Top-tier Unruly Master

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Today was the day Zhou Ruoran was to be discharged from the hospital. After packing up her things, she sat on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the pot of three white blossoms on the bedside table.

Looking at the three white blossoms, Zhou Ruoran could picture Ding Fan crouching in the flowerbed, tending to the plants.

Upon learning that it was Ding Fan who had restored her appearance, Zhou Ruoran also remembered the fire at the Dancheng villa, the time Ding Fan had rescued her.

Later, when she went back to the villa to dig up the three white blossoms, Ding Fan was secretly keeping an eye on her as well.

At this moment, Zhou Ruoran even guessed that when she was brought to Paradise Hotel by Iron Dragon and almost bullied, it must have been Ding Fan who saved her.

Only if Ding Fan had saved her could things make sense. She had already been subdued by Iron Dragon, who could have done whatever he wanted.

But afterward, Iron Dragon was burned to death in Paradise Hotel, and she and Hu Jin were inexplicably rescued. At the time, Zhou Ruoran thought it was strange, but now that she knew Ding Fan had restored her looks, she understood these matters clearly. If it hadn't been for Ding Fan's rescue, how could she and Hu Jin have escaped? And how could Iron Dragon have been bizarrely burned to death?

What made Zhou Ruoran certain of this idea was that she had felt Ding Fan's presence after being rescued that day, and she felt it again after Ding Fan restored her face this time.

Thinking of how Ding Fan had silently lent a hand from the shadows on several occasions when she faced danger, her heart filled with bitterness. Ding Fan had always been worried about her, always silently caring for her.

What added to Zhou Ruoran's bitterness was the fact that although Ding Fan was worried about her, he still refused to come out and see her...

Could it be that he was still blaming her?

In Dancheng, Zhou Ruoran misunderstood Ding Fan time and again. She so wished she could apologize to him in person, but Ding Fan kept avoiding her, causing her heart to ache. She hoped so much that Ding Fan would understand.

How much she missed him now...

"Ruoran, the discharge procedures have all been completed..." Hu Jin pushed the door open and walked in at this point.

"Hu Jin, did you bring Ding Fan's photo?" Zhou Ruoran was more concerned with that than the discharge procedures.

The other day, Zhou Ruoran and Hu Jin watched surveillance footage at the hospital, but Ding Fan seemed to have intentionally made it difficult; all the footage captured was of his back, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

However, Zhou Ruoran recognized the man from his back alone. Having grown up in the Ding Family household, she couldn't mistake Ding Fan's silhouette.

Hu Jin also felt the silhouette was very familiar, reminding her of her own do-nothing boss, Ding Fan.

When Hu Jin shared her thoughts, Zhou Ruoran's eyes widened, like a drowning person who had grasped a lifeline. Had it not been for Hu Jin holding her back, Zhou Ruoran would have gone with her to the company to see Ding Fan right then and there.

Finally, after Hu Jin calmed her down, promising to bring a photo of Ding Fan from Qin's Group the next day and considering the trouble it might cause if the Ding Fan from Qin's Group turned out not to be the one she was looking for, Zhou Ruoran managed to wait.

Hu Jin knew that Zhou Ruoran deeply missed Ding Fan, but she couldn't believe her good-for-nothing boss could be the one Zhou Ruoran was searching for.

Nevertheless, to put Zhou Ruoran's mind to rest once and for all, Hu Jin managed to get a work photo of Ding Fan from the logistics department.

"This photo is of..." Hu Jin handed the photo to Zhou Ruoran.

Hu Jin thought Zhou Ruoran would surely be disappointed. A kind and strong woman like Zhou Ruoran, who had now regained her appearance.

The current Zhou Ruoran had undergone a complete transformation, from an ugly duckling to a beautiful swan. Her delicate and beautiful face was matched by few.

How could such a person be suitable for the Demon King of Chaos...

"It's... it's him..." Yet, when Zhou Ruoran took the photo, there was no disappointment on her face. Instead, tears began to fall as she held the photo...

"It's Ding Fan..." Hu Jin's eyes widened in shock. The person Zhou Ruoran was looking for turned out to be her boss, Ding Fan...

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Ding Fan received a map from Wuren and examined it carefully. He couldn't help but feel the map had no relation to the current Changan Ridge; the landmarks on the map differed vastly from the scenery around him.

"Do you really think you can exchange a fake map for your life?" Ding Fan asked Wuren coldly.

"Senior, I really didn't deceive you, the map is genuine. I stole it from our sect, hoping to get that Ancient Sword and then run away with junior sister Hua Er... Pah, pah, that bitch..." Wuren's tone carried a hint of hatred. Hua Er, having just used a Poison Needle to attack both Ding Fan and Wuren, had made Wuren hate her so much that he now crudely referred to her as a bitch.

