Top-tier Unruly Master

"Who are you?" Jin Minchong looked at Ding Fan not far away, his face extremely grave.

Jin Minchong's cultivation was not weak, at Grade Eight of the Earth Level, he was absolutely a formidable presence anywhere, and yet Ding Fan had easily stopped him with a move.

How could someone who could stop him be an ordinary person?

"You should still remember Cheng Bufan," Ding Fan said indifferently.

Originally, Cheng Bufan had treated Jin Minchong like a brother, but later Jin Minchong had offended Cheng Bufan's junior sister while at Cheng Bufan's place, ultimately causing Cheng Bufan to be expelled from his sect.

This time, Ding Fan was accompanying Cheng Bufan to Yungang mainly to find this Jin Minchong.

When Jin Minchong heard the three words "Cheng Bufan," his complexion indeed became even more grave. "Cheng Bufan? ... I don't know who that is," he said.

Jin Minchong flatly denied knowing Cheng Bufan.

Ding Fan wasn't surprised at all; someone like Jin Minchong, in order to protect himself, would do anything.

"Die!"

Swish swish swish...

Suddenly, Jin Minchong fiercely shouted, and a series of Wind Blades directly enveloped Ding Fan and the servant behind him.

"Ah..." The servant closed his eyes immediately, terrified by the barrage of Wind Blades coming at him.

This servant had some knowledge; he knew that in such a situation, preserving his life was almost impossible.

Right when the swathes of Wind Blades were slashing toward them, Ding Fan grabbed the servant behind him in one motion, his figure flickered, and he directly dodged Jin Minchong's attack.

Ding Fan naturally understood why Jin Minchong suddenly wanted to kill.

Currently, they were still inside Changsheng, and it seemed that Jin Minchong still had some hold over that servant, so what Jin Minchong wanted most now was to kill that servant and then kill him, finally framing all of the crimes on him and the servant.

In fact, Ding Fan's thoughts were correct; Jin Minchong was indeed determined to do this.

After a series of missed Wind Blade attacks, Jin Minchong paused briefly, then his subsequent deadly moves were continuously unleashed upon Ding Fan.

At this moment, Ding Fan, in order to protect the servant behind him, couldn't fully utilize his maneuvers; he could only shuttle back and forth through the gaps in the opponent's attacks while carrying the servant.

The situation now was that Jin Minchong was completely unrestrained, fully utilizing deadly moves; killing Ding Fan or the servant—either would put Jin Minchong in a powerful position. Meanwhile, Ding Fan was somewhat constrained, thus he was quite passive for the time being.

Jin Minchong relentlessly attacked, but no matter how he struck, Ding Fan could always dodge composedly, which greatly astounded Jin Minchong.

After all, he was a high-level master of Grade Eight Earth Level, and even though Ding Fan had to protect someone, still, under his full-force assault, Ding Fan remained unbeaten.

At this moment, Jin Minchong began to panic. The commotion here was growing larger, and if the people of Changsheng showed up, with both witness and physical evidence available, he would really be at a disadvantage then.

Thinking of this, Jin Minchong suddenly pulled out a longsword from his storage ring.

The longsword was bright and shiny, with a blue glow emanating from the sword beam, clearly a very powerful treasure.

Without wasting words, Jin Minchong waved the sword in his hand and repeatedly aimed deadly strikes toward various vital points on both Ding Fan and the servant.

Once Jin Minchong took hold of a magic artifact, Ding Fan immediately found himself on the defensive, because being unable to completely dodge one move, even Ding Fan's chest was directly cleaved open by Jin Minchong, leaving a significant wound.

The reason Ding Fan was so desperately protecting the servant behind him was that, in order to arrest Jin Minchong inside Changsheng, they had to rely on that servant.

The more Jin Minchong wanted to kill that servant, the more crucial the information the servant held, and once the people of Changsheng arrived, that could indeed trap Jin Minchong.

Jin Minchong continuously attacked, but still could not manage to slay Ding Fan with a single sword stroke; Jin Minchong became increasingly anxious.

"Die!" Jin Minchong roared.

The longsword in Jin Minchong's hand emitted a dragon's roar; the roar was immensely powerful, causing the entire ground to tremble violently.

Jin Minchong was clearly enraged; at this moment, his goal was to completely slay Ding Fan and the servant.

At this time, Ding Fan, wounded and dragging a servant behind him, could hardly dodge under such a powerful strike; it was nearly impossible.

At this moment, Ding Fan felt extremely frustrated; being chased and attacked like this, never fighting back from start to finish, this was simply not in Ding Fan's character.

Ding Fan immediately protected the servant with one hand behind him, and with his other hand, instead of dodging, he directly faced the opponent's attack.

