be able to avenge this blood feud in the future?”

“Future? When is the future?”

Lin Fan laughed wildly, “By the time I painstakingly Cultivate to a point where I can contend with him, Su Qinger and his child will be old enough to run errands! I don't want the future! I only want now!”

“I want to step on Jiang Chen, in front of everyone, at the Holy Land Grand Competition a month from now! I want him to taste the humiliation I suffered! I want Su Qinger to know that the man she chose is nothing but a good-for-nothing!”

His words completely chilled the old man's heart.

He realized that his disciple's Heart-Nature had been completely twisted.

What he pursued was no longer justice, but purely catharsis and revenge.

For this goal, he would not hesitate to fall into the Demonic Path.

“Lin Fan, if you consume this Medicinal Pill, our Master-disciple relationship ends here.”

The old man's voice became cold, “I have lived a life of integrity and will never associate with Demonic Path evildoers.”

He wanted to use their Master-disciple bond as a final plea.

However, he underestimated Lin Fan's current madness.

“Master-disciple relationship?”

Lin Fan gave a tragic smile, “Alright, then let it end here!”

“Anyway, I, this child of destiny, am also a joke! You following me will only bring shame!”

With that, he no longer hesitated and suddenly opened the iron box.

A dense, almost materialized, bloody Devilish Qi spewed out from the box.

A Dragon-eye sized Medicinal Pill, pitch-black like ink, its surface appearing as if countless vengeful spirits were howling, lay quietly within.

Just by looking at this Medicinal Pill, Lin Fan felt his mind begin to waver, and countless seductive and decadent sounds echoed in his ears.

“Eat it... you will gain supreme Divine Power...”

“Eat it... everyone who looks down on you will prostrate at your feet...”

Lin Fan's last trace of clarity was completely devoured. He grabbed the Heart-Devouring devil core and unhesitatingly shoved it into his mouth.

“No!” The old man let out a desperate cry.

The Medicinal Pill melted upon entering his mouth, and an indescribably violent power, like a breached flood, instantly exploded within his body!

“Ah!!”

Lin Fan let out a bloodcurdling scream, curling up on the ground, his veins bulging all over his body, as if countless black worms were frantically wriggling beneath his skin.

Black blood flowed from his seven orifices. His flesh, Meridians, bones, and even his Divine Soul were being violently torn apart and reorganized by that tyrannical Devilish Qi.

The extreme pain made him wish he could die immediately.

But the intense hatred supported his last shred of consciousness, making him clench his teeth and endure this inhumane torment.

In the ring, the old man's Divine Soul was dim. He closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

“So be it... so be it...”

“This child is no longer good material.”

From the moment Lin Fan swallowed that devil core, his fate was already sealed.

Whether he could defeat Jiang Chen in the Holy Land Grand Competition or not, he had already lost, losing his future, losing everything.

And all of this, Jiang Chen, who was drinking tea on Holy Son Peak, naturally did not know.

He only vaguely felt that Lin Fan's starlight, which represented the child of destiny's Luck, seemed... much dimmer, and stained with an ominous blackish-red hue.

“Oh? This is... finally couldn't resist and started taking shortcuts?”