Top-tier Unruly Master

At this moment, Ding Fan watched as the other party's tears finally fell. Clearly, he felt slightly relieved in his heart. After all, Ding Fan knew that holding back tears and bottling up emotions could easily make a person sick, even if cultivators had strong physiques, they were still flesh and blood.

"Alright, alright... it's all in the past now. Let's look forward. Sect Master He in the netherworld certainly wouldn't want to see you like this."

At this moment, Ding Fan tried his best to comfort the other party and spoke consolingly.

He Qianyao heard Ding Fan's words and gradually held back her tears. Then, with some grievance and self-reproach in her eyes, she asked Ding Fan:

"Do you think I'll be able to avenge my father in the future?"

Ding Fan was taken aback by the question. He knew in his heart that He Qianyao's cultivation was indeed quite average. The enemies who killed Sect Master He were cultivators of the Spirit Division stage, or even the Transcendance Tribulation stage. Clearly, reaching the Spirit Division stage or the Transcendance Tribulation stage would be very difficult for He Qianyao. After all, Ding Fan understood that He Qianyao's cultivation talent wasn't particularly outstanding, but he knew he couldn't say that now.

After careful consideration, Ding Fan solemnly replied to her:

"You definitely can do it, you have to believe in yourself. And with me here, I will do everything in my power to help you. Don't you believe me?"

He Qianyao looked at Ding Fan's serious expression, then nodded heavily and solemnly replied to Ding Fan:

"I will also work hard, I believe in you!"

At this moment, Ding Fan heard what He Qianyao said and it was clear that her mood had improved significantly. Ding Fan felt a bit relieved, and then said to He Qianyao:

"Get a good rest, in the afternoon I'll teach you my fist technique. I think if a beautiful woman displays such an overwhelming fist technique, it will surely astonish all the men! I'm counting on you!"

After saying this, Ding Fan smiled playfully at He Qianyao. At that moment, He Qianyao, hearing Ding Fan's words, couldn't help but let out a gentle laugh, smiling through her tears, and then nodded to Ding Fan without saying anything, watching him leave the room.

It was clear that He Qianyao felt much better. She hadn't expected Ding Fan to have such a humorous side, which obviously surprised her.

"Thank you, Ding Fan."

At this moment, as He Qianyao watched Ding Fan reach the doorway, she sincerely thanked him with his back turned. Clearly, because of Ding Fan, she felt much better, and after hearing Ding Fan's promise to teach her his fist technique, He Qianyao suddenly felt fully motivated. Naturally, she knew how formidable Ding Fan's fist technique was.

To know that even an elder at the Nascent Soul Late Stage was defeated by one punch from Ding Fan, and now Ding Fan planned to teach her his fist technique, was certainly a great thing. At this moment, He Qianyao felt even more confident in avenging her father.

...

The morning passed quickly, and to Ding Fan, it was clearly a morning of cultivation. At this point, Ding Fan's mental state improved significantly. Then, according to his promise to He Qianyao, he went to find her intending to teach her the fist technique from his stele.

Ding Fan was very confident; he knew that the fist technique in his stele was incredibly formidable. If He Qianyao could learn it, her strength would undoubtedly have a significant boost. However, there was one issue – whether He Qianyao could learn it. Ding Fan was well aware that the fist technique in the stele was extremely difficult to learn. Even with his strong talent, learning the fist technique from the stele was very laborious, and after such a long time, he had only learned one move.

Although Ding Fan had the experience of teaching Wang Hu, he knew that Wang Hu's ability to comprehend martial arts might be even stronger than his own. Just because Wang Hu could learn didn't mean He Qianyao would be able to as well.

Thinking of this, Ding Fan couldn't help but miss Wang Hu a bit. He didn't know how Wang Hu was doing now. On the day of the massacre at the Dayang Sect, Ding Fan had protected Wang Hu and others to help them escape, but later he heard the Wild Wolf Gang's disciples surrounded the outskirts of the Dayang Sect. Naturally, Ding Fan was somewhat worried about Wang Hu, as he wasn't sure if they could escape.

Although Ding Fan knew Wang Hu's strength had greatly improved under his teaching and had stood out in the outer sect disciples' competition, the cultivators from the Wild Wolf Gang were not to be underestimated, and among them were many elders, so Wang Hu's chances of escaping were slim...

Thinking of this, Ding Fan couldn't help but feel a little sad. If Wang Hu were dead, he would definitely avenge him, along with Lianzi and others, who were good friends he made at the Dayang Sect. This grievance against the Wild Wolf Gang and the other sects that slaughtered the Dayang Sect, Ding Fan would surely repay!

Subsequently, Ding Fan didn't dwell on it anymore and directly found He Qianyao and came to a training ground. Ding Fan then gradually taught He Qianyao the fist technique from the stele.

The two spent the entire afternoon training until it was dark and then returned to the resting quarters.

The next day, under Zhong Hao's guidance, Ding Fan and the others went to a living room.

