Top-tier Unruly Master

How could this be possible?

The middle-aged man's eyes were wide with astonishment.

The aquatic creatures in this lake had been demonized by the obsidian for decades and had already formed a substantial threat; even Old Master Bian would find it impossible to enter and leave unscathed. Yet the young man before him, barely into his twenties, had managed to fight his way in and out.

"I have returned..." Ding Fan stepped onto the shore and stood before Bian Zixuan, saying with a smile on his face.

Bian Zixuan stared at Ding Fan in front of her, momentarily stunned.

At this moment, having shed the disguise from Duorou, it was evident that Ding Fan had reverted to his original appearance.

His face clean-cut and somewhat handsome, his bearing resolute and sunny... Bian Zixuan couldn't help but be captivated for a moment.

Seeing Bian Zixuan so entranced, Ding Fan couldn't help feeling a bit embarrassed and gently coughed.

It was then that Bian Zixuan realized her lapse and coughed lightly. "Brother Fan, your appearance?"

"Sister, it was my fault previously. When I first entered Changsheng, ignorant of what was auspicious or perilous, I transformed my appearance. This is my true face now," Ding Fan said. "I hope sister doesn't blame me."

Bian Zixuan shook her head slightly. "You were only protecting yourself. What do I have to blame you for? Brother Fan, did you find anything beneath the lake?"

Ding Fan nodded. "I have retrieved the obsidian."

"What? You mean to say you've got the obsidian? Then you... you... you haven't been demonized...?" The middle-aged man standing nearby, upon hearing that Ding Fan had obtained the obsidian, kept his distance from Ding Fan.

With her telekinesis, Bian Zixuan scanned Ding Fan, her usually composed expression revealing a trace of emotion. "Brother Fan, how did you achieve this? The obsidian seems to have had no effect on you whatsoever."

It must be known that the Bian family, for three generations, had been stationed here to guard these waters, preventing outsiders from approaching and being contaminated to avoid further demonization.

Despite three generations of effort, the Bian family had not managed to completely transfer and seal the obsidian. Now, a young man had accomplished it. What's more remarkable was that Ding Fan seemed entirely unaffected by demonization.

Ding Fan gave a faint smile. "It was just a few tricks."

The black lines on the face of the middle-aged man beside Bian Zixuan were evident. A few tricks were enough to secure the obsidian without being demonized...

Were those really just trivial tricks?...

"Sister, I have slain the Two-Headed Snake, the monstrous creature within the lake. Although the bottom of the lake still harbors some demonized beasts, they no longer form a threat. With a bit more time, the waters will be as they once were. As for the long contamination of these waters by the obsidian, I will prescribe a Pill Recipe later; I believe within five years, there won't be any trace of obsidian contamination here," Ding Fan said.

In the lake's depths, Ding Fan had used his Flying Sword in conjunction with Explosive Runes to ultimately slay the Two-Headed Snake. With the lake's monstrous beasts eliminated and the waters purified, it was only a matter of time.

"Brother Fan, thank you..." Bian Zixuan said gratefully to Ding Fan.

To guard a territory and prevent the spread of the obsidian's poison, the Bian family had spent three generations here. Now, with a single effort from Ding Fan, the situation with the obsidian had been completely resolved.

After five years, they could return to a normal life. Bian Zixuan's thank you was truly sincere and heartfelt.

"Brother Fan, from now on if you need anything, we Changsheng people will surely do our utmost to assist," she said.

Ding Fan gave Bian Zixuan a fist salute. "Likewise..."

This journey to Changsheng, although Ding Fan had come to capture Jin Minchong, unexpectedly led to acquiring this supreme quality obsidian. For Ding Fan, the gain was incredibly substantial.

As for helping Changsheng people solve a decades-old problem caused by the obsidian's poison, that was just a matter of convenience.

"I wonder if it's safe for you to carry that obsidian with you now." At this moment, that middle-aged man beside Bian Zixuan expressed his worry.

What the middle-aged man feared was naturally the possibility of the obsidian demonizing them. The most pressing concern for him was indeed this matter.

Ding Fan shook his head slightly. "The obsidian has already been safely sealed away; it shouldn't affect anyone else."

Before diving in, Ding Fan had refined a Jade Box designed specifically to hold the obsidian.

At the bottom of the lake, after slaying the Two-Headed Snake, Ding Fan directly stored the obsidian in the Jade Box, so it posed no danger whatsoever.

Beside him, Bian Zixuan used her Mental Power to scan Ding Fan. The obsidian's power was immense, not to be trifled with; hence, she couldn't afford to be careless.

After her investigation, Bian Zixuan indeed noticed that there were no traces of poisonous miasma from the obsidian on Ding Fan. From this, it was clear that Ding Fan had indeed safely secured the obsidian.

