Top-tier Unruly Master

Chapter 2263: Chapter 2298: Rebirth in Nirvana

Ling Wanru had been waiting for him outside the whole time. Today she was wearing a red long dress. It didn’t look overly revealing, but the dress was somewhat tight, outlining her full and exquisite body and those alluring curves. Her lips seemed to have been painted with rouge, showing an unusual shade of red. With her snow‑white skin and foxy features, she gave a powerful visual impact, an extremely stunning impression.

Near the corridor, out on the distant deck, many men were continuously staring at Ling Wanru, their eyes filled with greed and desire.

Ling Wanru ignored those gazes. She smiled like a fox, looked at Ding Fan and said, "Little guy, do you still want to keep cultivating for free? Hehe... I forgot to tell you I’ve already booked the Great Cultivation Room for a whole year. Doing that makes me very happy."

Ding Fan’s forehead darkened with metaphorical black lines. The overall commander of this ship was Ling Wanru’s maternal grandfather—did she really need to spend Black Obsidian Cloud to book it?

He wiped his wet hair and asked, "You’re going to drink again, right? No problem, this young master’s alcohol tolerance pierces the heavens. By the way, don’t call me little guy, that’s depressing. You can call me Young Master Fan."

"Young Master Fan?"

Ling Wanru lowered her head, then started laughing again. She shrugged and said, "Come with me. This time we’re not drinking. Of course, you can relax—I never force anyone to do what they don’t want to do."

"Alright."

Ding Fan thought for a moment, then nodded. He followed Ling Wanru as she flew up to the second floor and entered her cabin. Inside, it was still filled with delicious dishes and bottles of Blood Droplet Rose, with two maids kneeling there in attendance.

Ding Fan waved his hand, sending the two maids away. Then he took off his mask and, without saying a word, grabbed the delicious food on the table and started eating, as if this were his own home.

After eating dry rations for so many days, with such good food here, how could Ding Fan be polite with Ling Wanru?

Ling Wanru sat opposite Ding Fan, resting her face in her hands, smiling as she watched him eat and drink, without saying a word.

Ding Fan also ignored Ling Wanru. After he’d eaten and drunk his fill, he wiped his hands with a towel, then raised his head to look at Ling Wanru and said, "I’m so full. Miss Wanru, your turn now. As long as you don’t make this young master sell his body, whatever you want to do, just bring it on."

"Hehe~"

Ling Wanru’s long lashes trembled, her eyes curving into a crescent moon—standard foxy, seductive eyes. Her fiery red lips curved into a tempting arc as she said softly, "What if I want to buy your body? Will you sell it or not, Young Master Ding!"

"Young Master Ding?"

Ding Fan’s eyes suddenly narrowed, a cold light flashing within them, and killing intent surged up from inside him.

This Miss Ling Wanru actually did know his identity...

Knowing his identity had two layers of meaning. One was knowing that he was the Heir of Sirius and everything that had happened in Han City.

The second was that she only knew about what had happened over in Han City, but didn’t know he was the Heir of the Sirius Clan.

Ding Fan turned his head, deciding to test Ling Wanru. The killing intent on him gradually faded as he glanced at Ling Wanru and said, "Who are you calling Young Master Ding? Didn’t I tell you to call me Young Master Fan!"

"Hehe~~"

Ling Wanru laughed again. As she laughed, her whole body trembled slightly, her posture fluttering like a butterfly, appearing enchantingly graceful.

She laughed for quite a while before saying, "Young Master Ding Fan, I’m from the Spirit Dragon Hall. The Eastern Central Plains is the old site of our Spirit Dragon Hall. If I want to know who you are, I can definitely find your information in the Eastern Central Plains. What interests me now is, didn’t you and that coffin enter Evil Spirit Mountain? Why are you appearing on this airship?"

"Good, luckily she doesn’t know much!"

Ding Fan felt a bit relieved. Ling Wanru only knew about Han City and Evil Spirit Mountain, and didn’t know he was the Heir of the Sirius Clan.

He fell silent for a while. He didn’t answer her directly, but instead said quietly, "Everyone has their own secrets. I don’t want to tell you."

"Alright, I won’t force you."

Ling Wanru picked up the Blood Droplet Rose and started drinking. Her lips, already red and bright, now turned Blood Red, seeming to carry a different kind of allure.

Suddenly, she smiled again, as if comforting Ding Fan, and said, "You can relax. I won’t mention this to anyone else."

Ding Fan lightly waved his hand and said, "It’s fine. Even if you go and talk, it’s fine. I don’t care at all."

"Are you telling the truth? Do you really not care?"

Ling Wanru narrowed her eyes, as if she had really turned into a fox. Her gaze flickered as she said, "Aren’t you afraid someone will covet the treasures in that coffin? Aren’t you afraid people will ask how you came out of Evil Spirit Mountain? What if some expert comes looking for you and forces you to spill everything?"

Ding Fan picked up a cup of tea from the table, took a sip, and said leisurely, "Do you think I’d be afraid? Or do you think I should be afraid? Or do you feel I’ve given you a handle you can use against me? Want to use it to threaten me? Ling Wanru, this game is boring. Don’t make me think less of you. From childhood to adulthood, I, Ding Fan, have died many times, and I’ve killed many people. I’ve even been hunted down by countless others. Since I’m not afraid of death, what else would I be afraid of?"

Ding Fan’s voice was very gentle, with not the slightest fluctuation of emotion, yet his words carried a strange magic power that made whoever heard them believe without doubt.

Ling Wanru looked into Ding Fan’s clear eyes, eyes shining with confidence. The smile on her face froze; in that moment she felt somewhat ashamed.