Ding Fan flipped through the map in his hands and swept his Divine Sense across the paper, but still discovered nothing.

The map seemed to depict a tunnel. At the twisted end of this winding tunnel, there was a mountain marked with 'End of the World.'

All around Ding Fan were mountains and forests; where could there be a tunnel, and what did the 'End of the World' mountain on the map mean? Could it be that within Changan Ridge there was actually a mountain named End of the World? The only thing that confirmed the map was of this area was the title 'Changan Ridge.'

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Ding Fan couldn't figure out the purpose of the map, so he simply tucked it away.

"Senior, I beg of you, please spare my life. I'm merely a minor character. Please let me go," Wuren pleaded as he kowtowed to Ding Fan.

In front of Ding Fan, Wuren felt like a chick that had not yet grown its feathers, completely helpless against someone who could snuff out his life with ease.

At that moment, Ding Fan found himself in danger. With one more person aware of his situation, the risk increased. Without hesitation, he turned his right hand into a blade and delivered a swift killing strike.

Wuren lacked even the strength to resist and was instantly cut down by Ding Fan right then and there.

Although he was deep in the wilderness, Ding Fan still preferred not to leave evidence that could work against him. He conjured a fireball and threw it, cleanly incinerating the corpses of Wuren and Hua Er.

After disposing of Wuren's body, Ding Fan left the cave. Despite a day of concentrated Breathing Exercises with no significant advancement in cultivation, his body had recovered to its peak condition.

By now, Ding Fan was getting hungry, so he made a fire and began roasting some bear meat.

Ding Fan was in the midst of roasting the meat.

At that moment, the sound of rustling footsteps once again came from the undergrowth.

It didn't take long for a bloodied woman to stagger into Ding Fan's line of sight.

As night fell, Ding Fan had built a considerable fire, making it difficult to go unnoticed. The woman glanced at Ding Fan with curiosity.

In such a desolate place, it was highly unusual for someone to be making a fire and cooking meat. So, even while fleeing for her life, she couldn't help but take a second look.

Thud... Perhaps too exhausted to maintain her balance, she stumbled and collapsed to the ground.

Ding Fan remained composed and indifferent, intent only on roasting his meat without concerning himself with the woman's plight.

Swish, swish, swish... At that moment, three more men came chasing from a distance and quickly noticed Ding Fan upon arrival.

On seeing Ding Fan, the three men hesitated, uncertain how to proceed.

The scene had taken a strange turn, with a man calmly roasting meat, an injured woman lying on the ground not far from him, and even further away, three assassins brandishing sharp blades...

None of the individuals spoke, but this silent understanding lasted only for a minute.

The three men exchanged glances then seemed to make a decision. Two of them moved swiftly toward Ding Fan, one from the left and one from the right.

Swipe, swipe...

The two moved extraordinarily fast. As they reached Ding Fan, they simultaneously lunged at him with blades aimed at his throat and heart...

Ding Fan's brows furrowed deeply. This unprovoked attack greatly annoyed him; he had minded his own business with no consideration of interfering in theirs. Yet now, they had taken it upon themselves to make a move against him.

Angered, Ding Fan did not dodge or evade their combined assault. Instead, he twisted his body at an odd angle, suddenly shifting from sitting to standing.

Following that, the two attackers, as if by some trick, were suddenly catapulted away like arrows released from a bowstring.

Thud, thud... After flying out five or six meters, both assailants slammed into the ground, each spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Observing this, the woman who had been pursued and fell looked on in disbelief at Ding Fan.

Others may not have known the strength of these three men, but she was aware of it: all three were practitioners of Ancient Martial Arts, Cultivators of Human Level Grade Two.

Even at her peak condition, this woman could handle a Human Level Grade Two practitioner of Ancient Martial Arts, but it would certainly take some effort.

Yet, Ding Fan had not only dealt with two of them simultaneously, but he had also done so effortlessly. He sent them flying with a single move, so clean and swift that she couldn't even discern what technique he had used.

The one remaining man, still able to stand, dared not rashly attack again. After a moment's hesitation, he suddenly grabbed a flying dart and hurled it directly at the fallen woman.

A chill ran through the woman as she lay there, unable to move. It seemed her life would come to end here today.

She closed her eyes, awaiting the final blow that would end her existence.

Screech...

Just then, a sharp sound of something piercing the air suddenly arose.

The unexpected noise startled the woman. She opened her eyes in shock.

The flying dart that had been aimed at her had somehow been knocked aside, and Ding Fan, who was previously roasting meat nearby, now stood not far from her.

Turning to look at her pursuer, his throat had been slit and was now spilling blood; he had clearly been killed by a throat cut...