Top-tier Unruly Master

Cheng Bufan said, "As for the specifics of this Peiyuan Stone, I don't know. When the sect leader returned from outside, he entrusted this treasure to me. At the time, he only told me the treasure was incredibly precious and that I must guard it well."

Ding Fan nodded, "Then, is there anyone else who knows where this Peiyuan Stone is placed?"

Cheng Bufan decisively replied, "The Peiyuan Stone was entrusted to me by the sect leader; how could I possibly let a third person know about it? Only I know where it's placed."

Ding Fan frowned, "If you were the only one to place it and nobody else knew, how did Jin Minchong get his hands on this Peiyuan Stone?"

Cheng Bufan shook his head, "I've never been able to figure it out. The sect leader also unleashed his fury over the Peiyuan Stone's unexpected disappearance..."

At this moment, Ding Fan felt that the matter at hand was becoming increasingly unusual. Subtly, it seemed that there was a major affair hidden beneath it all.

First, the Peiyuan Stone of Quanzhen Xuanmen was stolen. Then, Cheng Bufan was expelled from the sect. Following that, Changsheng's Obsidian was involved, and now a Bian Zhimu had appeared.

Ding Fan thought for a while but couldn't come to a clear understanding. In the end, he decided to visit the middle-aged men's lair in Yungang.

After discussing with Cheng Bufan, the two set off directly.

Following the information given by the middle-aged men, it didn't take long for them to arrive outside a villa in the north of the city.

Ding Fan barely waited before using his Divine Sense to inspect the inside, and he discovered that the people within had long since gone, seemingly having moved away early. However, from some spider silk clues in the room, it was clear that the previously residing people were likely martial artists.

With no one on this side, Ding Fan decided to make a trip to Changsheng.

Right now, what Ding Fan wanted to know most was the exact relationship between Bian Zhimu and Bian Zixuan, and to inquire about the origin of the Peiyuan Stone.

From what he could tell, all events were revolving around this Peiyuan Stone, and perhaps the person who could unravel this answer was Zixuan herself.

After making up his mind, Ding Fan immediately set forth.

Having been to Changsheng once before, the journey was even more familiar this time, and with their swift movement techniques, they quickly made their way into the forest.

"Uncle Bian Wu, it seems your mouth is still quite firm. But do you think it can be tougher than my blade?"

"Actually, I really know nothing, and giving me a hard time won't be of any use," Uncle Bian Wu said pleadingly.

...

Not far into the forest, Ding Fan and Cheng Bufan heard the sound of two people talking.

Ding Fan and Cheng Bufan immediately followed the sound and soon found two people in a clearing not far away.

One of the men, wearing a mask and wielding a blade, stood imposingly.

Across from the masked man, Uncle Bian Wu stood bloodied, with his hand covering his chest, apparently suffering from a significant internal injury.

Ding Fan didn't rush to intervene, preferring to see what was happening first. He and Cheng Bufan hid behind a nearby boulder.

"Uncle Bian Wu, what's the use of stubbornly resisting for the sake of a young girl?" After speaking, the masked man horizontally brandished his long blade.

Uncle Bian Wu involuntarily retreated two steps.

"The thing is I really don't know. Please, don't kill me, I'm just a small fry. Killing me won't be of any use to you," pleaded Uncle Bian Wu.

"You've been with Old Master Bian for the longest time, and in the Bian Family, you have the highest seniority. Before Old Master Bian went mad, he definitely would have told you about the Peiyuan Stone," the masked man said, his expression grim.

"I'm not the heir to the Bian Family, how could the old master possibly tell me..." Uncle Bian Wu begged for mercy. "If you really want to know, you should ask Zixuan directly, she's the heir to the Bian Family."

"Zixuan knows nothing about the Peiyuan Stone. If she did, how could she possibly give it to an unrelated boy?" the masked man said coldly.

"You know that boy took the Peiyuan Stone, and even if you do learn of its use now, it's no use. That boy is very powerful; he subdued the old master after his madness..." Uncle Bian Wu hadn't finished his words when the masked man snorted coldly, "Taking back that Peiyuan Stone will be as easy as reaching into a bag. Uncle Bian Wu, if you continue to beat around the bush with me, don't blame me for being impolite."

After saying this, the masked man deliberately paused. "I once did an experiment where I stripped a living person down to their bones with a knife in less than thirty seconds. The person's flesh was gone, but their heart was still beating, and they were still conscious..."

"You... you can't..." Uncle Bian Wu listened with a face full of terror. "Even if you kill me, I really don't know the secret of the Peiyuan Stone..."

