Top-tier Unruly Master

Chapter 2354: Chapter 2389: Return to the Northern Wastelands

After a night of cultivation, the sky began to brighten. Ding Fan prepared to leave. Otherwise, when Ling Wanru woke up, he feared he would be entangled again. There were still many things to do in the Northern Wastelands, and he needed to go back to make arrangements.

He gently picked up Ling Wanru and placed her on the soft couch. He took a quilt from his Space Ring and lightly covered her with it. After looking at the still peacefully sleeping Ling Wanru, he then quietly walked out.

After Ding Fan left the cabin, Ling Wanru, who had been sleeping with her eyes closed, suddenly opened them. She looked at Ding Fan’s back, smiled sweetly, and then fell asleep again.

...

Ding Fan exited the cabin, stood on the deck, and waved to Ling Hong, who was looking from afar. Ling Hong controlled another boat and slowly rowed over. Ding Fan got on his little boat and let him take him away.

"Young Master Ding, last night..."

As the boat sailed away, Ling Hong looked coldly at Ding Fan and asked him. Ding Fan waved his hand and said, "We didn’t do anything. We just drank all night long."

"Oh..."

Ling Hong sighed in relief. Last night, many strong Divine Senses surged toward the small boat where Ling Wanru was. If Ding Fan had really done anything, he feared Ding Fan would have ended up as a corpse in the Spirit Dragon Sea.

When the boat reached the dock, Ling Hong led Ding Fan and the others away. Along the dock, Ling Hong walked forward a few steps. Suddenly, Ling Hong saw a person fishing by the sea ahead.

"Uh!"

Upon seeing this person, Ling Hong’s face was filled with astonishment. That person glanced lightly at him, and Ling Hong immediately closed his mouth.

Ding Fan and Crimson Flame looked at that man. He was an elegant middle-aged man, handsome in appearance, with features as refined as jade. His deep eyes were like the sea, making it impossible to discern his thoughts.

The most important thing was that the aura this person exuded was very strong. Neither Ding Fan nor Crimson Flame could sense his Realm; this person’s Realm should be the Seventh Level of the Divine Realm.

"Ling Hong, let this young man come sit with me, you go out and wait."

The middle-aged man uttered lightly, Ling Hong stood up, looked toward Crimson Flame. Ding Fan thought for a moment, waved his hand at Crimson Flame, signaling him to go down with Ling Hong.

"Young man, come over and sit."

The middle-aged man gestured with a wave, pointing to a stone stump beside him. Ding Fan pondered a moment and walked over, not greeting but sitting quietly next to the middle-aged man, not looking at him, but gazing at the distant sea.

The middle-aged man was silent, watching the fishing rod. After a while, a fish was hooked. He flicked the rod, catching a big carp.

He took the fish off the hook and tossed it back into the water, then smiled, looking at Ding Fan, and said, "Young man, why don’t you speak? You’ve got quite the nerve, not even offering your respects!"

"Haha!"

Ding Fan slightly smiled, looking at the middle-aged man with an unyielding gaze, and said, "I’ve always been brave, otherwise I wouldn’t have been driven out of the Ding Family. Hall Master, you don’t seem like someone who cares about formalities, so why insist that this kid bow to you?"

"Oh?"

The middle-aged man smiled and softly asked, "How did you guess my identity? Have you seen my portrait before?"

"No!"

Ding Fan shook his head and said, "Who else besides the Spirit Dragon Hall Master would care for Miss Ling? Hall Master, you’re too young to be of fishing age, sitting here early in the morning, naturally, you aim to hook a small fish like Ding Fan."

"You’re really smart!"

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, then looked at the distant boat and said softly, "But clever people often die early. If clever people want to live longer, they should learn to hide their cleverness rather than use it. You are not suitable for Wanru; do not try to leverage her for advancement. You are the son of Ding Jia. Our Spirit Dragon Hall has no room for a big deity like you."

"Hahaha!"

Ding Fan laughed, looking at the middle-aged man whose face also carried a mocking expression, and said, "Last night, I was wondering what kind of person the Spirit Dragon Hall Master is. Today, upon meeting you, I am deeply disappointed. I don’t know if you can successfully serve as the Spirit Dragon Hall Master, but I am sure you are not a good father. Your collaborative efforts as a father are utterly failing."

"Hmm?"

The Spirit Dragon Hall Master’s gaze swept over like two sharp knives, and a mountain-like aura dashed towards him, making Ding Fan’s bones crackle.

At this moment, Ding Fan had no doubt in his mind that if this momentum continued to suppress him, he would soon turn into a pile of sludge.

Ding Fan was not scared at all; instead, he looked coldly at Ling Xiaotian, the Spirit Dragon Hall Master, like a small lion with its mane standing upright.

