Top-tier Unruly Master

Unexplainably appearing in this pitch-black space, Ding Fan couldn't figure out what was going on for a moment.

At this time, the man in white appeared like the first sun at dawn in this dark space, radiating white light all over, yet his figure was very illusory.

The man in white waved his fists, his figure constantly changing, looking as if he were performing a set of Fist Techniques, which at first seemed ordinary and unimpressive.

However, when Ding Fan strained his Divine Sense to observe more closely near the man in white, he discovered the Fist Technique was quite extraordinary, as fierce as a tiger in motion, and as tranquil as a coiled dragon when still. Just the momentum alone made people afraid to approach, fearing that coming too close might cause severe mental and physical harm.

Ding Fan used all his Divine Sense to barely see a bit of the man's movements, but in the blink of an eye, Ding Fan felt his Divine Sense was strongly attacked by the other party, forcing him to immediately retract it, leaving only a vague image of the man's figure in his eyes.

Ding Fan was utterly horrified in his heart.

The feeling that his Divine Sense experienced just now terrified him, it was caused by the aura of the opponent.

Ding Fan, although well-informed, felt extremely astonished at this moment.

There is actually such a powerful Fist Technique in the world, without even exchanging blows, just by observing with Divine Sense, he was frightened away by the aura emitted by the technique!

It's too incredible!

Ding Fan's mind was extremely shocked, but suddenly he became interested. Although his cultivation was not bad now, at his age, a Late Nascent Soul Stage cultivation should not be weak. But Ding Fan also knew that he had many weaknesses and shortcomings, for example, he did not have any powerful Fist Techniques or Leg Techniques.

His current strength relied merely on his cultivation True Qi, which were also his shortcomings.

Although he knew many ordinary Leg Techniques and Fist Techniques, none were particularly powerful. He usually relied on Wind Blades to solve problems, as it was relatively simple, direct, and effective. After all, with his cultivation, it was difficult for ordinary cultivators to resist his Wind Blades.

However, it was still somewhat too single-dimensioned.

Ding Fan's comprehension was unusually high, definitely considered a leader among geniuses. He could comprehend Martial Arts techniques to an extraordinary level with just a few glances, but Ding Fan always disdained using those techniques.

At this moment, Ding Fan showed an interest in the Fist Technique of the man in white for the first time, perhaps this was the peculiarity of a genius, only things that were somewhat difficult would interest him.

The man in white seemed like a book of inexplicably powerful Fist Techniques, constantly punching, waving. He didn't seem like a real person at all, but rather a soul carrier of the Fist Technique itself.

The power of this Fist Technique already exceeded Ding Fan's expectations. He did not expect that he could not quickly comprehend these techniques and was shocked back after intensely focusing his Divine Sense for a short time. This indeed was quite incredible!

However, the more it was like this, the more interested Ding Fan became.

At this time, Ding Fan no longer considered his current location but used all of his Divine Sense forcefully to observe every move of the opponent.

Yet, within ten seconds of observation with his Divine Sense, Ding Fan was once again forced back by the opponent's aura.

It was important to know that Ding Fan's Divine Sense was by no means what ordinary cultivators could compare with. It was definitely a very powerful presence. Ding Fan could imagine that if he were replaced by another cultivator, they probably wouldn't even see a second of the man in white's movements.

Only Ding Fan didn't know that even if an ordinary cultivator could enter this black space was uncertain.

Needless to say, seeing the man in white.

Ding Fan was currently fully focused using his Divine Sense to observe the man in white's Fist Techniques, but every ten seconds he would be forced back by the opponent's aura, then he pondered a while and resumed observing with his Divine Sense.

And so it repeated over and over.

At this moment, Ding Fan was completely immersed, not knowing how much time had passed.

Suddenly, Ding Fan felt his Mental Power was very depleted, and his Divine Sense seemed it could not be maintained for much longer.

Ding Fan did not expect such a situation to occur. One must know that his Divine Sense was extremely powerful, and he never felt it could be exhausted, it had always been inexhaustible.

At this moment, Ding Fan realized that this black space required the consumption of Mental Power.

Immediately, Ding Fan finally stopped using Mental Power to learn the techniques demonstrated by the man in white, because unknowingly Ding Fan's Mental Power was no longer sufficient to release his Divine Sense.

Then Ding Fan began to ponder how he could exit this mysterious black space...

...

On a small path in the grove near Ding Fan's residence, Ding Fan sat cross-legged on a large stone, facing an old, slightly worn Stele in the bushes, his eyes closed, not moving at all. Evidently, Ding Fan had lost all perception of his surroundings.

Ding Fan was even unaware that once he entered that state, an elderly man wearing some tattered clothes had appeared by his side.

