Top-tier Unruly Master

Binding Powder, known as the strange poison of the White Lotus Sect.

Any person who smells this powder, let alone an ordinary person, even a Martial Artist at the Human Level Peak, would be immobilized for an entire day upon inhaling it.

At this moment, Qi Sirong looked at Ding Fan as if he were looking at a monster; he had never seen anyone able to move freely after being afflicted by Binding Powder.

Squeak, Qi Sirong was very obedient and stopped the car next to the forest.

Qi Sirong's cultivation was only at Human Level Third Grade. Keep in mind, the Fifth Elder had cultivation at Human Level Fifth Grade, and such an impressive individual was easily slain by Ding Fan. What capital did he have to act arrogantly in front of Ding Fan?

"If you're willing to let me go, I can tell you everything you want to know," Qi Sirong was someone who knew the times. In front of Ding Fan, he knew that continuing to act arrogantly would lead him down a path to certain death.

"You don't have the capital to negotiate with me," Ding Fan's tone was as calm as before.

Ding Fan could easily end Qi Sirong's life with just one finger.

"As long as you let me live, I am willing to do anything…"

"What's the deal with Su Jiankun?" Ding Fan asked indifferently.

On that day, from the Fifth Elder, Ding Fan had found a letter from Qi Sirong saying that Su Jiankun had killed an elder of the White Lotus Sect. Ding Fan was curious to know what kind of person the father of the Su sisters was.

Qi Sirong was initially taken aback by Ding Fan's question. He hadn't expected Ding Fan to care about the matters of the Su family, but now, to save his own life, he didn't hide anything at all.

"Su Jiankun is a member of secret organization 3567 in Huaxia Country."

"3567?" Ding Fan was taken aback, as this was the first time he had heard the name of this organization.

"This organization is actually comprised of individuals with Special Abilities who are a part of the country's secret services. Now, almost all the members of this organization are descendants of Ancient Martial Arts..." Qi Sirong was quite honest in his introduction of this organization called 3567.

Ding Fan nodded, signaling that he understood.

At this point, Qi Sirong hurriedly continued. "Once, the Seventh Elder went out to train and encountered Su Jiankun, who then killed the Seventh Elder... We of the White Lotus Sect have a rule, no matter who it is, if they kill a disciple of our sect, the whole sect will certainly seek revenge and kill that person...

I came to Dongcheng this time to find Su Jiankun originally, but he wasn't home, so I targeted the Su sisters instead..."

Hearing this, Ding Fan roughly understood the situation. It seemed the so-called dog-crap Seventh Elder must have tried to harm a decent young lady outside, met Su Jiankun, and hence was killed.

"Young Master Ding, I have told you everything I know. I am just a minor character of the White Lotus Sect. Please consider letting me go as if it were a fart," Qi Sirong said to Ding Fan, his face full of flattery.

Swish...

Before Ding Fan could respond to Qi Sirong's words, in the second after his voice fell, Qi Sirong suddenly threw a punch, aiming directly at Ding Fan's temple.

Although Qi Sirong's cultivation was not high, if he landed a hit, the person was certain to die. Everyone knows that the temple is a critical point on the human body, and a hit there would be lethal...

Qi Sirong, even though his cultivation was inferior to Ding Fan's, this was a sneak attack with a tricky angle and sudden timing. In Qi Sirong's view, there was no way Ding Fan could dodge this attack.

But to Qi Sirong's surprise, the punch he threw with all his might was effortlessly caught by Ding Fan's hand.

Qi Sirong was dumbfounded; that was a full-force blow, yet it was caught so easily...

At that moment, Ding Fan hadn't even moved his head, could it get any easier...

Qi Sirong may be weak, but it all depends on who you compare him to. Normally, one of his punches could easily smash a stone, yet the opponent handled it with no pressure...

"You're courting death..." Ding Fan's tone remained indifferent, his gaze not even flickering toward Qi Sirong.

Upon hearing Ding Fan's words, Qi Sirong felt chills on his neck, his entire spine as if frosted over.

Startled, Qi Sirong desperately tried to withdraw his arm, but his fist felt welded into Ding Fan's palm, immovable no matter how he struggled.

"Young Master Ding, Grandpa Ding, I was wrong, I was wrong... please spare my life..."

At this moment, Qi Sirong genuinely felt fear, the first time in his life he had sensed the breath of death so closely.

Qi Sirong silently cursed himself for having a brain fart and attempting to sneak attack Ding Fan. If he hadn't angered Ding Fan, perhaps he would still have a sliver of chance to live...

