Top-tier Unruly Master

Chapter 2259: Chapter 2294: An Airship Like a Castle

This Sirius mark once saved his life in Evil Spirit Mountain and passed on the memories of two Evil Spirits to him. That was exactly what he most wanted. Now Ding Fan was very suspicious—was this Sirius mark formed from Beast Bone actually a living being with thoughts and a soul?

Otherwise, the Evil Spirit had tormented him for so long, yet it never came out to protect itself. Only after the Evil Spirit’s soul completely entered his own soul did it immediately emerge to suppress it?

And then it even absorbed and refined that Evil Spirit’s soul. But there was one thing that left Ding Fan somewhat confused: why didn’t that Sirius mark give him all of the Evil Spirit’s memories in one go? Why did it have to transmit them bit by bit?

Ding Fan couldn’t figure it out. The Sirius mark within his soul remained completely motionless, as still as a relief carved onto his soul.

Ding Fan sank his Divine Sense into that Sirius mark, silently focusing on it for over half an hour, but the Sirius mark seemed like a dead object, without the slightest reaction.

Ding Fan could only hesitantly start organizing the two sets of memories that had been transmitted to him earlier.

These two sets of memories were extremely complicated. The Evil Spirit had stolen that High Level Divine Skill, Shadowless Divine Skill, from his mind, then fused it with a True Insight known in legend as "Reflecting the True Essence." Only then could it conjure dozens of clones, each so real that even Sixth Level Experts of the Divine Realm couldn’t tell which one was the true body.

"Reflecting the True Essence!"

Ding Fan called out softly, his whole being and soul wildly excited. This True Insight was something only those at the Fifth Level of the Divine Realm could comprehend, yet he now had a detailed process for unleashing this Divine Skill. Although he did not understand the meaning of "reflection" in the transmitted memory fragments, he did have the detailed steps on how to integrate Shadowless Divine Skill and then release that Divine Skill.

It was like...

Ding Fan was an ignorant child, his body controlled by a master who executed a set of swordsmanship. The swordsmanship was so profound that the child could not grasp its meaning, but he clearly remembered every move and every detail...

Ding Fan didn’t need to feel the meaning of the Sword. He just needed to memorize by rote, imitate the master’s gestures and rhythm, and in the end he would be able to use this set of swordsmanship.

What is the purpose of understanding a True Insight?

Isn’t it precisely to use that True Insight to form powerful methods? Didn’t Crimson Flame comprehend a True Insight in order to use Heaven and Earth’s Momentum to suppress his enemies with martial force? And wasn’t Zhong Zhiqiang’s Fiery Truth ultimately meant to burn his enemies and protect himself from their attacks?

So Ding Fan felt that whether he could comprehend Reflecting the True Essence wasn’t important. What mattered was that he could use the Divine Skill that could unleash dozens of clones, and that even Sixth Level Experts of the Divine Realm couldn’t detect his Divine Skill!

As long as your Power can become stronger, whether you know Heaven Earth True Insight or not, even if your feeling is completely muddled nonsense, it doesn’t matter—the important thing is that your combat strength has improved.

Thinking of this, Ding Fan completely forgot about external matters and began focusing all his attention on the Evil Spirit’s memory fragments, memorizing every technique for using Shadowless Divine Skill. To be able to truly grasp it, he knew he had to first understand this set of techniques, then attempt to verify it, and finally see whether he could truly use that Divine Skill.

There was still some time before Ding Fan would reach his destination. He remained seated cross-legged, immersed in comprehension, while Zhong Zhiyong continued to control that gigantic coffin in flight. After being excited for a while, Crimson Flame once again began forcing the poison out from within his body.

They flew like this for nearly two days. Zhong Zhiyong examined the terrain, roused Ding Fan, and said, "Young Master, another half hour of flight and we’ll arrive at Pei City."

Ding Fan opened his eyes. He looked at Crimson Flame and asked, "Crimson Flame, are you feeling better?"

Crimson Flame nodded and said, "No big problem. I’ve pretty much driven out all the poison in my body, and my body has more or less recovered."

