Top-tier Unruly Master

Zhou Ruoran fell headlong to the ground, her head hitting a rock directly, and blood immediately began to flow out.

"Zhou Ruoran, since the Peach Blossom Female Sect has given you life, then you have the obligation to sacrifice for the Female Sect. This time, you must be handed over to the people of the Myriad Poison Sect," the Sect Leader said solemnly, looking at Zhou Ruoran, who sat paralyzed on the ground with blood flowing from her head.

"No! I am a married woman, I live as Ding Fan's, and in death, I will be Ding Fan's ghost!" Zhou Ruoran said resolutely.

Before, Zhou Ruoran had lost her memory; in her recollections, there were only fragments of Ding Fan's scolding and beating her.

Recently, as Zhou Ruoran practiced the Cultivation Techniques of the sect and as her cultivation improved, she began to recall the past, bit by bit.

When Zhou Ruoran remembered the various things about Ding Fan and the farewell meal, the affection between them in Dancheng...

Later, Zhou Ruoran remembered that she had shot an arrow at Ding Fan.

At this thought, Zhou Ruoran felt as if her heart was bleeding. She had been clamoring to go back to find Ding Fan, her husband, these past days.

Jing Yi did not stop her, however, at this critical moment, the Sect Leader of the Myriad Poison Sect took a fancy to Zhou Ruoran. He then insisted on marrying her.

The Myriad Poison Sect was formidable in strength, and the sect revered poison. Mention the Myriad Poison Sect in the Ancient Martial World, and few wouldn't feel reverence.

The Myriad Poison Sect was ruthless in its ways, with a policy of repaying every slight. It could be said that no one dared to casually provoke such a sect.

To avoid conflict with the Myriad Poison Sect, the Sect Leader of the Peach Blossom Female Sect promptly agreed to this marriage.

Jing Yi knew that the Sect Leader of the Myriad Poison Sect was a decrepit old man, and to let Zhou Ruoran marry him would be like throwing her into a pit of fire; thus, Jing Yi was firmly against it.

But the Sect Leader of the Peach Blossom Female Sect, who was also very arbitrary, promptly locked Jing Yi up.

"Zhou Ruoran, from today on, do not mention again that you have a husband, otherwise, you will die, and your master will die as well. If you do not agree to marry the Sect Leader of the Myriad Poison Sect before tonight, then I will let you see with your own eyes how your master Jing Yi dies before you," the Sect Leader said, and then she left with a flick of her sleeves.

The Sect Leader's mind was incredibly meticulous; she naturally knew the importance of Jing Yi to Zhou Ruoran. It was clear that threatening Zhou Ruoran with anything else was unlikely to work; now, threatening her with the life and death of her master Jing Yi was the only option.

Sure enough, upon hearing about Jing Yi, Zhou Ruoran's demeanor became grave.

Clang... At that moment, the heavy Mysterious Iron gate of the cave closed, and Zhou Ruoran stared blankly at the horizon.

Could it be that she and Ding Fan were truly fated to be apart?

A line of tears fell down Zhou Ruoran's face.

"Ding Fan, will we ever meet again? What are you doing right now? Do you miss me?"...

...

The helicopter carrying Ding Fan and his companions flew along until it was quite far from the Peach Blossom Female Sect before it stopped.

After the three of them got off the helicopter, Fang Ruo led the way, and the trio immediately dashed toward the direction of the Peach Blossom Female Sect.

All three individuals had cultivation, and although Mu Zi's cultivation might have been a little lower, that did not affect them much. In less than an hour with Ding Fan leading Mu Zi, Fang Ruo brought them to the side of a steep cliff.

"Wait here for a moment, I'll go in first to scout out the situation..." said Fang Ruo, glancing at Ding Fan.

Ding Fan nodded; it was good to clear up the situation inside the Sect first.

Fang Ruo then leaped directly down beneath the steep cliff.

Mu Zi on the side watched, stunned. Such a high cliff—if one were to jump down, even with cultivation to protect them, it would be a deadly or at least severely injurious fall.

Ding Fan, on the other hand, showed no surprise.

In the Cultivation World, entrances to sects were often hidden with Concealment Formations, and the Peach Blossom Female Sect had also used such a technique. While it could not compare to the ones in the Cultivation World, it still achieved the effect of a Blinding Technique.

This Blinding Technique concealed the entrance to the Sect. Now, Fang Ruo's leap off the cliff was to enter the Sect.

Since Ding Fan was still not clear about the situation inside the Peach Blossom Female Sect, he did not venture in, instead waiting outside with Mu Zi.

As time slowly passed, Ding Fan and Mu Zi waited outside for about two hours, yet Fang Ruo still had not emerged.

"Brother Fan, I'm worried something might have happened to that woman," Mu Zi said nervously. "She's been gone so long; she should have returned by now."

Ding Fan pondered for a moment. "Let's wait a little longer here," he said.

The two waited for another half-hour, but still, Fang Ruo's figure was nowhere to be seen.

