Top-tier Unruly Master

Chapter 2274: Chapter 2309: Provocation

One day later, Ding Fan found nearly a hundred people from Luoshen Mountain, and this team added up to less than two hundred people. It was estimated that if survivors were not found after such a long time, there would probably not be many people who could survive.

At night, everyone continued camping, and at midnight, Ling Wanru finally woke up. Fortunately, she did not cry out loud; she only asked a few questions, then held her knees alone, silently cried for more than an hour, and fell asleep again.

The next day, everyone continued to move around and found more than ten people. In these two days, they encountered many poisoned people, and many corpses turned to bones. It was unclear if Ling Qiang’s body was among them.

After nightfall, Ding Fan found a small valley and decided to camp there. He had been leading a group of people for two days, and those who couldn’t be found seemed to be beyond searching for.

Ding Fan began to cultivate again, refining Soul Crystals, while Zhong Zhiyong started wandering around, continuing to collect Purple Glowing Stones and Soul Crystals. Crimson Flame acted as a protector for Ding Fan, and this time Sirius did not follow Zhong Zhiyong out.

Zhong Zhiyong gave Ding Fan more than three thousand Soul Crystals again. Ding Fan refined a few hundred, and now he had nearly five thousand Soul Crystals, enough for his long-term cultivation.

Recently, the eruptions of the Sky Pit had weakened significantly, but Luoshen Mountain was still massive, and the gravity was terrifying. Leaving Luoshen Mountain on foot was unrealistic, as it was a giant Mountain Range, and even at full speed, a Super Airship would take half a month to fly out.

In the following days, Ling Gang would occasionally go out alone, trying to find more survivors or find Ling Qiang, but each time he returned alone, it seemed there were no living people outside.

Of over a thousand people, fewer than two hundred remained. Jeang Tianlin passed away, and less than sixty of the Spirit Dragon Hall’s unbreakable Guard Squad survived, showing the tragedy’s harshness.

Ling Wanru had been surprisingly quiet these days, staying alone in a tent, not making any noise and seeing no one. Ding Fan was too focused on refining Soul Crystals to be bothered with her.

On the fifth day camping in the valley, Ding Fan suddenly opened his eyes, a trace of surprise flashed in them. The Sirius mark continuously absorbed the White Essence of the Soul Crystal, unexpectedly conveying the memory of an Evil Spirit.

Most importantly, in that memory, there was a full understanding of "Reflecting the True Essence" by an Evil Spirit and the memory of merging the Shadowless Divine Skill.

Ding Fan was ecstatic; the meaning of True Insight was indescribable, but having full memory of that Evil Spirit greatly enhanced his possibility of understanding it.

Ding Fan had previously considered how hard it was to release such a Divine Skill without understanding "Reflecting the True Essence." During this period, his continuous refinement of Soul Crystals was entirely for this purpose. He didn’t expect the Sirius mark on his soul to relay the Evil Spirit’s memory to him.

He immediately disregarded everything, quickly sought to understand the conveyed Evil Spirit memory, and attempted to integrate his own Shadowless Divine Skill to finally grasp the principle of releasing this Divine Skill.

However...

He had only been cultivating for half a day when footsteps sounded outside, and then a refined guard from the Spirit Dragon Hall roared outside the tent: "Young Master Ding, Miss Wanru committed suicide, the vice commander requests your presence."

"Suicide?"

Ding Fan opened his eyes, a helpless expression on his face. After a moment of thought, he stood up and went outside, following the guard to Ling Wanru’s tent, already surrounded by a crowd.

Ding Fan walked into Ling Wanru’s tent and saw her face pale, with the blood vessels on her wrist cut and placed in a wine jar beside her. Originally filled with Bloody Rose, it was now full of fresh blood, all spilling out.

Ling Wanru had not fainted; her eyes were vacant, pupils dilated, like someone who had lost her soul.

Ling Wanru had changed her clothes. She was now wearing white attire, with her hair tied with a white headband, without any jewelry, resembling mourning attire.

Seeing Ling Wanru’s vacant gaze, Ding Fan knew she really wanted to die this time. If handled improperly, even if she was fortunate to survive this time, she might not be so lucky next time.

Ling Hong stood by holding gauze and healing medicine, but he dared not move. Seeing Ding Fan come in, he mustered the courage again to grab Ling Wanru’s hand, trying to help her stop the bleeding.

At this moment, Ling Wanru slightly lifted her face to look at Ling Hong.

That gaze was indescribable, empty, cold, terrifying, without any emotion...

Ling Hong’s status in the Spirit Dragon Hall was not high, and being gazed at by Ling Wanru this way, he did not dare to move. So he looked at Ding Fan as if seeking help. The others in the Spirit Dragon Hall also looked at Ding Fan with expectation, as, at this moment, in their view, only Ding Fan could shock Ling Wanru.

"Why save such a person? Her heart is dead. Can you save her body and her soul?"

Ding Fan opened his mouth indifferently, waving to the guards of the Spirit Dragon Hall, saying: "Go find a decent place and prepare to bury your lady."

"..."

A group of people stared at each other, wondering if they had misheard, then each person’s face showed an indescribable expression. Was Ding Fan here to help, or to create trouble?

