Top-tier Unruly Master

The wind congealed into a blade. Shi Kefang was dumbstruck.

This was beyond Shi Kefang's comprehension; with his knowledge, a Human Level expert simply couldn't achieve such a feat.

Shi Kefang looked at Ding Fan with disbelief. "Could it be that you're an Earth Level expert?"

However, to consider Ding Fan an Earth Level expert, Shi Kefang found it somewhat incomprehensible. If Ding Fan truly were an Earth Level expert, then how had he been suppressed in their fight just now?

While Shi Kefang was still struggling to understand, Ding Fan, holding a Soft Sword, had already appeared before him.

"I am the Fifth Elder of the White Lotus Sect. You better not do anything foolish, otherwise, even if you flee to the ends of the earth, the disciples of the White Lotus Sect will never let you go," Shi Kefang managed to say, suppressing the panic in his heart upon sensing the murderous intent from Ding Fan.

Ding Fan, however, didn't pause at all; his Soft Sword swung past, and Shi Kefang's throat was immediately slit.

"You... you..." Shi Kefang clutched his throat, looking at Ding Fan with disbelief on his face.

He had declared his affiliation with the White Lotus Sect thinking it would make Ding Fan hesitate, but who knew that Ding Fan wouldn't hesitate at all...

In Shi Kefang's final moments of consciousness, he actually gave Ding Fan an assessment.

What a decisive, ruthless person!

After killing Shi Kefang, Ding Fan went through the belongings of the elder. After all, this elder was also a Level Five Human Level expert, so there could be some treasures on him.

From Shi Kefang's body, Ding Fan found a Token, which was made from white jade. It was carved with a lotus flower relief, and atop the relief, there was clearly an imposing character for 'command'.

Although Ding Fan didn't know the use of this item, he didn't throw it away; instead, he casually placed the Token into his storage ring.

Besides this Token, Ding Fan found a letter on Shi Kefang.

On the envelope, it was written: Personally initiated by the Fifth Elder, and in one corner of the envelope, there was a line of small print: Respectfully for Qi Sirong.

Seeing the name Qi Sirong made Ding Fan frown.

He had encountered Qi Sirong yesterday on the antique street. Although he had concealed his aura, Ding Fan's Divine Sense still detected that he was a disciple of the White Lotus Sect. Now he was curious as to what Qi Sirong had written to Shi Kefang.

Ding Fan immediately opened the letter.

'To the Fifth Elder, with respect: ... Su Jiankun has slain our White Lotus Sect's Seventh Elder, and this grudge is a significant one for our entire sect. The culprit may have received word and is now on the run... I have gained the trust of the Su Family members, and by dawn tomorrow, I will lure Su Jiankun's two daughters, Su Qinger and Su Maner, to the outskirts.

Both of these girls are virgins and possess exceptionally beautiful visages, making them perfect for cultivation practice. The Fourth Elder will also arrive tomorrow. I'm willing to offer these two girls to the two elders for their cultivation practice...'

Ding Fan's eyebrows knit tightly together; the White Lotus Sect was no good thing—it was an Evil Cult that practiced by absorbing the blood essence of young women during their first menstrual cycle.

The letter mentioned that the father of Su Maner and her sister had killed the Seventh Elder of the White Lotus Sect, so Su Jiankun must also be a practioner of Ancient Martial Arts.

Ding Fan glanced at the sky; it must be around four in the morning. Less than two hours before sunlight.

After killing Shi Kefang, Ding Fan decided he would leave Dongcheng; with his current strength, he was not able to compete with a force like the White Lotus Sect. He understood that now he had killed their Elder, the matter would certainly not end well.

But upon seeing this letter, Ding Fan hesitated. Regardless, he had some worldly connections with the two sisters of the Su Family, and now that he knew they were in trouble, how could he ignore that?

Once his plans were set, Ding Fan threw a Fireball Technique, and within a moment, Shi Kefang's body, along with the corpses of his two disciples, were burned to ashes. After ensuring that no traces were left behind, Ding Fan's figure blurred, and he sprinted into the night...

...

In Dongcheng, at the Su Residence.

Su Qinger had called Ding Fan several times last night, but no matter how many times she tried, Ding Fan's phone was powered off.

Su Qinger didn't understand why her sister so strongly disliked Ding Fan, but she was certain of one thing: her sister must have misunderstood him.

Therefore, Su Qinger had intended to call Ding Fan to understand the misunderstanding between him and her sister so she could explain it, but she just couldn't get through to Ding Fan's phone.

Unexpectedly, at around four-thirty in the morning, Ding Fan actually called her back.

The phone number Su Qinger gave Ding Fan was so domineering, ending with eight eights. With such an impressive number, just one glance was enough to know who was calling.

"Brother Fan..."

The moment Su Qinger answered the phone, she even felt somewhat aggrieved. She had barely slept the previous night; she had always been close to her sister since they were young, and it was the first time her sister had hit her yesterday.