"That’s great!"

Ding Fan took out seven Spiritual Medicines from his ring and handed them to Crimson Flame, saying, "Here are seven Spiritual Medicines, each worth around forty to fifty million. Go sell them now, then first buy two things—something like a Ghost Mask to hide our identities. If you can find masks that even Sixth Level experts of the Divine Realm can’t see through, all the better. Also, contact the various trading firms—we’ll take a Super Airship from a major firm to Flying Cloud City."

Crimson Flame took those Spiritual Medicines. He had always been a lone wanderer, never joining any faction or family. The reason he was able to break through to the Sixth Level Realm of the Divine Realm was the Spiritual Materials left behind long ago by the Sirius elder, Ding Aohuang. So Crimson Flame was not wealthy. When Ding Fan casually took out Spiritual Materials worth hundreds of millions, he wasn’t surprised at all and accepted them without fuss.

He glanced at Zhong Zhiyong, and of course Zhong Zhiyong understood his meaning—that he was to guard Ding Fan properly.

"Whoosh~"

Crimson Flame shot out like an arrow, heading straight for Pei City. He had always worn a mask before; the ordinary Scout Cavalry could never detect the face behind his Ghost Mask. So as long as they didn’t run into experts above the Sixth Level of the Divine Realm from Taiwang Palace and the Zheng Family, Crimson Flame’s identity wouldn’t be exposed.

Ding Fan and Zhong Zhiyong found a concealed valley nearby. The coffin’s Protective Barrier remained active the whole time, so the passing Scout Cavalry couldn’t discover them at all.

Ding Fan continued to comprehend the Evil Spirit’s memory fragments. This Divine Skill was troublesome to use, and there were many parts Ding Fan hadn’t fully digested. He estimated it would take at least half a month to reach initial comprehension, and then another month or two of practice to master its use.

This was still Ding Fan’s optimistic estimate, and it was entirely possible that he would be unable to comprehend it at all. Even if he did, he might still be unable to use it. Nothing was certain yet.

As long as this gigantic coffin wasn’t in flight and only its Protective Barrier was active, it didn’t need constant True Yuan input. Zhong Zhiyong also started cultivating, restoring the Power and energy of his body’s True Yuan and returning himself to a Peak State.

Crimson Flame had been gone for a long time and only sneaked back after dark. He was wearing a green monster mask on his face, very similar to the Ghost Mask, but looking even more sinister and terrifying.

Zhong Zhiyong withdrew the Protective Barrier. When he went out, his eyes suddenly lit up. He nodded at Ding Fan and said, "This mask is good. When I probed it with my Divine Sense, it actually came out a bit blurry. I’d say only a Sixth Level Peak State expert of the Divine Realm would be able to see through it."

Crimson Flame flew over and handed Ding Fan and Zhong Zhiyong each a green mask, saying, "Young Master, this is a Qingmu Mask. It can block the probing of Samurai below the Peak Realm of the Divine Realm. Of course, if it’s a Sixth Level expert of the Divine Realm whose main cultivation is the Soul, then this mask won’t be of much use. This mask is very expensive—just one costs thirty‑eight million Black Obsidian."

"Good!"

Though thirty‑eight million was expensive, Ding Fan felt it was worth it. Crimson Flame took out two talismans and handed them to the two of them. "I’ve already found the merchant vessel. Tomorrow night we’ll board at the east of Pei City. It’s a large merchant ship of Spirit Dragon Hall, and it just happens to be passing through here. We can go straight to Flying Cloud City. The ticket price for one person is forty million Black Obsidian. Young Master, the remaining Black Obsidian is inside the talismans."

"You hold on to that Black Obsidian. It’ll be useful later."

Ding Fan waved his hand, thinking that his luck wasn’t bad at all. Spirit Dragon Hall was one of the Central Plains Eleven Royal Clans; riding a Super Airship of Spirit Dragon Hall would be much safer.

The three of them slept out in the fields and cultivated for another day. The next afternoon, after Ding Fan stored that giant coffin into his own Space Ring, he had Crimson Flame and Zhong Zhiyong carry him as they flew.