By now, Ding Fan was no longer prepared to continue waiting. He immediately pulled Mu Zi to his side, shook his right hand, and the Flying Sword was immediately summoned. Ding Fan and Mu Zi both stood atop the Flying Sword.

"Swift!" Ding Fan pinched a Magical Technique with one hand, and the Flying Sword swiftly took off.

Mu Zi had been with Ding Fan the longest, but this was her first time seeing him control the Flying Sword, and also her first time riding it. At this moment, she was full of excitement.

After all, how many people would never get to see a Flying Sword in their lifetime, let alone ride one...

Ding Fan directly controlled the flying sword, with his Divine Sense fully active, as he charged towards the cliff below.

After descending about ten meters, Ding Fan used his Divine Sense to locate a mountain gate concealed by a Concealment Formation.

This low-rank Concealment Formation could deceive others, but it had no effect on Ding Fan, who immediately made a beeline for the mountain gate with his sword flight.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Just as Ding Fan was about to reach the mountain gate, a succession of beams suddenly shot towards him.

Ding Fan didn't dare to be careless; these were clearly beams from Artifacts of Attack—if they were to hit him, survival would be unlikely. Ding Fan immediately maneuvered his flying sword to dodge, and although a salvo of beams came down, none managed to harm him.

"Who dares to intrude on the Peach Blossom Female Sect!" A piercing voice called out at this moment.

Upon hearing the voice, Ding Fan stabilized the flying sword in midair and faced the mountain gate.

"I am Zhou Ruoran's husband. I'm here to find my wife, Zhou Ruoran," said Ding Fan, standing with his hands behind his back, neither servile nor overbearing.

"Zhou Ruoran?!"

At the mention of the name, a rotund figure appeared right in front of Ding Fan.

It was an extraordinarily ugly woman; not only was she fat, she also had exceptionally small eyes, a large head with big ears, and her thick eyebrows seemed to frame two tiny black beans.

After the woman appeared, she scrutinized Ding Fan up and down, and her gaze eventually settled on the flying sword that he was controlling beneath his feet.

Flying swords were treasured items. In the Ancient Martial World, although there were legends about flying swords, no one had ever truly controlled one.

The woman's eyes lit up at the sight of the flying sword.

In the fat woman's view, Ding Fan was young, and if he could achieve sword flight, it certainly must be due to the flying sword being a Magic Artifact.

The chubby woman did not believe that Ding Fan, at his young age, could have attained the skill for sword flight—a feat not even her master, the Sect leader, could achieve.

Swish...

The plump woman's figure suddenly moved, and the longsword in her hand sliced through the air aiming a thrust directly at Ding Fan's throat.

Ding Fan frowned, as he had not expected that after declaring his affiliation, she would still suddenly attack him.

Moreover, by this move, it was clear to Ding Fan that she was an assassin!

Although the fat woman went too far, Ding Fan did not wish to harm her. Regardless of her behavior, she was Zhou Ruoran's Sect sister, which meant that from that perspective, Ding Fan felt the need to show restraint.

With a swift sidestep, Ding Fan easily dodged her stabbing sword.

The rotund woman's strike missed, but her longsword was relentless. She leaped forward, weaving a Sword Blossom with her right hand and aiming directly at several of Ding Fan's vital points.

Ding Fan's eyebrows knitted together.

He had been tolerant because she was Ruoran's Sect mate, but the fat woman was pushing her luck, continuously trying to kill him.

Ding Fan dodged several consecutive strikes, but she showed no signs of stopping.

Now irate, Ding Fan lifted his foot in the moment the woman attempted another stab and kicked the bulky figure, sending her flying.

Bang!

The hefty woman crashed into a large tree and collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

"You... you dare to be so presumptuous in the Peach Blossom Female Sect! All disciples, heed my command—kill him!" the fat woman yelled angrily from the ground towards the mountain gate.

Following the fat woman's cry, over a dozen people charged out from within the mountain gate.

Ding Fan's brow furrowed. "I am Zhou Ruoran's husband. I came here to find my wife..."

"You're Zhou Ruoran's husband?" the fat woman cut off Ding Fan's words. "I'll tell you clearly that tonight Zhou Ruoran will be taken by that old man from the Myriad Poison Sect to become his bride. Zhou Ruoran would rather marry a doddering old man than marry you. You might as well be dead!"

Ding Fan's brows became deeply furrowed!

"Fat pig! People like you have the nerve to live, why should anyone else die?" Mu Zi suddenly stood out, speaking in a tone that suggested she was beyond anger.

"Fat pig? Who are you calling a fat pig?" the chubby woman's complexion instantly turned the color of liver.

Plump people, to begin with, didn't like to be compared to pigs, especially by another woman. Mu Zi's remark had successfully infuriated the fat woman!

"Cut them down for me!" The fat woman climbed up from the ground, grabbed her sword, and led a group of disciples charging towards Ding Fan and his companion.

Ding Fan could see that there was no getting through the mountain gate today without dealing with these minions. It was inevitable!

Ding Fan clenched his fists, his eyes filled with the excitement of battle.

"Brother Fan, let's take care of these trash first!" Mu Zi said beside him, her face full of anticipation.