After obtaining Ding Fan’s information, she had indeed been extremely excited, thinking to use it to intimidate Ding Fan into obeying her commands.

Just as she had said, she liked conquering men. When she saw arrogant men finally conquered by her, she would feel a sense of achievement. Or... only in that way could she feel the meaning of life, using it to numb herself.

Yet at this moment, she suddenly felt she was despicable. Ding Fan looked not yet twenty, definitely younger than she was, but this little fellow had already gone through trials, and he had two Sixth Level Experts of the Divine Realm serving as his servants. If it had been anyone else in his place, that person would have his nose in the air by now, going out every day to enjoy wine and women, making friends with beauties and reveling in life.

However, Ding Fan did not do that. He had shut himself alone in the Cultivation Chamber for twenty-five days, never coming out once. When she saw Ding Fan squatting in the corner eating dry rations, how could she have imagined that Ding Fan carried so many precious treasures on him, and that behind him followed two Sixth Level Experts of the Divine Realm?

She thought she was good-looking, that at the very least she could stir the hearts of many men, make them feel a desire to be with her. Yet Ding Fan had not been moved by her. On the contrary, in order not to submit to her, he had drunk more than ten cups of Blood Droplet Rose, and relying on his own powerful will, had finally broken out of her cabin and collapsed on the deck of the next level.

She could feel that Ding Fan did not dislike beautiful women. Today, the clothes she wore had made Ding Fan’s eyes sparkle; that showed her beauty was still attractive to him.

But... that was all.

She lowered her head and remained silent for a long time. Suddenly, she felt a kind of emptiness—not that she didn’t want to go on forcing Ding Fan to submit to her, but that she was suddenly seized by a sense of inferiority, feeling she was utterly unworthy of Ding Fan.

A man this solitary and proud would not bow his head. He wasn’t even afraid of death; how could he let go of the dignity and pride in his heart and submit to a fox-like seductress?

Gradually, her expression turned somewhat blurred. She weakly raised her head, looked at Ding Fan, and said, "I’m sorry, Young Master Ding. I apologize for what I’ve done before. From now on, you may use the Great Cultivation Room for free as long as you wish. Think of it as my compensation to you. From this moment, I won’t bother you anymore."

Ling Wanru’s attitude underwent a complete reversal, and she even formally apologized to him. This left Ding Fan a bit surprised.

He lifted his eyes to look at Ling Wanru, and Ling Wanru immediately dodged his gaze, lowering her head like a girl who had done something wrong, so helpless.

Ding Fan let out a faint sigh. He did not leave right away; instead, he took a few sips of tea, sighed, and said, "I can feel that you were once a good girl. I don’t know what happened to make you into who you are now. What I want to say is... if a person doesn’t know how to love herself, then in this world no one will love her. The past is merely part of life’s experience. If you can’t put it down, you can choose to die. In that way you’ll be able to completely break free from everything that came before.

"If you don’t want to die, or don’t have the courage to die, then let go of it completely. The past is just an experience—life still has to go on. You’re alive when you’re happy, and you’re alive when you’re weeping in pain. Why make yourself live so exhausted? Fine wine can make you forget the past for a single night, but can it make you forget it for a lifetime? When you truly put the past down, you’ll discover that the world remains beautiful."

Ding Fan’s words were sharp, cutting straight to the essence of things. He seemed to have already seen through Ling Wanru’s heart.

Ling Wanru’s delicate body trembled; then, two tears suddenly slid down. She didn’t speak, just silently wept. The tears dripped from her chin onto the deck, and that crisp sound made the listener’s heart ache with her.

After a while, she raised her head, shook it with tears in her eyes, and said, "You tell me to let go? How could I possibly let go? He’s dead. He was forced to death by my father! He was the person I loved the most, but he was driven by my father to jump off a cliff and die! Tell me, how could I let that go? Can you tell me how to put it down?"

"Of course I can..."

Ding Fan let out a soft sigh. Ling Wanru truly carried a tragic story on her back. What she did now was likely to avenge herself on her father, to punish herself, to atone for her dead lover, and perhaps also an escape, so that she wouldn’t hurt so much.

This was a woman in despair!

In this world there are so many people who suffer; at every moment someone is dying, some families are wiped out, some elders watch their descendants die before their eyes.

And how could Ding Fan himself not have tasted the feeling of relatives and friends dying? Even the one he cared about most, Xia Mengqing, was still far away in Tongzhou. His being alive—was that not also a kind of suffering?

He could not handle so many things, and he did not have the time or energy to help Ling Wanru. The beauty before his eyes was extremely dangerous; Ding Fan did not want to be too entangled or involved with her.

So he shook his head, twisted his mouth in a pained smile, put on his mask, and walked out. When he opened the cabin door, he still felt a bit of sadness. He turned back to look at Ling Wanru and said, "I truly don’t know how to free you. All I can say is, if you abandon yourself, then no one in this world can save you. Only after the cocoon is formed can the butterfly grow beautiful wings and dance; only in blazing fire can the Phoenix undergo Nirvana and be reborn. Perhaps this is a trial sent by the old heavens—you may choose to sink completely, or you may choose to be reborn in the flames."

Having said this, Ding Fan left, jumping down from the deck to the next level and disappearing.

His words echoed in Ling Wanru’s heart. Ling Wanru no longer wept. She sat for a long time, then fell asleep right there on the floor. After she fell asleep, the corners of her mouth suddenly curved—she actually smiled, and that smile was incredibly sweet.

After Ling Wanru fell asleep, a purple-haired old man suddenly appeared outside the door, like a meteor flashing across the sky in an instant.

He walked in quietly, took out a blanket, and covered it over Ling Wanru. He watched her sorrowfully, then let out a deep sigh and left...

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