Ding Fan didn't give Qi Sirong much chance to regret; he turned his hand into a palm and then made a direct chop at Qi Sirong.

With Qi Sirong's fist firmly controlled by Ding Fan, there was no way he could evade the incoming chop.

Swish... Ding Fan's palm sliced across Qi Sirong's throat.

Qi Sirong's eyes widened in shock as he stared at Ding Fan's right hand.

Although it was just a palm, what he felt was like a sharp blade crossing his throat...

Qi Sirong gently touched his throat, then his eyes opened wide as he felt blood... and at that moment, he clearly realized that Ding Fan had slit his throat...

In the last stage of his life, Qi Sirong still found it hard to believe.

How could a person's palm be sharper than a knife blade... What kind of figure had he been killed by...

If he had known how awesome Ding Fan was, why would he have bothered with any hostage exchange...

Thump... In the end, Qi Sirong's body went limp, dead beyond any doubt...

There weren't many houses around here, with very few vehicles or pedestrians, so after Ding Fan got out of the car, he threw a fireball onto the vehicle, and instantly, the car was engulfed in raging flames...

After taking care of this, Ding Fan did not linger any longer and turned to dash into the forest...

...

Today was destined to be an extraordinary day, as the whole General Hospital in Dongcheng was abuzz.

And the reason for the commotion was Zhou Ruoran!

Zhou Ruoran, who originally had a scar on her face and looked ugly, woke up in the morning with her face covered in blood, and Hu Jin initially thought someone had tried to harm Zhou Ruoran.

But after washing off the blood on Zhou Ruoran's face, not only was Hu Jin dumbfounded, everyone was shocked.

The original ugly duckling had turned into a swan overnight.

Zhou Ruoran's skin was as soft and tender as a baby's. Her complexion was snow-white with a hint of pink, looking gorgeously delicate. Anyone who saw Zhou Ruoran's face at that time felt that perhaps even the most beautiful star in Huaxia Country could not compare...

That scar was gone, and at this moment, Zhou Ruoran was like a fairy descended from the heavens.

For a woman, their appearance is incredibly important.

If it had been anyone else in Zhou Ruoran's shoes, they would definitely be ecstatic. In an era where looks are everything, even if Zhou Ruoran did nothing, just with her current appearance, she could lead a life of luxury...

However, Zhou Ruoran was not overjoyed at this time; on the contrary, she kept frowning, her face filled with melancholy.

"Ruoran, what's wrong with you? Is there something making you unhappy?" Hu Jin and Zhou Ruoran were very close, so she asked with some concern.

Zhou Ruoran looked at the pool of blood on the hospital bed, which had appeared on her face for no reason that morning.

"Hu Jin, everyone is saying that my face was restored by an Asura... do you believe it?" Zhou Ruoran said lightly.

The inexplicable recovery of Zhou Ruoran's face naturally led to all sorts of speculation in no time.

Hospitals were already places rife with rumours of supernatural events; unable to find the reason for Zhou Ruoran's sudden recovery, it was natural for some to attribute this miracle to the divine.

After hearing Zhou Ruoran's words, Hu Jin shook her head slightly. After years of education, she did not believe that there were such things as gods and Asuras in this world.

Zhou Ruoran suddenly seemed to recall something. "Hu Jin, when you came this morning, did you notice anything unusual?"

"When I came back, you were sleeping deeply. I even helped you sit up, but you didn't wake up. I thought you had been harmed by that bad person..." Hu Jin said.

"Bad person?" Zhou Ruoran's eyes brightened.

Hu Jin nodded. "When I came to the ward this morning, just as I got to the door, I saw a figure leaving your ward..."

As Hu Jin said this, her eyes lit up. "Ah?! Could it be, could it be that person who restored your face?"

"What was that person like?" Zhou Ruoran grasped Hu Jin's hand eagerly.

"At that time I only saw that person's back..." Hu Jin replied.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ruoran's expression darkened once again.

Suddenly, Hu Jin thought of something. "Hey? Right, we can check the surveillance! Isn't there surveillance in the hospital? Maybe the cameras caught who came to restore your face."

Zhou Ruoran's eyes lit up. "Let's go right now..."

Immediately, Hu Jin and Zhou Ruoran went to the hospital's security department. After they explained their purpose, the staff in the security department didn't make it difficult for them and played back the recording for them.

How could the security guards refuse the request of two beautiful women?

Zhou Ruoran and Hu Jin managed to find the video of the person from early in the morning, but the person in the video was very careful, and his face was never caught on the camera.

Despite that, Zhou Ruoran still recognized the figure.

"Ding Fan..."