Yesterday, the three had gone to the riverside to wash up. Ding Fan had long since changed into a brocade robe, holding a folding fan in his hand, looking every bit the refined young lord.

Crimson Flame and Zhong Zhiyong had changed clothes as well, becoming two bodyguards. Ding Fan now looked even more like the Young Master of some major power.

They all wore Qingmu Masks, which made them appear quite mysterious. Crimson Flame did not unleash any Divine Soldier Pellets; they strode toward Pei City as if they were just there to sightsee, and in barely half an hour reached the eastern outskirts of Pei City.

It was nearly dark, and the merchant vessel of Spirit Dragon Hall had not yet arrived. However, some people had already been waiting outside the city for quite some time; they clearly were also planning to leave on the merchant ship.

The folding fan in Ding Fan’s hand swayed lightly. His head was slightly raised, his eyes filled with a rebellious gleam. He really did look like some Eldest Young Master from who‑knows‑which clan, one who didn’t know the immensity of Heaven and Earth.

As the sky grew darker, the number of people gathered outside the city had reached fifty or sixty. It seemed they were all here to board the Super Airship.

The blazing sun in the west slowly sank, leaving behind a strand of dark‑red light. The whole land was dyed a dim red by the flaming clouds.

"Chchch~"

From the western sky, a sound came from above. A black dot rapidly expanded, its speed astonishing. The sound grew louder, the black dot grew larger, and in no time at all, a Super Airship appeared before Ding Fan and the others.

"Hmm..."

Ding Fan and the others took one look and all three were shocked. This wasn’t an ordinary Super Airship—it was basically a castle suspended in midair.

An ordinary Super Airship was usually just over a hundred meters long, ten or so meters wide. But this Super Airship was several kilometers long and several hundred meters wide. It looked more like a colossal Monster. At this moment the sky was dark, the light dimly red, which made it all the more shocking.

This moving giant castle stopped outside Pei City’s east gate. On the deck stood a row of warriors in red Armor. When Ding Fan sensed them, his breath instantly filled with fear—they were actually all Fifth Level warriors of the Divine Realm.

A large Super Airship like this would have at least several hundred guards, and all of them were Fifth Level Experts of the Divine Realm. This showed how terrifying the Eleven Royal Families were. These were just the experts on a single merchant vessel, so how many Fifth Level Experts of the Divine Realm did Spirit Dragon Hall have in total? It was simply unimaginable.

"Whoosh!"

Five Fifth Level Experts of the Divine Realm flew down onto the deck, then landed and swept their gazes over everyone. After that, one of them called out in a deep voice, "Those boarding the ship, hand over your boarding talismans."

A talisman appeared in Crimson Flame’s hand. Ding Fan and Zhong Zhiyong also took out their talismans. Crimson Flame walked over and handed them in. One of the Fifth Level experts took a look at them, then returned the talismans to Crimson Flame, and waved expressionlessly. "Go up."

Crimson Flame and Ding Fan flew up onto the deck together. All three of them wore Qingmu Masks, but none of the guards cared. Many of the soldiers didn’t even glance at them.

A man who looked like a steward waved his hand and said, pointing out directions, "Go to cabin seventy‑one. Don’t cause trouble or use force on the merchant ship. Other than the second and third floors, you can move freely on the first floor. The ship has Cultivation Rooms, an auction room, taverns, brothels, and so on, but everything requires payment in Black Obsidian."

After that steward finished explaining to everyone, Ding Fan was led by a guard to cabin seventy‑one. They walked for a short while before arriving. Ding Fan went in and took a look; he found it was just a cramped little room, only big enough for three people to sleep and cultivate in.

Ding Fan didn’t mind, but Crimson Flame awkwardly explained, "Young Master, I didn’t expect the room to be this small. They do have VIP rooms, but the price doubles, so..."

"It’s fine!"

Ding Fan had never been one to care about luxury. Having a private room was enough. He asked curiously, "I can understand what a tavern is—that’s a place to eat and drink. What are brothels for?"

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