Ding Fan entered the living room, and it was evident that all the delicious dishes were already prepared. Ding Fan glanced around; the living room was spacious, with two rows of seats. Many elders were already seated, and there were a few empty seats left, clearly reserved for Ding Fan and his companions.

Ding Fan also noticed a middle-aged man sitting in the main seat at the front of the two rows. On closer inspection, Ding Fan realized the man was a cultivator at the Nascent Soul Late Stage, and his cultivation was evidently much more solid than that of the elder Ding Fan had slain before, indicating the middle-aged man's strength was far superior to that elder.

Perhaps others couldn't discern such subtle differences, especially regarding Nascent Soul Stage cultivation, but for Ding Fan, it was a trivial matter. One must know Ding Fan's Divine Sense was not something ordinary cultivators could compare to.

Ding Fan estimated, if he were to compete with the middle-aged man in the main seat, he wasn't confident of winning. Ding Fan could tell that this middle-aged man was indeed the Sect Master of the Hongshan Sect. This was clearly a small sect, for when the Dayang Sect existed, the middle-aged man's strength at most amounted to that of an elder-level figure, which highlighted the difference between a small sect and a Great Gate Sect.

However, Ding Fan also knew that the sect master was indeed very young, so his cultivation talent was commendable.

"Reporting to the Sect Master, this is the benefactor who saved me yesterday. Benefactor, this is our Hongshan Sect's Sect Master, Sect Master Gao Feng."

At this time, Zhong Hao led Ding Fan and the others to the empty seats, respectfully addressed the middle-aged man in the main seat, and then introduced Ding Fan.

The middle-aged man looked at Ding Fan, then, with a smile in his eyes, said:

"Young heroes have emerged since ancient times, and this young brother has quite the charisma."

Ding Fan heard these words and responded with a slight smile, calmly saying:

"Nice to meet you, nice to meet you, you're flattering me."

At this time, Ding Fan was somewhat polite, clearly having a good impression of the middle-aged man. Even though the man was a Sect Master, he was not pompous at all and treated Ding Fan politely. Though Ding Fan knew the sect wasn't considered a Great Gate Sect, he did not look down on them in the slightest. To Ding Fan, whether someone was powerful or not had nothing to do with him.

"Young brother is too modest. Our Zhong Hao being saved by you was a blessing from his past life. Most importantly, to have him make friends with a talented youth like you is what's truly important. You didn't just save a Zhong Hao; you saved his master, Elder Fu, as well, which was a great help to our sect. This kindness, our Hongshan Sect remembers it!"

At this moment, the middle-aged man Gao Feng sincerely said to Ding Fan. Clearly, Gao Feng was very sincere. He had already heard Zhong Hao's detailed account of how Ding Fan saved him. Hearing Zhong Hao's story, he was naturally filled with disbelief. It was hard to imagine a cultivator at the Nascent Soul Late Stage defeating a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator—unbelievable to anyone who heard it.

However, Gao Feng knew Zhong Hao well and believed Zhong Hao wouldn't lie to him, which left him extremely shocked. Clearly, his sect must cultivate a good relationship with such a talented cultivator, and having the opportunity to associate with him was indeed a fortunate matter.

When Ding Fan was led into the living room by Zhong Hao, Gao Feng already sensed a not-so-weak aura from him. Although Ding Fan's cultivation appeared to be only Early Nascent Soul Stage, recalling what Zhong Hao had said made him further admire Ding Fan.

Furthermore, at this moment, Gao Feng was more certain that the cultivator who saved Zhong Hao was indeed a remarkable figure. Building connections with such a genius cultivator was a wonderful opportunity.

"I thank the young man. Should you encounter any difficulties in the future, feel free to seek out Old Fu at the Hongshan Sect. I am Fu Wen."

At this point, an elder slowly stood up, speaking to Ding Fan with great politeness.

Ding Fan observed the elder's demeanor and could see that his physical condition was indeed very poor, even having difficulty walking. But Ding Fan didn't expect that the elder, despite being so severely wounded, came to express his gratitude, which touched Ding Fan.

Although Ding Fan knew that the sect had already learned a bit about him through Zhong Hao, and their actions were clearly a gesture of goodwill, Ding Fan certainly wouldn't refuse. After all, having more friends in the dangerous Cultivation World was a good thing since they could look out for each other.

Then, Ding Fan politely said to the elder:

"It was nothing, just helping out in passing."

Hearing Ding Fan's words, the elder smiled slightly toward him, clearly showing goodwill, then exchanged a look with the middle-aged man in the main seat. The middle-aged man nodded understandingly. Then, with the assistance of two cultivator disciples, the elder left the living room.

"Elder Fu's injuries are severe, making it inconvenient for him to speak much. I'll bid farewell on his behalf. I hope the young man doesn't take offense."

Ding Fan heard this, smiled slightly, and calmly said:

"No problem at all, no problem."