Top-tier Unruly Master

Ding Fan casually found a room in the hotel. By now, he had decided to leave Dongcheng, as there were still matters weighing on his heart; thus, he could stay here for at most a few more days.

Now, Ding Fan had offended quite a few people and powers, starting with the Wang Family, one of the Four Great Families of Huaxia Country. Then there was the Ancient Martial Family, the He Family, and most recently, the White Lotus Sect...

Any one of these powers was more than Ding Fan could contend with. He had already noticed that he was under surveillance, so now, all he could do was leave.

And the thing that made Ding Fan willing to risk danger to stay was Zhou Ruoran.

That day, during the fire at the Dancheng villa, Ding Fan had heard Zhou Ruoran's words at the scene of the blaze.

Ding Fan naturally knew of the feelings Zhou Ruoran harbored for him, but he had never shown himself, clearly understanding that they were people of two different worlds, like two parallel lines that would never intersect...

Ding Fan knew that once he left this time, it might be a farewell forever.

The path he sought was one of eternal life and immortality. He didn't want to be burdened by his feelings for Zhou Ruoran; unresolved, they could pose great harm to his future cultivation.

Ding Fan thought that by restoring Zhou Ruoran's appearance, perhaps his own burden would be lifted as well.

After settling into his accommodation, Ding Fan sat cross-legged and cycled his cultivation for two or three Heavenly circuits; when he opened his eyes again, it was already the latter half of the night.

Ding Fan quickly got ready and prepared to leave.

He planned to return to the Ning Family Pharmacy, as he still had some belongings there. Moreover, he wanted to explain things to Ning Luoxi. Should anyone come looking for him, he would have her claim ignorance.

Ding Fan didn't want anyone from the Ning Family to be implicated because of him.

After leaving the Seven Days Hotel, Ding Fan used the Wind Pursuit Technique to hurry to the Ning Family.

Having advanced to the Third Level of Qi Cultivation, simple spells like Wind Pursuit Technique, Wind Blade, and Fireball Technique were now easy for Ding Fan to master. The road was deserted with no cars or pedestrians, so Ding Fan could use the Wind Pursuit Technique without fear of being seen.

However, when Ding Fan arrived at the entrance of the Ning Family Pharmacy, he discovered that there were already people keeping watch over the place.

For a moment, Ding Fan's brows furrowed. He had moved out precisely to avoid bringing unnecessary trouble to the Ning Family, but now it seemed that trouble was inevitable.

Ding Fan hid himself in a dark corner and swept the area around the Ning Family Pharmacy with his Divine Sense.

There were two people keeping watch.

These two individuals had an aura similar to that of Iron Dragon, which allowed Ding Fan to deduce that they were likely from the White Lotus Sect.

Ding Fan hesitated for a moment.

His hesitation wasn't about how to eliminate these two individuals, but rather how to divert their attention.

After some thought, Ding Fan came up with a plan, and immediately stepped out from the shadows.

Ding Fan walked to the entrance of the Ning Family Pharmacy as if nothing was amiss. After knocking on the door for a while, Ning Zhanshan did come out to open it.

"Uncle Ning. I've found a new place to stay. I've come to gather my things; I'm moving out today..."

Ning Zhanshan was taken aback. "Ding Fan..."

Fearing that Ning Zhanshan might say too much, Ding Fan quickly pulled out a wad of money. "This is for the rent all this time. Thank you for taking care of me these past days."

At that moment, Ding Fan discreetly used the God Summoning Technique again. Although the technique could certainly harm the consciousness of ordinary people, it was the only way he could now save Ning Luoxi's family.

Ning Zhanshan's eyes became somewhat vacant as he took the money, his tone a bit different from usual. "You owe so much in rent, I thought you were going to default..."

"Not at all, Uncle Ning, take care," said Ding Fan with a smile.

...

Yanjing Royal Family.

Although it was deep into the night, Wang Tingxu showed no sign of wanting to sleep, idly toying with a string of Buddha beads in his hand while staring blankly at a landscape painting on the wall opposite him.

"Patriarch, you haven't slept yet." Wang Zeyu, a second-generation descendant of the Wang Family, respectfully approached Wang Tingxu.

Wang Tingxu shook his head slightly. "Now that you've confirmed Ding Fan is still alive, what do you plan to do?"

"His death is inseparably linked to that of Luo Hao; I definitely won't let him live another day in this world," Wang Zeyu declared.

"But this Ding Fan is not easy to deal with. The He Family has confirmed that He Chen died in the Immortal Peak Primeval Forest. This Ding Fan is inevitably connected to these events, so don't take him lightly in your dealings," Wang Tingxu cautioned.