The Elder had been standing there for a whole day and night, looking at the cross-legged Ding Fan with a face full of astonishment, his expression extremely astonished.

If Ding Fan opened his eyes and saw the Elder, he would realize the Elder was the mysterious, profound old man he had seen before.

The Elder looked at the cross-legged, eyes tightly shut Ding Fan with a face full of shock, hardly believing the other party had entered that state for more than a day!

When he first entered the Stele, he could barely last an hour before retreating!

One should know that at the time, his cultivation was much higher than this boy's, and his Mental Power was very strong, yet he lasted only an hour.

This kid actually stayed inside for more than a day, it's a bit unbelievable!

Could it be a once-in-a-lifetime Body Refinement prodigy?

For a moment, the Elder gazed at Ding Fan with a very complicated expression. Is this kid truly a rare prodigy, or did something unforeseen happen within that Stele?

The Elder felt concerned for him and soon sat cross-legged, surveying the surroundings to ensure safety. Surely, if this kid can wake up, he must be an extraordinary Body Refinement prodigy.

I must ensure his protection.

After a short duration, Ding Fan suddenly felt a wave of dizziness, his body becoming much lighter as if about to fall, but was caught and supported by someone, then Ding Fan slowly opened his eyes.

The Elder was already at his side, supporting him with both hands.

"Thank you."

Ding Fan felt very weak, his voice softer, recognizing the mysterious Elder and immediately expressing his gratitude.

Earlier, he tried every means to leave that black space, already feeling his Mental Power was about to be depleted. In such a mysterious black space, he must find a way to escape.

After trying various methods, he finally exhausted all his Mental Power to exit that black space.

Upon opening his eyes, Ding Fan felt extremely fatigued, seemingly devoid of strength, and were it not for the support of the mysterious Elder, he might have already collapsed.

At this moment, the Elder looked at Ding Fan with a face full of shock, as if viewing a Monster, eyes fixed on him with so many questions that he didn't know where to start, becoming momentarily tongue-tied.

Ding Fan looked at the Elder with equal curiosity, but lacked the strength to ponder deeply.

"You..."

"Let me recover for a while, I'm very tired now."

The Elder was about to ask but was abruptly interrupted by Ding Fan, prompting the Elder to nod quickly, suddenly realizing his curiosity had caused him to forget the boy's current state, and he promptly said:

"Okay, okay, recover first, I will protect you."

Ding Fan nodded, saying nothing more, directly closing his heavy eyelids, and began to cultivate.

Seeing this, the Elder couldn't help but find it amusing and ironic, never expecting to protect a youngster; if word got out, it would surely make those old fellows laugh their heads off.

However, on the other hand, encountering such a Body Refinement prodigy is truly fortunate!

Not long after, the Elder protected Ding Fan, and Ding Fan entered a state of cultivation; in a short time, Ding Fan awakened.

After undergoing cultivation, Ding Fan had recovered significantly mentally, and his body felt much better.

"How are you feeling?"

The Elder beside Ding Fan saw him open his eyes and asked with some concern.

"Much better, thank you, Senior."

Ding Fan expressed his sincere gratitude, feeling a bit curious about the mysterious Elder, wondering why he would appear beside him.

Ding Fan surveyed the surroundings and was quickly reminded of the environment, also noticing that worn-out Stele, causing him to marvel within.

Ding Fan realized the black space he entered and the white-robed figure he saw inside must be due to this Stele.

For a moment, Ding Fan's gaze lingered on the Stele, seemingly pondering something.

The Elder saw Ding Fan's expression and immediately asked:

"What did you see in the Stele?"

Hearing the Elder's inquiry, Ding Fan returned to his senses, directing his gaze at the mysterious Elder and then said:

"A black space, and a white-robed figure."

Upon hearing this, the Elder's eyes instantly widened, anxiously inquiring:

"How much did you learn?"

Hearing the Elder's question, Ding Fan was equally surprised, not expecting the mysterious Elder to be so familiar with the environment of the black space he was in.

Ding Fan didn't think too much about the Elder, feeling that this mysterious Elder must certainly not be a simple person. His cultivation was likely far superior to his own, so no point in trying to hide anything from him, hence Ding Fan decided to speak honestly.

When Ding Fan heard the Elder's question, he couldn't help but furrow his brow. He didn't know how long he stayed in the black space nor how long he learned from the white-robed figure, but Ding Fan knew he spent quite a long time learning from the white-robed figure.

However, to Ding Fan's frustration, despite the lengthy learning period, he clearly understood only one technique; Ding Fan wasn't exaggerating.

Indeed, he only comprehended one technique; whether he mastered it is another matter.

Thinking of this, Ding Fan started to doubt himself, wondering if his comprehension had declined.