Top-tier Unruly Master

Gusu Qingwen didn't know how long she had cried before footsteps emanated from beneath the altar again.

Gusu Qingwen's face had once again turned as cold as frost. She dressed herself as quickly as possible, and only after Gusu Qingwen had finished dressing did Ding Fan slowly ascend from beneath the altar.

"You should die... I said, if you touched me, I would kill you!" Gusu Qingwen said coldly to Ding Fan.

"It was my fault. If you can kill, then kill," Ding Fan said indifferently as he stepped onto the altar.

Since he had already acted, Ding Fan wouldn't be afraid. Not being afraid to bear the consequences wasn't in Ding Fan's nature—he acted without regret; if he regretted, he wouldn't have done it!

Gusu Qingwen was momentarily stunned; she hadn't expected Ding Fan to be so brazen. After a slight hesitation, Gusu Qingwen said, "Do you think I won't kill you?"

Ding Fan didn't say anything more, directly tossing the Immortal Sword in front of Gusu Qingwen.

Gusu Qingwen's brow furrowed slightly, seeing that Ding Fan truly did not fear death.

Gusu Qingwen abruptly grabbed the Immortal Sword, and Ding Fan immediately turned his back to her.

Holding the Immortal Sword tightly in her hand, Gusu Qingwen was momentarily unsure what to do.

Should she really kill the man before her? Gusu Qingwen asked herself in her heart.

She had been influenced by the Fragrance Stone, temporarily bewildered. It was she who had continuously teased Ding Fan. Moreover, if she could be entranced by the Fragrance Stone, why couldn't Ding Fan?

Thinking this, Gusu Qingwen remembered the way Ding Fan had protected her all this journey.

When facing the Horned Tiger, Ding Fan had risked his life to save her. After he had gained Divine Sense, he had no intention of abandoning her.

One could say if Ding Fan were truly a rake, he would have had plenty of opportunities; he didn't need to take advantage of her now.

Gusu Qingwen gave a bitter smile.

Initially, Gusu Qingwen had thought her man would be a great hero between heaven and earth, her ideals were plump, but reality had played such a big joke on her.

The man who took her virginity was just an ordinary man who couldn't be more ordinary.

For a moment, Gusu Qingwen felt she was the most laughable person in the world, having solemnly vowed in the beginning, yet in the end, she had given her first time to a mortal...

"You can go..." Gusu Qingwen tossed the Immortal Sword aside, then spoke to Ding Fan.

Ding Fan was stunned; he hadn't expected Gusu Qingwen to actually let him go.

Tears were on Gusu Qingwen's cheeks at that moment.

Ding Fan didn't mind if others confronted him harshly, but he couldn't bear it when they took a softer approach.

"You can be my woman in the future," Ding Fan said lightly to Gusu Qingwen.

This was Ding Fan's promise.

Upon hearing Ding Fan's words, Gusu Qingwen laughed as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Be your woman?" Gusu Qingwen looked at Ding Fan. "Do you know what kind of man I aspire to be with?"

Ding Fan just quietly watched her.

"The man I aspire to. He must be a hero between heaven and earth, admired by thousands... Do you think you are?"

Ding Fan pondered for a moment, then said, "Perhaps not now, but one day, I will make it happen."

Gusu Qingwen glanced at Ding Fan twice.

His expression was very resolute at the moment. His eyes were even more determined.

If it were anyone else speaking the words Ding Fan had just said, Gusu Qingwen would definitely have thought that person was bragging, but for some reason, when these words came from Ding Fan, she didn't think he was bragging at all.

Moreover, the profile of Ding Fan carried an extremely charming heroism at that moment.

"You really are a bragger. You're just a mortal; do you think you can achieve more than those disciples from the Immortal Sects?" Gusu Qingwen slowly composed herself and spoke to Ding Fan.

Although Ding Fan spoke with confidence, Gusu Qingwen truly didn't believe he could achieve it. After all, the gap between them was too vast.

"Here are two Medicine Pills, one is for restoring telekinesis, and the other is for healing wounds..." Ding Fan spoke as he tossed two porcelain bottles to Gusu Qingwen.

Both bottles of Medicine Pills were refined by the Ancient Demon Lord. Ding Fan had been kicked away by Gusu Qingwen earlier, and he had taken that moment to search through the treasures of the Ancient Demon Lord. Initially, he was just looking for some healing Medicine Pills, yet in the end, he found such Pills.

"I believe we will meet again in the future," Ding Fan said as he turned to leave, but when he reached the steps of the altar, he suddenly stopped.

"Three years from now, let's meet here again," Ding Fan said, then his figure flickered and he vanished from the altar.

"Also, my name is Ding Fan... remember my name...

Gusu Qingwen looked at the spot where Ding Fan had disappeared, then glanced at the two Medicine Pill Bottles he had thrown to her.

What Ding Fan said about meeting in three years was a promise. Although Ding Fan didn't say it, Gusu Qingwen, as smart as she was, knew he wanted her to see in three years whether he would be the man she aspired him to be.

Gusu Qingwen sighed softly.

Although Ding Fan's spirit was commendable, the reality was too vast—a disparity from the Mortal Realm to the Immortal Realm. Even if Ding Fan were to strive harder, he couldn't possibly reach her expectations within three years...