"Kid, you know nothing about death, daring to resist my Crimson Blood with your bare hands!" Jin Minchong was full of disdain.

The longsword in Jin Minchong's hands was a Grade Five Artifact of Attack called Crimson Blood. This sword had accompanied Jin Minchong for who knows how long, countless warriors of Ancient Martial Arts had died under this Crimson Blood.

At this moment, Ding Fan actually wanted to resist the opponent's longsword with one hand, and in Jin Minchong's view, Ding Fan was simply looking for death.

Whoo...

Jin Minchong's longsword in his hand emitted a sky-shaking roar before striking down in a blink of an eye.

"Kill!"

Ding Fan suddenly bellowed. A massive power surged towards the descending longsword.

Boom...

An ear-splitting noise immediately erupted, causing the entire ground to begin shaking violently.

Dust billowed, and for a moment, visibility inside the arena dropped sharply.

"How is this possible?" Moments later, as the dust settled and the situation inside the arena became clear, Jin Minchong stared in disbelief at his opponent.

In his imagination, the sword strike was supposed to cleave Ding Fan in two, bringing about his demise.

However, the imagined scenario did not occur; there stood Ding Fan, proudly, although there were a few bloodstains on his chest, he seemed almost unaffected.

To resist an Artifact of Attack at Fifth Grade with just one palm and yet to end up completely unscathed...

Jin Minchong's eyes were wide open; such an event, unless witnessed firsthand, would be impossible to believe. Yet, even seeing it made it seem unbelievable, but it really did happen right before his eyes.

Whoosh whoosh...

Just then, two figures approached rapidly from a distance, hurrying towards this location.

Clearly, the recent attack had caused a huge disturbance and had alerted the members of the Changsheng Residence.

Jin Minchong glanced at Ding Fan, his lips curling slightly. "Kid, care to leave a name?"

"Ding Fan," Ding Fan said calmly.

Jin Minchong nodded. "Ding Fan... I'll remember that. Rest assured, today's matter, I will settle it with you sooner or later..."

After speaking, Jin Minchong didn't look back and quickly flew towards the entrance of the Great Formation of Changsheng.

Jin Minchong chose to flee directly as he saw that things would soon blow up.

At this moment, Ding Fan stood with his hands behind his back.

After confirming that Jin Minchong had gone far, Ding Fan finally spat out a mouthful of blood.

Using his hands to withstand the opponent's Fifth Grade Artifact of Attack was simply an act of desperation. Although it seemed like an evenly matched fight, Ding Fan's internal energy was still thrown into chaos, and he suffered not insignificant internal injuries.

"My lord..." At this point, a servant hurried over to support Ding Fan.

If Ding Fan had not intervened, he would surely have died at the hands of Jin Minchong just now.

At this moment, Ding Fan quickly took out a pill and placed it in his mouth, then sat down cross-legged.

While Ding Fan was meditating cross-legged, the servant busily guarded him. Ding Fan couldn't concern himself with other matters; he had to focus entirely on healing.

Since his rebirth, this was the most severe injury he had incurred.

The meridians are the pathways for transmitting True Qi, and now that the meridians were damaged, it clearly affected his cultivation.

Injuries to the flesh could heal, but once the meridians were damaged, it was potentially fatal, and in severe cases, it could cause his cultivation to regress.

Ding Fan sat cross-legged, doing all he could to take advantage of the short time since the damage occurred to repair his injured meridians as much as possible.

Ding Fan's meridian damage was quite severe. He tried to repair the damaged meridians, but with his cultivation level, he was unable to do so.

In truth, not just Ding Fan but even cultivators in the Nascent Soul Stage would find it hard to repair their own meridians.

What Ding Fan could do now was to realign the misaligned meridians.

However, at that moment, Ding Fan suddenly noticed an odd phenomenon within his body.

Ding Fan found that his damaged meridians could gradually heal themselves, a situation he observed through Divine Sense within himself. Self-repairing meridians, such a thing was unheard of.

Ding Fan was somewhat disbelieving but after several continuous checks, he was sure he had not seen wrong. His meridians indeed could self-repair.

Ding Fan was utterly puzzled, not understanding why such an incredible thing would happen to him.

Then, an even more astonishing thing occurred; Ding Fan discovered a new channel of meridians within his body starting from his head and slowly extending to his dantian.

As soon as this meridian connected, Ding Fan clearly felt that his speed of absorbing Spiritual Energy was much faster than usual.

The meridians were originally pathways for transporting True Qi. Now that he had an additional meridian, it meant that Ding Fan could absorb Spiritual Energy several times faster than others.

At this moment, Ding Fan felt a surge of delight — he had not expected that through misfortune, he would gain an additional channel of meridians.