Top-tier Unruly Master

Lu Meiqi by his side, up until now, was completely dumbfounded by what she witnessed.

In just a moment, Ding Fan had slain an Earth Level strongman and scattered more than a dozen Human Level Martial Artists. Merely this level of combat ability was already extremely terrifying.

Lu Xueqi believed that even the old ancestor of the Lu Family might not have the cultivation that Ding Fan now possessed.

"Many thanks to the senior for lending a hand to rescue me. Previously, this disciple was shortsighted and failed to recognize the senior. I hope for the senior's forgiveness," Lu Meiqi came before Ding Fan with proper etiquette and greeted him with a martial artist's salute.

By now, Ding Fan could no longer continue pretending to be ignorant.

Ding Fan looked at Lu Meiqi and then said, "You're from the Dejiang Lu Family?"

Lu Meiqi nodded her head. But then, her face showed surprise, as if suddenly recalling something. "Could it be that the senior is the Uncle-Master?"

Ding Fan did not hide and simply nodded his head.

Lu Meiqi immediately knelt in front of Ding Fan. "Please forgive this disciple's shortsightedness; this disciple pays respect to Uncle-Master!"

Now, Lu Meiqi understood why Ding Fan possessed such profound cultivation—the person was none other than the genius of the Lu Family legend, the one who modified the Lu Family's Cultivation Technique.

What Lu Meiqi did not expect was that Ding Fan appeared so young. This was simply too incongruent with the image of an Uncle-Master...

Ding Fan nodded his head. Then he said, "Rise."

"Many thanks, Uncle-Master!" Lu Meiqi respectfully stood up as instructed.

"Since you are from the Lu Family, why were you willing to abandon the family ring so readily?" Ding Fan at this moment took out the storage ring that Lu Meiqi had previously given to him.

Lu Meiqi's eyebrows slightly furrowed as she spoke, "To report to Uncle-Master, my father, Lu Zhanliang, wanted me to marry the son of the Shuize Sect leader. That son of the Shuize Sect, whom I have inquired about, is nothing but a hedonistic tyrant with no evil deed undone. To marry such a man would be to push me into a pit of fire, would it not?"

Lu Meiqi continued with a frown, "Later, I staunchly refused and would absolutely not marry the son of the Shuize Sect leader, but my father then said that if I did not marry him, he would sever ties with me and expel me from the family..."

Hearing this, Ding Fan pondered for a moment. "Even if your father is incompetent, the old ancestor of the Lu Family surely cannot be so. If you sought her out and confided in her, I believe she would definitely resolve this matter well."

Ren Susu, the current patriarch of the Lu Family, also fled from her sect in the past due to love entanglements, so Ding Fan believed that Ren Susu would surely handle matters of the heart with clarity.

"Uncle-Master may not know, but our old ancestor has been in seclusion for more than a month, and she may not emerge from seclusion for another half year. The person currently in control of the Lu Family is Lu Zhanfei, my father's own brother... Nobody can make a decision regarding my situation."

After thinking it over, Ding Fan then said, "In that case, I will leave behind a letter for you. Hand it to your great uncle, and I think he will speak on your behalf once he receives the letter."

Ding Fan and Ruoran had suffered many hardships together, so seeing Lu Meiqi in this state, Ding Fan had the inclination to help her out.

"Uncle-Master is willing to help me?" Lu Meiqi's eyes widened in surprise.

Ding Fan nodded his head and then took out pen and paper directly from the storage ring, swiftly writing down a few words.

In the end, Ding Fan handed the note to Lu Meiqi who was beside him.

Lu Meiqi treasured the note as she put it away with great care.

Ding Fan then took out a Second Grade Foundation Building Pill. "Even if you give Lu Zhanfei this note, he might not necessarily believe it. Here is a Second Grade Foundation Building Pill. Once you hand this pill to your uncle, he will believe it."

Ding Fan's Alchemy had distinctive characteristics, and Lu Zhanfei would indeed be able to recognize this pill and associate it with Ding Fan.

"Many thanks, Uncle-Master..." Lu Meiqi once again knelt before Ding Fan with great reverence.

"Alright, I still have some matters to attend to, so I will take my leave." After saying that, Ding Fan did not pay further heed to the kneeling Lu Meiqi, and in the blink of an eye, he had already vanished from her sight.

Lu Meiqi lifted her head, looking at the direction where Ding Fan had disappeared. She looked again at the note and the pill that Ding Fan had given her.

"How fortunate... to have encountered Uncle-Master..."...

Ding Fan and Lu Meiqi left, continuing their journey deeper into the mountain forest.

However, along the way, Ding Fan did encounter several groups of martial artists. Nearly all of them were traveling in groups, and judging by their state, they seemed to have come to Qiu Mountain in search of the Iron Tree.

At this moment, Ding Fan was not keen on revealing his true identity, so he summoned Duorou and changed his appearance once again.

There were many people at Qiu Mountain now; who knew if he might encounter his enemies here?

Ding Fan traveled swiftly and soon arrived at the central area of Qiu Mountain.

There lay a vast expanse of the Primal Forest, uninhabited and wild. Along the way, Ding Fan had encountered a number of fierce birds and beasts. Just tigers and black bears alone, he had spotted several times, indicating that this place was rarely visited by humans.

