Top-tier Unruly Master

The Ink Monkey was curiously sitting in Ding Fan's palm like a little person, its body fluffy and its big eyes twinkling adorably.

Although the Ink Monkey looked cute at that moment, Ding Fan was not deceived by its adorable appearance, as this Ink Monkey was known as the Beast King in the Cultivation World.

You see, in the Cultivation World among the deep mountains and vast rivers, Yuan Beasts roamed; for such a tiny thumb-sized Ink Monkey to be called the Beast King indicated something unique about it.

By then, Ding Fan had already branded it with his Divine Sense, and from that moment on, the Ink Monkey would recognize only Ding Fan as its master.

"Wow...so cute..."

At that moment, Mu Zi, with a face full of surprise, approached Ding Fan and stared straight at the Ink Monkey in his palm. "Brother Fan, may I touch this little monkey?"

By then, Mu Zi had completely forgotten the unpleasantness she had with Ding Fan earlier, her beautiful eyes twinkling with anticipation as she looked at him.

How could Ding Fan be too harsh with a girl? He nodded, which served as an answer.

By then, the Ink Monkey had already been branded by Ding Fan, so naturally, it wouldn't mind being stroked by a friend of its master.

Mu Zi nervously touched the Ink Monkey's head gently, and the Ink Monkey didn't mind at all; it even stretched lazily.

Seeing such a languid activity from the thumb-sized monkey, Mu Zi grew even fonder of it. She gently held the Ink Monkey in her hand and tenderly used Alchemy to caress its body.

Fluffy and warm, Mu Zi found it hard to let go.

At that moment, Qin Manshu came back from outside. Previously, the teacup and tea had been knocked over when Ding Fan caught the Ink Monkey, but now she had prepared another pot of fragrant tea.

As soon as the fragrant tea was brought over, the Ink Monkey acted as if energized, leaping directly into Ding Fan's palm. With a pitiable and cute look, it was clear from its expression that it was begging Ding Fan for some tea.

The crowd was amused by the adorable actions of the Ink Monkey, laughing heartily.

The Ink Monkey had always been fond of tea; otherwise, with Ding Fan's current level of cultivation, capturing the Ink Monkey would have been absolutely impossible.

Ding Fan smiled slightly, took a teacup, poured a cup of tea for the Ink Monkey, and placed it to the side on its own.

The Ink Monkey was delighted, holding the fragrant tea and savoring it. Meanwhile, Mu Zi stopped chatting with everyone else and simply moved a chair next to the Ink Monkey, her eyes affectionately fixed on the little creature.

"Young friend Ding Fan, your movement technique reaches the heavens, and your cultivation is unfathomably deep. May I ask where you received your training?" inquired Mu Wuhui from the side.

Mu Wuhui was brimming with admiration for Ding Fan. He had never imagined that Ding Fan, on his own, could capture the Spirit Monkey when even a coordinated effort by group 3567 with an Earth Level Martial Artist had failed.

You must understand that Ding Fan is still so young; waiting until he reached his own age, even reaching the legendary Heavenly Level might not be an impossibility.

Impressed by Ding Fan's capabilities, Mu Wuhui had grown curious about Ding Fan's background.

"I merely stumbled upon some Ancient Martial Ruins in my early years and fortuitously received some inheritance," Ding Fan nonchalantly concocted a lie.

Mu Wuhui did not doubt Ding Fan's words, as he had heard of others who had fortuitously received inheritances from Ancient Martial Ruins and had their cultivation greatly increased, making it nothing unusual.

After some idle talk, Old Master Qin prepared some food. However, Ding Fan still had things to do, so he promptly excused himself.

Seeing that his master was leaving, the Ink Monkey did not linger. With a few jumps, it climbed to Ding Fan's shoulder and then dived directly into his collar, vanishing from sight.

Seeing this, Mu Zi felt even more envious. In the past, Sun Wukong was able to hide his Ruyi Jingu Bang in his ear, whereas Ding Fan could hide this Ink Monkey in his collar—if only she had such an Ink Monkey, how wonderful that would be.

"Brother Fan, have you named this Ink Monkey yet?" asked Mu Zi as she grabbed hold of Ding Fan.

Ding Fan was briefly stunned; he had not yet thought of a name for the Ink Monkey. He shook his head slightly in response.

Suddenly seeming to have an idea, Mu Zi looked at Ding Fan. "Brother Fan, could you let me name this Ink Monkey?"

Seeing Mu Zi's hopeful expression, Ding Fan couldn't bear to refuse. He smiled lightly, "Sure."

After thinking carefully for a moment, Mu Zi said, "How about calling him Zizi?"