So, when she saw Ding Fan's call, her eyes unexpectedly filled with tears.

"Qinger, I have an urgent matter, so listen to me first,"

Before Su Qinger could speak, Ding Fan's voice came through from the other end of the phone.

Su Qinger nodded. "Go ahead, Brother Fan..."

The reason Ding Fan chose to call Su Qinger was that he had no choice; his time left in Dongcheng was getting increasingly tight. So the only thing he could do was call Su Qinger. After all, it was the fastest way.

The mobile phone Ding Fan was using was given to him by Su Qinger, and it indeed had her number on it.

At this moment, Ding Fan didn't delay any further. "Tomorrow morning, no matter what happens, you and your sister must stay at home, especially Qi Sirong. If he wants to take you out, you mustn't follow him..."

Su Qinger was startled. "What's wrong with Qi Sirong? Brother Fan, is there something wrong?"

"I don't have much time to explain right now, but you must listen to me. Go find your sister now, and from this moment on, you two must be together. Before eight o'clock tomorrow, you must not leave the house under any circumstances."

"Okay..." Su Qinger didn't doubt Ding Fan's words at all; she knew he would never deceive her.

"Good, I'll come to find you at eight o'clock."

After finishing his last words, Ding Fan hung up the phone.

Having thought it over, Su Qinger got out of bed and dressed. Following Ding Fan's instructions, she went straight to Su Maner's room and knocked on the door.

"Qinger, why are you up so early?" Su Maner, still not fully awake, was surprised to see her sister dressed and ready.

With a serious face, Su Qinger said, "Sis, Brother Fan just called me. He said there might be trouble at home, and he asked us not to leave the house before eight o'clock..."

"Qinger!" Su Maner cut off Su Qinger before she could finish. "Didn't I tell you yesterday not to contact Ding Fan anymore? Are you not even listening to your sister's words now?"

"Sister, Brother Fan wouldn't lie to me. Can you trust me just this once?" Su Qinger said, somewhat anxiously.

Su Maner pointed to the wall clock. "It's only four thirty now, day hasn't even broken. Do you think it's normal for a man to call a woman at this time?"

"Sister!"

"Enough, don't say anymore. If you still recognize me as your sister, then don't contact Ding Fan again. Otherwise, don't call me sister from now on."

Seeing Su Maner's stern face, Su Qinger knew that no matter what she said, her sister wouldn't believe her. Hesitating for a moment, she turned and left Su Maner's room.

When Su Qinger returned to her own room, she pondered for a while and decided to call Ding Fan again, but when the call went through, the message on the other end told her the phone was switched off...

...

Ding Fan's time in Dongcheng was extremely limited, and the first thing he needed to do was to visit Zhou Ruoran at the hospital.

Although Ding Fan's Youth Preserving Pill had not been fully refined, he couldn't worry about that now. He had to use another method to help Zhou Ruoran restore her appearance.

This method consumed a great deal of Blood essence, so unless absolutely necessary, Ding Fan would not use it.

Ding Fan had already figured out the location of Zhou Ruoran's ward. At this time, day had not yet dawned, and the hospital's inpatient department doors were still closed.

But this did not pose a problem for Ding Fan. With a few leaps, he entered the inpatient department through a window on the second floor that was left open.

Ding Fan quickly found Zhou Ruoran's ward.

Zhou Ruoran was in a single ward. When Ding Fan entered the room, there was only Zhou Ruoran inside.

Haven't seen her for a few days, Zhou Ruoran seemed a bit thinner and her forehead looked somewhat dull, obviously not having rested well lately.

At that moment, a familiar Spiritual Energy hit him, and Ding Fan was taken aback. He turned to look and saw a small pot placed on the bedside table.

Inside that pot was the very Fragrant Mind-Consolidating Grass...

Ding Fan quickly remembered that this was what Zhou Ruoran had dug out from the flower bed at the Dancheng villa. He had not expected that during the time they had not seen each other, the Fragrant Mind-Consolidating Grass had already grown two new leaves.

"Ding Fan... is that you..." At that moment, Zhou Ruoran spoke.

Ding Fan was startled; his movements were silent, yet seemingly he had awakened Zhou Ruoran. But upon a closer look, he realized Zhou Ruoran was just talking in her sleep; she hadn't noticed him.

Ding Fan let out a soft sigh. Zhou Ruoran must have felt his presence, calling out to him subconsciously...

Then, Ding Fan pressed his thumb lightly against Zhou Ruoran's forehead and a stream of True Qi flowed into her. Zhou Ruoran's previously furrowed brows eased once more...

Ding Fan didn't want Zhou Ruoran to know he had been there, so he had to make sure she wouldn't wake up during this time.

Seeing Zhou Ruoran breathing evenly again, Ding Fan didn't hesitate to bite his finger, then gently dropped the blood onto Zhou Ruoran's face.

Then, he placed one hand on the scars on Zhou Ruoran's face and started forming the Finger Decision with the other...