He was very sure that Ling Xiaotian did not dare to kill him, or at least dared not kill him publicly, as this would undermine his prestige as the Spirit Dragon Hall Master.

Indeed...

The aura quickly weakened a bit, even though Ding Fan’s entire body was crackling, and he almost had a mouthful of blood ready to be spat out from his throat, he suppressed it and continued to stare coldly at Ling Xiaotian.

After several breaths had passed, the terrifying pressure of Ling Xiaotian gradually diminished. He said casually, "Indeed, Ding Aohuang’s disciple is made of toughness, but how many years have you been alive, kid? Are you actually daring to lecture me?"

Ding Fan forcefully swallowed the blood in his throat, took a deep breath, and said to Ling Xiaotian, "Ding Fan does not dare to speak of lecturing you, but every child is a blank slate, and a child’s growth is greatly related to their parents. Has Ling Wanru become the way she is now with no relation to you? Last night, Ling Wan sighed saying she hasn’t slept well in recent years, fearful every night that someone will come to claim her life. Even though I was there last night, she woke up from nightmares three times. I felt very sad witnessing that. As her father, don’t you feel any guilt or heartbreak?"

"When she was at Luoshen Mountain, her grandfather passed away, and she felt there was no hope of living. When she wanted to commit suicide, I gave her hope with a goal to keep living. Ironically, her sole living hope now is to have you kneel before her grandfather’s grave so that he can enjoy the reverence of the masses. Her intense cultivation is for these two goals. Esteemed Spirit Dragon Hall Master, this pressure you put on your daughter, is this what you desire?"

Ding Fan was straightforward and showed no respect to Ling Xiaotian. Last night, upon seeing Ling Wanru’s state, he could not help but resent Ling Xiaotian inwardly. Since he knew Ling Xiaotian would not kill him, why should he be polite?

Ling Xiaotian’s expression was strange at this moment. Ding Fan, a young man, was pointing at his nose, almost arrogantly scolding him, yet Ling Xiaotian did not get angry; instead, he had a complex gaze.

He stared at the distant boat for a moment, then sighed lightly, saying, "You are correct; as the Spirit Dragon Hall Master, I am competent, but as a father, I have failed. When Wanru was born, her mother passed away. I devoted myself wholeheartedly to the development of the Spirit Dragon Hall, neglecting her upbringing, leading to today’s situation. This is entirely my fault."

"However..."

Ling Xiaotian looked at Ding Fan and said, "Regardless, you cannot be with Wanru; your identity is too sensitive. Lingering pain is better than short pain. I do not want to harm my daughter anymore, so you should be more prudent. Do not make it difficult for me, otherwise, you know what the consequences will be."

"You are wrong again!"

Ding Fan shook his head, sighed, and said, "I have no designs on Ling Wanru. If I did, would I have waited until now? We could have been together at Luoshen Mountain. We’re just ordinary friends. Do not think I am eager to be your son-in-law. When I defected from the Ding Family, Ling Wanru invited me to join your Spirit Dragon Hall, which I refused. Later, she said she would help me find a place in the Northern Central Plains, which I also refused. My Ancestral Master is Ding Zhanpeng, my master is Ding Aohuang. Do you think I, Ding Fan, am someone who relies on others? I won’t depend on anyone; I can recreate a new Ding Family on my own."

"Hahaha!"

Ling Xiaotian laughed, amused by Ding Fan’s tone. He nodded and said, "Good, good, truly ambitious, indeed in Ding Aohuang’s style. Since you say so, I will not interfere in this matter. However... if I later find out you and Wanru have gone too far, do not blame me for being merciless."

After saying this, Ling Xiaotian’s figure suddenly disappeared without warning, leaving Ding Fan somewhat shocked. Practitioners in the Divine Realm can disappear into thin air, which requires one to be at least at the eighth level of the Divine Realm. Ling Xiaotian can vanish into thin air, so his realm must be at least the eighth Divine Realm level.

Who knows what Ling Xiaotian’s actual age is? But it has long been said that Ling Xiaotian, the Spirit Dragon Hall Master, was a martial arts enthusiast in his early years and married late, so he must have been quite old then.

From the appearance, it is hard to discern the actual age of martial artists in the Divine Realm. If they reach a high realm at a young age, they rarely age. You should know that after the seventh level of the Divine Realm, cultivators have an exceedingly long lifespan.

Ding Fan stood by the sea for a while, then got up and left. Ling Hong and Crimson Flame were outside waiting. Seeing Ding Fan come out unscathed, they both breathed a sigh of relief. Ling Hong dared not stay in Spirit Dragon City with Ding Fan any longer; they immediately left the city together as Ding Fan was worried about matters in the Northern Wastelands, directly teleporting back.

Transmitting continuously along the way, he did not stay in Black Water City, but directly transmitted back to the Northern Wastelands.

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