"That’s not right,"

Ding Fan suddenly seemed to remember something and said, "You can’t bury her here. There are Divine Mountain mice everywhere, and your miss’s body will be eaten, leaving not a scrap of flesh, and eventually only bones, or perhaps even the bones will be gnawed away. I think it’s better to put the body in the Space Ring and take it back to the Spirit Dragon Hall for burial."

"Young Master Ding, you..."

Ling Hong seemed to want to kneel before Ding Fan. Ling Wanru was trying to commit suicide at that moment. What Ding Fan said would hasten her death, wouldn’t it?

Ding Fan ignored Ling Hong, coldly looking at Ling Wanru and said, "Miss Wanru, I came specifically for you. In fact, you shouldn’t use wrist-slash suicide methods. You have good vitality, so you would take hours to bleed out before dying. You say everyone is impatiently waiting for you here, isn’t that bad?"

"Why don’t I teach you how to die quickly?"

After thinking for a while, not waiting for Ling Hong and others to speak to him, he continued, "You know how to self-detonate your soul, right? Once you self-detonate, your soul will explode, the simplest way to die. Hmm... I guess you wouldn’t do that; otherwise, we could leave first, and you could self-detonate your body’s meridians? But then, your body would be blown up with nothing left; perhaps not even your head would be found."

"I’ll think again... Hmm, there’s another way, you can use your True Yuan to smash your head directly with one hand, it wouldn’t hurt as much. But this isn’t good either; the head breaks open. After all, you are a pretty woman; even if you die, you wouldn’t want to die too ugly, right? Or do you want to shove an iron needle into your brain from the back of your head? You can die within a minute without damaging your beautiful face. Ling Hong, prepare a big iron needle for your miss, let’s see her off."

The group was completely speechless; Crimson Flame and Zhong Zhiyong turned away as if they didn’t know Ding Fan. Ling Hong almost cried, nervously watching Ling Wanru, didn’t even dare to blink, worried Ling Wanru might follow Ding Fan’s advice to commit suicide.

"Ling Wanru!"

Ding Fan shouted suddenly, shocking everyone, including Ling Wanru. Ding Fan yelled angrily, "If you want to die, then go die now, don’t make everyone suffer with you. You worthless coward, what does it mean to linger half-dead? You want to follow your grandfather, then go; I wonder what face you’d have to meet your grandfather down there."

At that moment, a glimmer of light flashed in Ling Wanru’s eyes, but she was extremely angry. She trembled her lips, wanting to say something, but in the end, she said nothing, glaring at Ding Fan like an angry little lion.

Ding Fan was unfazed, staring back at Ling Wanru. He suddenly removed his mask, mockingly looked at Ling Wanru, and shouted, "What’s wrong? Not convinced? Aren’t you a worthless coward? Your lover dies and you want to die yourself, but still alive, your grandfather died only days ago, and you can’t die after slashing your wrists for half a day? Isn’t that worthless? Suicide? Coward who commits suicide is worthless, a coward who can’t face reality, a wimp who only thinks of escaping!"

The more Ding Fan spoke, the angrier he got, seemingly genuinely wishing Ling Wanru would die sooner. After shouting a few words, he took out a water bottle from the Space Ring, drank a couple of mouthfuls, tossed the bottle, and continued:

"You’re not worthless, you’re not a coward, prove it to us, prove it to your grandfather. You hate your father, but why don’t you work hard in cultivation. Once you have more power than your father, make him kneel and bow in front of your lover’s grave. Your grandfather died in battle, he was a hero, you have the ability to bury your grandfather’s remains in the best cemetery, to be worshiped by descendants, don’t you? You don’t dare, lack determination and courage to do so, therefore... you are worthless."

Ling Wanru’s chest heaved slightly, seemingly enraged, and with accelerated blood flow, blood spilled faster from her wrist, causing Ling Hong beside her to tremble in anxiety.

Ling Wanru turned her eyes and said, "What if I did that?"

"Ha ha!"

Ding Fan laughed coldly and sluggishly said, "If you can make your father kneel before your lover’s grave, if you can make everyone in the Central Plains worship your grandfather, you can make me do anything you want."

"Good!"

Ling Wanru suddenly stood up, but due to excessive blood loss, her body trembled. Ling Hong quickly stopped her bleeding. Ling Wanru looked coldly at Ding Fan and said, "If I achieve these two things, Ding Fan, I will make you kneel and bow to me, and wash my feet in public."

"Haha~"

Ding Fan turned around, put on his mask, and walked towards the door. He reached the door and turned back to say, "If you have that ability, I, Ding Fan, will kneel and bow to wash your feet, Ling Wanru. It’s not that I despise you, you... are simply not capable."

Ding Fan turned around and walked away gracefully, seeming unconcerned with Ling Wanru’s life or death. Zhong Zhiyong and Crimson Flame followed him out, leaving Ling Wanru’s tent in dead silence, Ling Hong and others not even daring to breathe.

After a while, Ling Wanru reached out to Ling Hong, who breathed a sigh of relief and quickly bandaged Ling Wanru’s wound.

Ling Wanru didn’t look at her hand, but kept watching Ding Fan’s back outside the door. She whispered, "Ding Fan, you wait for me; I will make you kneel and wash my feet. You wait for me."

"Young Master, you were awesome!"

After entering Ding Fan’s tent, Crimson Flame raised his thumb, and Zhong Zhiyong nodded slightly at him. They were both smart enough to see through Ding Fan’s instigation strategy.

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