"Rest assured, Patriarch, I've already prepared a meticulous plan. I've released Ding Fan's information to the He Family, and besides that, I've also engaged the services of the Red Spider assassin organization... To have such a grand setup for the end of a wastrel from the Ding Family, dying in such a way would be his honor..." Wang Zeyu said.

"Since you have arranged everything, I'll just wait for your good news." After Wang Tingxu finished speaking, he closed his eyes to rest, no longer uttering a word.

"Family elder, rest assured... Ding Fan is as good as dead!" Wang Zeyu declared confidently.

…

After Ding Fan left the Ning Family Medicine Shop, he didn't go anywhere else; he simply returned to the Seven Days Hotel.

On his way back, those two disciples from the White Lotus Sect had been following behind Ding Fan the whole time. Noticing this, Ding Fan felt reassured. It seemed that the Ning Family Medicine Shop was safe for now. They must think the relationship between the pharmacy and himself was nothing more than that of a landlord and a tenant...

After returning to the hotel, there was still some time before dawn, and with nothing else to do, Ding Fan began to continue refining the Youth Preserving Pills.

However, before the sky was completely bright, someone knocked on his door.

Ding Fan checked the time; it was only about three or four in the morning. At this time, who could be looking for him?

Ding Fan scanned the outside with his Divine Sense and saw three people standing at the door. Among them, two were the ones who had been monitoring him at the Ning Family Medicine Shop. It seems that after reporting his movements, a big boss had made an appearance.

Ding Fan promptly opened the door.

Swish swish swish... The moment Ding Fan opened the door, a series of blade gleams rushed towards him.

Having already probed with his Divine Sense earlier, Ding Fan was prepared. As the blade light slashed toward him, he moved his feet and retreated in just a few steps to the spacious area of the living room.

After he steadied himself, Ding Fan got a clear view of the assailants.

Among the three, there were two young men. The two that had swung their blades at him. Besides these two, there was an elder. The elder had hair half black and half white, bright eyes, but very pale complexion, looking somewhat like a Western vampire.

The elder, seeing that Ding Fan had composedly dodged the incoming blade light, was somewhat surprised for a moment.

The two who had attacked Ding Fan were known for their quick blade work in the White Lotus Sect. It wasn't just ordinary people from the secular world who struggled against them, even the disciples within the Sect rarely managed to emerge unscathed from their combined assault.

So the elder couldn't help but take a closer look at Ding Fan.

Dressed plainly, his body seemingly slender, and barely over twenty years old, possessing such qualities at this age was indeed extraordinary...

"You killed Iron Dragon, didn't you?" The elder stopped his disciples from continuing their attack on Ding Fan and asked indifferently.

Ding Fan also briefly sized up the elder. The elder's cultivation was not weak; he must be at least Human Level Fifth Grade.

He Chen, who had chased after him at Immortal's Peak that day, was only at Human Level Third Grade, making this elder's cultivation quite formidable.

However, Ding Fan was not afraid. Even though his opponent was stronger, he was not without the power to fight.

At this moment, Ding Fan didn't hide the truth. Since they had sought him out, it meant that they already knew. Therefore, the only course of action today was to cut through the chaos with a swift decision.

"I did," he admitted.

The elder nodded. "Good, you are honest. Now I can offer you a choice of how you wish to die."

Ding Fan almost laughed at the proposition, as if he heard a good joke. An opportunity to choose how to die?

"I really don't know where you get your confidence from," Ding Fan snorted lightly.

"Fools rush in where angels fear to tread. You refuse a chance when offered; don't blame me for being ruthless then," the elder said, gesturing toward his two disciples behind him with a change of expression.

The two disciples behind the elder picked up their cleavers and approached Ding Fan, one from the left and one from the right.

The disciples' cultivation levels weren't high. From the brief exchange earlier, it was clear that their blade techniques were their only edge. Ding Fan didn't bother entangling with them and with a sudden shift in his stance—

Instantly, the two assailants felt a blur before their eyes, and just then, a strong gust of wind blew up.

The disciple closest to Ding Fan couldn't even comprehend what had happened when Ding Fan's kick landed squarely on his neck, eliciting a miserable cry. The disciple's body went through a 360-degree spin before crashing heavily to the ground.

The other assailant was startled momentarily, and that was all the time he had before Ding Fan's Great Flying Kick came surging towards him again.

The kick came so swiftly and at such a tricky angle that the assailant couldn't dodge in time. The kick landed firmly on his face.

The man crumpled to the ground with a thud.

Ding Fan dusted off his hands, looking at ease.

The elder beside them, however, furrowed his brows…