"Ding Fan…" Sad and contemplative, Gusu Qingwen held the Medicine Pill Bottle and murmured...

Ding Fan breathed out deeply as he left the Dire Straits Palace of the Ancient Demon Lord.

From this trip to the Dire Straits Palace, Ding Fan definitely reaped a huge bounty, collecting ten thousand Crystal Blocks and a large quantity of the Ancient Demon Lord's Medicine Pills. These items alone constituted a considerable fortune. Ding Fan did a quick calculation and realized he could now be considered wealthy.

Those Crystal Blocks, even the Great Gate Sects of the Cultivation World might not possess them.

Having left the Dire Straits Palace, Ding Fan then made his way to the Desperate Forest. At this moment, Ding Fan wasn't worried about lacking Divine Sense, having taken a Medicine Pill to restore it. He was now navigating through the Desperate Forest with ease.

As for the Illusory Array within Desperate Forest, Ding Fan wasn't concerned. While he was in the Dire Straits Palace, he had already found the exit to Desperate Forest. He was confident he could locate it again.

Ding Fan ran towards the exit and even made some marks along the way, doing so out of concern that Gusu Qingwen might not be able to make it out.

With the location of the exit known to him, it took Ding Fan just half a day to escape the Desperate Forest.

Upon exiting the Desperate Forest, Ding Fan discovered that he was in the same place where Gusu Qingwen and Nan Gongling had dueled earlier.

"Who's there? How did you end up here?" Just then, a voice suddenly came from nearby.

Ding Fan looked in the direction of the voice and saw two young men in flowing white robes floating towards him.

"A passerby."

The cultivation levels of the two men in white were terrifyingly powerful, and from their attire, it seemed likely they were from the Immortal Sect, the same as Gusu Qingwen.

"A passerby?" One of the white-robed men frowned slightly. "This is the passageway between the Immortal Realm and the Mortal Realm. Tell me, how did you just pass through?"

The other white-robed man drew out his Immortal Sword at once. "For trespassing into the Immortal Sect, there's only one way out—death!"

Ding Fan furrowed his brows.

These disciples of the Immortal Sect were truly overbearing, demanding his life without awaiting any explanation.

"I am a mortal, but that doesn't mean I will let you slaughter me without question. If you wish to take my life, come and try!" Ding Fan stared solemnly at the man in white opposite him.

"This kid really has no idea about death, daring to challenge us." One of the men in white said as he positioned his Immortal Sword horizontally. "Let me take your life then. You can take pride in being personally dispatched by a disciple of the Immortal Sect. Not everyone receives this treatment."

Ding Fan's expression was grave yet he did not utter another word. Despite the high cultivation of his opponents, Ding Fan was not frightened. Even if he was at a disadvantage, he was determined to at least inflict a serious wound on them.

Just as tension reached a peak between them, a white figure gracefully appeared in front of the two men in white.

"Sister Gusu Qingwen"

"Sister Gusu Qingwen"...

The two encountered Gusu Qingwen and hastily greeted her with great respect.

Despite the bloodstains on Gusu Qingwen, her transcendent aura merely from standing there emitted a coldness that seemed to say, 'strangers keep out'...

"What's going on?" Gusu Qingwen asked the two young men in an indifferent tone.

"Sister Gusu Qingwen, there's a mortal here who somehow arrived at the passageway between the Mortal and Immortal Realms. We were about to execute him," one of the men in white said matter-of-factly.

"Forget it... let him go," Gusu Qingwen said, still devoid of emotion.

Ding Fan was stunned; he hadn't expected Gusu Qingwen to intercede on his behalf...

"But... Sister Gusu Qingwen, this person..."

The young man wanted to say something else, but Gusu Qingwen shot him a glance. "What? Are my words not authoritative enough?"

"Of course, Sister's words are law..." At that moment, the other man in white quickly stepped in to pull back the young man who was speaking.

"Sister's words are indeed law."

"You two leave. I will deal with this mortal," Gusu Qingwen told the two young men.

"Yes! Sister." The two seemed somewhat intimidated by Gusu Qingwen and dared not utter a sound as they quickly retreated.

"Thank you..." After the two young men withdrew, Ding Fan said to Gusu Qingwen.

Whoosh... With a flick of her hand, Gusu Qingwen sent a white shadow shooting towards Ding Fan.

Ding Fan caught it instinctively and upon Opening it, he was startled to see it was the same Immortal Talisman he had obtained earlier.

"You may leave!" Gusu Qingwen said before turning around to walk away.

Ding Fan watched her retreating figure and after a moment of thought, he spoke, "Don't forget our three-year agreement."

Gusu Qingwen didn't turn her head and continued until she disappeared from Ding Fan's sight.

Ding Fan then looked at the Immortal Talisman and wondered why Gusu Qingwen would give it back to him at the last moment. Perhaps it was simply to avoid being reminded of him whenever she saw the talisman.

Three years... after three years.

Ding Fan now kept the Immortal Talisman safely.

Having made a promise, Ding Fan was determined to fulfill it. He disliked being looked down upon and in three years, he would definitely make Gusu Qingwen recognize who he was...

Three years later, see you then!