Zizi? This name sounded like one a girl would pick, and it was indeed adorable. However, Ding Fan thought of the moment when the Ink Monkey would reveal its ferocious side after achieving Spiritual Communication.

At that time, being called Zizi, what would others think?

Seeing Ding Fan silent, Mu Zi began to act coquettishly, hugging his arm. "Brother Fan, can we call him Zizi, please?"

Her coquettish behavior attracted laughter from Old Master Qin, Mu Wuhui, and Qin Manshu.

Ding Fan smiled slightly, "Alright, we'll call him Zizi."

Mu Zi was immediately delighted. "So, Brother Fan, may I visit Zizi often?"

Ding Fan nodded. "Of course."

At this moment, Mu Zi was very happy. "Then it's a deal, Brother Fan!"

Looking at the quirky Mu Zi, Ding Fan nodded. "A deal it is."

Seeing that Ding Fan was really leaving, Mu Wuhui came over. "Young friend Ding Fan, I'll pick you up for the trip to Yanjing in three days?"

Ding Fan pondered for a moment. "In three days, I better go to Yanjing by myself."

Though Ding Fan had been reborn only a short time ago, he knew some things about the Secular World, and since Mu Wuhui, as the deputy leader of Team 3567, would attract attention and possibly some unnecessary trouble if he accompanied him.

Rather than that, he might as well go alone.

Having agreed on this, Ding Fan then left the Qin family. Seeing Ding Fan leaving, Mu Wuhui's face showed relief.

"Old Master Qin, stop hiding your treasures, bring out your fine wines..." Mu Wuhui said, rolling up his sleeves.

Old Master Qin smiled upon seeing Mu Wuhui's demeanor. Ever since arriving in Dancheng, Mu Wuhui had maintained a stern face, and now it was rare to see him this relaxed.

Old Master Qin was an old hand at these things, and the person who could relax Mu Wuhui was none other than Ding Fan.

The various displays by Ding Fan, from condensing energy to his stunning movement technique, had completely convinced Mu Wuhui. In this world, if anyone could cure the team leader's illness, that person would likely be Ding Fan, and if even Ding Fan could not manage it, then it would truly be time to give up.

"Manshu, bring up my best wine...," Old Master Qin said with a smile to Qin Manshu on the side.

...

After leaving the Qin family, Ding Fan directly went to the hospital to check on Mei Li.

Mei Li's injuries were no longer serious at this point, and she would likely be discharged in a couple of days.

"Brother Fan, my brother has found out some information about Jing Yi," Mei Li said, her spirits much improved.

With news of Jing Yi, Ding Fan's expression grew more serious.

Ruoran had been taken away by Jing Yi. Naturally, Ding Fan needed to investigate this Jing Yi.

That day, Ruoran's resolve and the crossbow arrow she had shot at Ding Fan made him more suspicious as days passed. If Ruoran truly disliked Ding Fan and wanted him to leave, he wouldn't have kept insisting. Clearly, there were some issues involved. Thus, Ding Fan needed to clear things up.

Mei Li continued, "This Jing Yi is quite influential. My brother had to use many of his connections just to glean some information about this person, who is an Elder of the Peach Blossom Female Sect..."

"Peach Blossom Female Sect?" Ding Fan was slightly taken aback.

He had not heard of this Sect before.

Mei Li nodded. "Yes, the Peach Blossom Female Sect... However, there's not much information available about it, only that the sect is located in Western Sichuan, but nobody knows its exact location."

Ding Fan nodded. For information about such Hidden Sects to reach people in the Secular World was already quite difficult.

"You and your brother have worked hard," Ding Fan said. "In three days, I'll make a trip out, and during this time, you should stay here and recover fully."

Upon hearing Ding Fan's words, Mei Li pondered for a moment then gently shook her head. "Brother Fan, you know about my injury. It'll take just a couple of days to be discharged. Although I might not be of much help, Yanjing is a place rife with powerful figures. With me around, you'll at least have someone to perform errands."

Ding Fan looked at Mei Li, whose face was resolute.

He could tell that if he didn't take Mei Li with him, she would probably follow him once her injury healed. If that was the case, it would be better to just keep Mei Li by his side now.

"Alright then, rest well these two days, and in three days, we will go to Yanjing together."

Mei Li nodded.

Just then, a noisy commotion came from outside the hospital room.

"Doctor, please, I will get the money, please start treating my mother first!"

"Do you think this hospital is run by your family? Without money, we won't treat; once you pay, we will start treatment. That's the rule!"

...

Upon hearing the ruckus outside, Ding Fan promptly stepped out of the room and went to the hallway, where he saw it crowded with people.

Amid the crowd, a middle-aged woman knelt, and beside her, an elder lay on the cold ground...