Seeing Uncle Bian Wu respond in such a manner, the masked man chuckled softly. "Good, even if you don't talk, I will naturally uncover the secret of the Peiyuan Stone. Today I'll use you to practice my blade skills and see if this time, I can break through to within twenty seconds..."

After finishing his words, the masked man, holding the long blade, walked straightforwardly towards Uncle Bian Wu.

Uncle Bian Wu couldn't help but stagger backwards.

"**** it, can a grown man like me really be scared to death? I'll fight you!" Uncle Bian Wu suddenly exploded in anger.

He swiftly pulled out a short blade from within his clothes and hurled it at the masked man.

Clang...

The masked man easily knocked the dagger away with his blade.

"Struggling in vain?" the masked man said with a cruel smile. "It will be most thrilling... to carve you into a skeleton while you're still conscious."

After saying that, the masked man's figure suddenly blurred, and he directly kicked Uncle Bian Wu to the ground.

Uncle Bian Wu frantically tried to get up from the ground, but at that moment, the masked man's foot was already on Uncle Bian Wu's chest, with the tip of his blade pressed against it.

"Let's start the countdown now, and see if I can flay you alive within twenty seconds..."

"You bastard, may you never die a good death, fuck your mother's eggs!" At this point, Bian Laowu was ready to risk it all and loudly cursed at the masked man.

"Then die!" The masked man's long knife slashed directly toward Bian Laowu's chest.

Bian Laowu at that moment closed his eyes resignedly.

Uncle Bian Wu was ready to face death now, for there were no others in this deep mountain, and the day's events seemed destined to end in death.

However, just at that moment, a strong gust of wind roared in and struck with force.

Although Bian Laowu was still lying on the ground, he could distinctly feel the wind generated by the Inner Strength blowing painfully against his face.

Bian Laowu suddenly opened his eyes, and when he saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but feel astounded,

At some point, Ding Fan and another man had appeared in front of him, and the masked man had been forced back more than ten steps away.

"Young brother... save me..." Upon seeing Ding Fan, Uncle Bian Wu looked as though he had seen his savior.

Ding Fan smiled at Uncle Bian Wu, "Don't worry, as long as I am here, no one will take your life."

After saying these words, Ding Fan turned his head to look at the masked man opposite him.

It was the masked man who spoke first this time. "I haven't had the chance to look for you, but you came to me, seeking death. That's good, it saves me a lot of effort."

"Your boasting is first-rate. I hope the skill in your hands is as good as your mouth," Ding Fan responded.

"Then I'll let you die utterly convinced..." the masked man said, and with a flick of his long knife, his figure suddenly vanished from the spot.

The moment the masked man disappeared, a flash of the blade already appeared in front of Ding Fan.

The masked man's movement technique was indeed formidable, having reached in front of Ding Fan in just the blink of an eye.

Swish, swish, swish...

A series of slashes came one after another, and for a time Ding Fan was completely enveloped by the flash of the blade; even he had to admit that this masked man's Blade Technique was fast.

It could be said that Ding Fan had seen fast bladesmen, but definitely no more than three could be faster than this person.

Ding Fan continuously dodged; he weaved back and forth like a slippery eel under the shadow of the blade.

Uncle Bian Wu was stunned by the scene, the masked man's Blade Technique was faster than he could have imagined, but Ding Fan's movement technique was even more impressive. Under such a barrage of blades, he moved with ease.

"Come with me..." At that moment, Cheng Bufan grabbed Uncle Bian Wu's collar and quickly pulled him to the side.

Leaving Uncle Bian Wu in the arena would only cause trouble for Ding Fan, so Cheng Bufan thought it better to take him out and protect him there.

"Kid, it seems I underestimated you," the masked man said while his swift blade attacked relentlessly. "You've managed to hold on for quite a long time."

Ding Fan snorted coldly. "You didn't underestimate me, you simply overestimated yourself."

"You're seeking death!"

Irritated by Ding Fan's words, the masked man's swift blade furiously struck at Ding Fan's vital points.

Clang, clang, clang...

And as the masked man intensified his attacks, Ding Fan suddenly launched a counterattack, throwing Wind Blades that immediately sealed off the opponent's blade paths.

Ding Fan's True Qi was extremely powerful, and the launched Wind Blades were no less forceful. The masked man's swift knife clashed with Ding Fan's Wind Blades, and for a moment, he was shaken back again and again.

"That's all you've got..."

After driving the masked man back, Ding Fan stood with his hands behind his back, a look of disdain on his face.