Ding Fan had his Divine Sense fully extended, but upon arriving here, he sensed something different about a cave.

The cave stood against the mountain, its interior pitch-black and impossible to see clearly, but what made Ding Fan pay special attention was that his Divine Sense could not penetrate the inside of the cave.

At this point, Ding Fan felt a sense of difference. Places impervious to Divine Sense were rare, and discovering this cave here likely meant that there were some secrets within.

And just at that moment, two figures darted over.

The two figures came to a standstill in front of the cavern entrance, clearly sensing something extraordinary about it.

After they settled, Ding Fan could make out the appearance of the two people clearly.

They were two young women, cute and slender, and could indeed be considered beauties.

Ding Fan found them somewhat familiar, and quickly remembered he had seen them somewhere else before.

He couldn't recall their names, but Ding Fan remembered the two, as he had met them during his time at the Peach Blossom Immortal Sect.

Since Ding Fan had left the Peach Blossom Immortal Sect, some time had passed, and after coming back from the auction, he had obtained the Peach Immortal Sword. If Ruoran were to return to the sect, it would be to take the Peach Immortal Sword to the Peach Blossom Female Sect.

However, just as Ding Fan was wondering whether Ruoran was about to return from the Blossom Fairy Sect, an incredibly formidable and oppressive aura suddenly approached.

Ding Fan didn't need to see who it was, as he could tell from the person's aura that they were not to be taken lightly.

The individual's cultivation far exceeded Ding Fan's comprehension; in fact, that formidable aura could crush everything in its path. Even though Ding Fan had reached the Ninth Level of Qi Cultivation, he would only be able to await his death if he faced this person.

Whoosh... a figure appeared out of nowhere in front of both Ding Fan and the two women.

It was an old crone whose age could not be discerned. Her face was full of wrinkles, yet her eyes were sharp and shone with a faint blue light.

Ding Fan tensed up at that moment; such a formidable character could easily annihilate all life with a mere wave of her hand.

"Which one of you killed my disciple..." The old crone glanced at Ding Fan and the two martial artists beside him, her tone ice cold.

"Senior, we've just arrived here... Along the way, we've seen quite a few people, but we don't know what your disciple looks like or what they're called," one of the two women stepped forward and said.

The old crone pondered for a moment and said, "My disciple looks but a child of twelve or thirteen... yet her cultivation is incredibly heaven-defying... Have any of you seen my disciple?"

Ding Fan was taken aback at that moment.

The person the old crone was talking about - wasn't that the same bandit leader he had killed before?

Ding Fan hadn't expected that the bandit leader would have such a powerful master. Conservatively estimating the old crone's cultivation level, Ding Fan thought it had to be above the Heavenly Level.

This was the first time Ding Fan was truly facing a Heavenly Level martial artist.

It was he who had killed the old crone's disciple, but Ding Fan could only play dumb at this point; if the old crone found out, he likely wouldn't even have the chance to run before she struck him down.

"A twelve-year-old child…" The other woman among the pair pondered for a moment before speaking. "I remember hearing people say these past few days that a young child was robbing houses, and many treasures from ancient martial sects were stolen by them. Could it be that the thief is your disciple?"

The old crone's face grew dark, and a not-so-weak aura began to spread out.

Ding Fan was shocked inside; he hadn't thought that this disciple of the Blossom Fairy Sect would dare to speak so boldly, casually opening the old crone's old wounds. Having a disciple who was a thief was a face-losing matter for the master.

Ding Fan glanced at the girl, thinking that she must be a greenhorn to the ways of the world. Facing such a mighty martial artist as the old crone, yet daring to speak so recklessly, she truly did not understand the gravity of death.

"Beautiful lady... may I get to know you? I am Ye Fan from the Ye Family of Yanjing. Wondering if the lady might be interested in making my acquaintance," Ding Fan interjected, pretending to be a prodigal young master and strolled leisurely to the girl's side.

The woman who had spoken earlier saw Ding Fan approaching and scoffed. "A rich young master from Yanjing? But truly, you don't catch my eye at all."

After speaking, she directly kicked towards Ding Fan.

Ding Fan didn't dodge, and the kick landed squarely on his chest. He let out an "ouch" and fell straight to the ground.

"Beautiful lady… what… what does this mean… If we can't be friends, so be it, but why kick me…"

"To shut your flattering mouth…" The woman glanced at Ding Fan disdainfully and said.

Ding Fan gave a thick-skinned smile. "I wasn't flattering."

"You called me beautiful lady…"

Grinning, Ding Fan replied, "But you are a beautiful lady, I was just stating the facts. Could it be that I should not call you a beautiful lady, and instead call you an ugly monster..."

"You…" Seeing Ding Fan respond like this, the woman seemed ready to explode with rage.

However, when the woman was about to lash out at Ding Fan, her companion at her side held her back. "Junior sister, do not act rashly…"

At this juncture, Ding Fan wasn't at all concerned about the girl causing a ruckus. He was always very cautious, being watchful of the old crone's every move.

If the old crone really went mad, Ding Fan, along with the two women from the Peach Blossom Immortal Sect, would have no choice but to face death. The main reason why Ding Fan acted foolishly and provoked the woman was to signal to the old crone that they were just ordinary people and not the culprits responsible for the old crone's loss.

Indeed, after Ding Fan's performance, the old crone fell into contemplation...