Top-tier Unruly Master

The man with the square-shaped face spoke gravely about the Ghost Warrior.

Ding Fan could tell that the square-faced man believed his earlier talk of secret techniques, which is why he was willing to reveal the matter of the Ghost Warrior.

With his main soul locked, a martial artist's life was firmly in the hands of another; for the square-faced man to speak of the Ghost Warrior's matter took considerable determination.

"Do you know where Jin Minchong is?" Ding Fan asked.

The square-faced man thought for a moment, then slightly shook his head. "I don't know Jin Minchong."

"You're lying, believe it or not, I can just kill you right now," said Cheng Bufan, stepping out of the woods at that moment.

"I really don't know... If you want to kill me, just do it," the square-faced man replied as he closed his eyes.

Cheng Bufan's face showed annoyance. His right hand flicked, and a longsword appeared in his grasp. "Do you really think I wouldn't dare?"

"Big brother, I think he might not be lying," Ding Fan interjected, walking over and pulling Cheng Bufan back just as he was about to take action.

Since the square-faced man was able to talk about the Ghost Warrior, it was natural for him to have no reserves about the matter of Jin Minchong.

Cheng Bufan glanced at Ding Fan, then slowly lowered the longsword in his hand.

Without further ado, Ding Fan casually pulled out a Second Grade Foundation Building Pill from his storage ring. "Take this pill first."

After he finished speaking, Ding Fan tossed the Foundation Building Pill into the square-faced man's hand with a flick of his wrist.

Ding Fan's technique was impressively elegant; the pill seemed to be carried over by an invisible hand and landed smoothly in the square-faced man's palm.

The square-faced martial artist was taken aback; he hadn't expected that not only would the other party not kill him, but they were now giving him a pill.

Without delay, the square-faced man picked up the pill and after a thorough inspection, he was even more astonished to see that it was indeed a Second Grade Foundation Building Pill.

The square-faced man had seen the world; any pill above Second Grade was a treasure, and Ding Fan had generously given him such a pill just like that.

This gesture was incredibly magnanimous.

Ding Fan had given the square-faced man the Foundation Building Pill for no other reason than...

Though the square-faced man was sent by the Ghost Warrior, Ding Fan still sensed a genuine and elder-like demeanor from him.

With one's main soul controlled and being forced to do unwilling deeds was an inevitable plight.

The square-faced man hesitated, but eventually, he swallowed the Foundation Building Pill given to him by Ding Fan. Upon swallowing it, he immediately felt a warm current coursing through his body. The pain from his broken leg was alleviated significantly, and the chaotic inner strength within his body stabilized.

A true treasure... a Second Grade Pill!

"Do you know where Changsheng is?" Ding Fan asked after the square-faced man had taken the pill.

The square-faced man nodded. "I do know where Changsheng is, but I advise you it's better not to go there."

Perhaps it was because Ding Fan had gifted the pill, the square-faced man now spoke to Ding Fan with a bit more courtesy.

"That's not a problem, just tell me where Changsheng is," Ding Fan responded, "and leave the rest to us, we will take care of it."

Seeing Ding Fan's determination, the square-faced man spoke. "Changsheng is deep in the mountains on the western outskirts of Yungang. Decades ago, there used to be a village there, but it was all wiped out by the Ghost Warrior. It's now a wasteland of rocks... Because the entrances are all set with formations, it's very hard for anyone who is not well-versed in formations to find anything at Changsheng's place."

Ding Fan nodded.

This person controlling the Ghost Warriors was indeed ruthless, willing to slaughter an entire village just to obtain a place to hide...

"One last question, why were you tracking my sworn brother, Cheng Bufan..." Ding Fan asked.

"The master has decreed that any Martial Artist above Earth Level Fifth Grade entering Yungang must be tracked by us..."

Ding Fan, upon hearing this from the square-faced man, nodded in understanding.

Since the square-faced man had even disclosed the matter about the Ghost Warriors, it seemed unlikely he would conceal anything regarding the tracking of Cheng Bufan—it appeared the only reason for the tracking was Cheng Bufan's cultivation at or above Earth Level Fifth Grade.

The Magic Artifact concealing Ding Fan's cultivation had undergone further evolution. Ding Fan was now only displaying cultivation at around Earth Level First Grade, hence the other party had not taken any notice of him.

"Alright, you can go," Ding Fan said to the square-faced Martial Artist.

"What? You're letting me go?" the square-faced man said in disbelief.

Ding Fan nodded. "You're free to go."

This square-faced man was not of a treacherous nature, so Ding Fan had never intended to take his life.

Seeing that Ding Fan was indeed letting him go, the square-faced man slowly propped himself up and stood.

Ding Fan said, "Only the three of us know about today's affairs. My sworn brother and I won't tell anyone else what you've said today. As for the matter of your broken leg, just find an excuse for it..."

At this moment, the square-faced man clasped his fist and said, "Thank you for your mercy..."

Ding Fan nodded and didn't say much more.

"However, my two friends, I still have something to tell you both. I advise you to leave Yungang as quickly as possible. Within a month, something major will happen in Yungang. And Changsheng, I strongly advise against going there; that's the master's stronghold. There, just the number of Martial Artists above Earth Level is in the dozens. Going there would only lead to certain death," the square-faced man said to Ding Fan.

"Thank you for the warning," Ding Fan replied.

After saying his piece, the square-faced man limped away, using the Longsword as support and heading into the distance.

"I have a feeling that Jin Minchong is definitely in Changsheng," Cheng Bufan commented, watching the square-faced man's retreating figure.

Ding Fan also slowly nodded in agreement.

Originally, Ding Fan had learned the information about Changsheng through the Soul Capturing Technique from the Mustached Man. Since the Mustached Man had mentioned Changsheng and now it had been confirmed as a location, it seemed highly likely that Jin Minchong would be there.

"Big brother, the situation is getting quite complicated. I think we should take it step by step," Ding Fan advised on the side.

As the square-faced man had clearly indicated earlier, Changsheng was a stronghold of the Ghost Warriors, and the place was currently teeming with dozens of Earth Level Martial Artists. Even if Ding Fan and Cheng Bufan were formidable fighters, how many could they actually take down?

Cheng Bufan naturally understood what Ding Fan meant and nodded in agreement.

After a brief pause, the two brothers hurried back to the Yungang Urban Area. After all, they still needed to find a place to stay.

"Benefactor? It really is you, I thought I was seeing things!" Just as Ding Fan and his companion were looking for a hotel to check in, an elderly voice came from behind them.

Turning around, the two saw the speaker was the very Elder whom Ding Fan had saved on the train...