"Sister, this obsidian is enormously helpful for my cultivation. Since the obsidian is ultimately a treasure of Changsheng, may I ask for it from you, Sister?" Ding Fan inquired.

"Brother Fan, the obsidian was originally a bane to us of Changsheng, and since it was you who risked danger to salvage it from the lake bottom, its connection with Changsheng has long been severed. The obsidian now belongs to you, brother," said Bian Zixuan from the side.

Just as Bian Zixuan had said, the obsidian at the bottom of the lake had been nothing but a curse to the people of Changsheng. Now that Ding Fan had taken it away, it was nothing short of a blessing.

"Yes, you should take that obsidian away quickly," the middle-aged man next to them also urged Ding Fan eagerly.

The torment that the obsidian had brought them was not light; being able to remove it sooner rather than later was extremely good news for the middle-aged man.

Seeing their reaction, Ding Fan didn't say much. He simply took the obsidian for himself.

Now that the situation here was understood, Ding Fan prepared to return to Yungang, but he didn't choose to leave right away. He still intended to take the orbs and Mei Xian with him.

Ding Fan and a few others from the Bian family returned to the village. When he mentioned taking the orbs and Mei Xian back to the city, the middle-aged man was the first to shake his head.

"Those two have already been demonized by the obsidian. If you bring them back to the city now, and they truly go berserk, the consequences could be unimaginable," he said.

After the middle-aged man had spoken, the usually reticent Bian Zixuan also said, "Brother Fan, those two have been demonized. If we just go back like this, it's bound to affect the land and water of the area."

Ding Fan pondered for a moment, but ultimately decided to take the orbs and Mei Xian back with him.

When Ding Fan first came to Changsheng, Jiang Anbang had told him that a group of Koreans had gone missing nearby. And now, Jiang Anbang was still facing diplomatic pressure.

Although Jiang Anbang was nothing more than a sycophantic official, Ding Fan still needed to make use of him back in Yungang, which is why he decided to take the two people back.

"Sister, I can expel the toxic gases from their bodies," said Ding Fan casually.

"What? You mean to say you can expel the accumulated toxic gases of the obsidian from their bodies?" The middle-aged man, having heard Ding Fan's words, laughed as if it were the funniest joke in the world.

"I know you're amazing and very powerful, but there are some things you can't just brag about. Once the poison seeps into the body, there's no cure. If there really were a way to expel the poison, why would our ancestors go to the trouble of controlling so many people here with the Soul Control Technique?"

At this time, Bian Zixuan said nothing; she just looked at Ding Fan.

The toxic gas of the obsidian was extremely powerful; countless people had died from it. If the toxic gas could be expelled, the Old Master Bian wouldn't have died.

Ding Fan ignored their skeptical looks and said, "Sister, have your people bring those two here. Whether or not I can completely expel the toxic gas from their bodies, we'll know after trying, won't we?"

Bian Zixuan hesitated for a moment but finally nodded her head.

At that time, Ding Fan and Bian Zixuan were within the Taoist temple. In Changsheng, only the Bian family lived within the temple. Being permitted to move about in this Taoist temple was also a symbol of status in Changsheng.

Then the middle-aged man stood up and walked out of the room.

It must have been about twenty minutes later when the voice came from outside the door again.

"The two people you asked for have been brought over," the middle-aged man announced to Ding Fan.

As the middle-aged man finished speaking, the figures of the orbs and Mei Xian appeared, walking in from outside.

Before entering the room, the two were visibly nervous.

After all, being summoned in the middle of the night was terrifying for both of them. They had attempted to escape from Changsheng before, so being summoned now inevitably led them to overthink.

"Benefactor..."

As soon as Mei Xian entered the room and saw Ding Fan, she said in astonishment.

When they had been captured, Mei Xian had no news of Ding Fan, once believing that Ding Fan had long been dead.

At this moment, Mei Xian was astonished, and the orbs were even more shocked. Clearly, he had not expected to encounter Ding Fan here.

"Save us, please… As long as you're willing to save me, I'll give you anything you ask, please save me…" Upon seeing Ding Fan, the orbs, who had been a master of Korean boxing, suddenly fell to his knees, sobbing and pleading with Ding Fan.

At that moment, there wasn't a trace of the boxing champion in the orbs; he looked no different than a beaten dog.

"The people have been brought here, and now we're curious to see what you can do," the middle-aged man said from the side.

Ding Fan didn't pay any attention to the middle-aged man. He immediately pulled out a box of Golden Needles from his storage ring.

"The two of you, lie down on the ground…" Ding Fan spoke with indifference.