Top-tier Unruly Master-Chapter 1526 - 1563: Truly Cultured
Therefore, the three small squads keep a slight distance from each other, to help conceal their presence.
The group with Ding Fan is walking along, pulling along carriages and carrying bags. Before long, Wang Hu beside Ding Fan bumped him, signaling with his eyes to look in a particular direction.
Following Wang Hu’s gaze, Ding Fan looked over and saw at a nearby fork in the road were two cultivators watching their group. From a distance, Ding Fan noted that the two cultivators were at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage, and their gaze was somewhat arrogant. Clearly, they seemed to be looking for him and his team, but Ding Fan had no interest in what they wanted, and was not worried in the least. They were merely two Nascent Soul Period Cultivators, certainly posing no threat to him and his group.
"May I ask if you are also heading to Yunwu Mountain?"
The two male Nascent Soul cultivators blocked Ding Fan’s group. Though they didn’t look extremely haughty, the arrogance was still evident in their eyes. One fair-skinned, handsome young man, with skin as delicate as a woman’s, asked Ding Fan and the others. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
"What’s the matter?"
Ding Fan directly retorted.
The handsome young man heard Ding Fan’s words, and noticing that he seemed to be just an ordinary person without a trace of vital energy, was surprised that he wasn’t nervous or flattering when faced with two cultivators. Nevertheless, the handsome young man maintained a polite demeanor, somewhat scholarly:
"If you’re also heading to Yunwu Mountain, we could go together. We just need one carriage, and although you are ordinary people, we as accomplished cultivators can offer you protection. Bandits often lurk along the road ahead, and a large group of ordinary merchants like yours will surely catch their attention."
"Indeed! My senior brother is already at the peak of the Nascent Soul Middle Stage. Bandits in this area always keep their distance from us brothers. Walking with us would surely be your fortune!"
Another teenager in black clothes, hearing the handsome boy’s words, agreed with a face full of arrogance.
Hearing these words from the two cultivators, Wang Hu couldn’t help but find it amusing. Have we traveled into some remote backwater where the cultivators are frogs at the bottom of the well? How could someone with just Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivation boast so much? Not only Wang Hu found this amusing; some sect disciples also chuckled internally.
But everyone knew their identities must not be revealed, so outwardly they maintained normal appearances.
Just as Wang Hu was about to dismiss these two cultivators, Ding Fan suddenly stopped him, with a seemingly grateful look towards the two young men and said:
"Really? That would be so kind of the two of you! We’re indeed heading in the direction of Net Cloud Mist Mountain. Let’s go together then; we’d appreciate it, cultivators."
Witnessing Ding Fan’s actions, Wang Hu and the sect disciples were taken by surprise, wondering what the sect master was up to. As they were perplexed, Ding Fan’s voice suddenly reached them:
"These two can provide cover for our merchant group and help handle some issues. Why not take advantage of that?"
Ding Fan’s voice transmitted through divine consciousness, unheard by the two cultivators. Wang Hu, elders, and disciples, hearing the sect master’s divine consciousness transmission, finally understood his intent. They admired the master deeply but felt a touch of amusement at the two Nascent Soul Period cultivators.
Just one move of divine consciousness transmission by the sect master would awe those two cultivators for ages, and yet they dared to act superior in front of him. But as the sect master has other plans, even if they wanted to join the sect as outer disciples, he might not agree, especially since they flaunt themselves around with such mediocre cultivation—a type the Dayang Sect surely doesn’t need as disciples.
"That’s more like it! You’re wise to travel with us two brothers. Consider it your fortune from past lives!"
The black-clothed youngster said arrogantly, laughing somewhat wildly at Ding Fan’s group, eyes showing slight contempt.
"Junior Brother, mind your manners!"
"Even though we’re cultivators, we should not look down on ordinary people. We’ve all been there as ordinary people ourselves. Now that we’re traveling together, it’s right to look out for each other."
The handsome young man, hearing the black-clothed youngster’s words, stopped him with a somber face but spoke politely to Ding Fan and others, though his eyes still contained pride.
Ding Fan smiled calmly and said:
"Then please have a seat in the cart."
Then the two cultivators agreed with a hint of arrogance, especially the boy in black, who was particularly haughty. Ding Fan directly ignored them; such cultivators were not worthy of Ding Fan’s attention, and he was unwilling to even glance at them. The Nascent Soul Stage boy was then placed in a carriage, and the convoy continued onward.
"What’s your name, brother?"
As the group moved forward, a boy with somewhat feminine features rode up beside Ding Fan, with a strange sense of superiority on his face, and asked.
"You can call me Ding Fan," Ding Fan replied indifferently.
Ding Fan was not afraid of the other knowing his identity. Although his name was relatively well-known on Donglai Continent, it wasn’t universally recognized. Moreover, he noticed that the other didn’t appear to be someone significant, just a frog at the bottom of a well.
"Oh? Ding Fan? Sounds familiar, but I can’t remember where I’ve heard it..."
The handsome boy pondered but couldn’t recall where he’d heard the name Ding Fan. However, he vaguely remembered a Nascent Soul Stage senior mentioning this name, but it seemed to have no connection with the ordinary cultivator in front of him. After all, if a Nascent Soul Stage senior mentioned someone, they must be remarkable, so it probably wasn’t this person—perhaps he was mistaken...
"No matter, let me tell you, little Ding..." the handsome man continued.
"How dare you!"
Before the handsome man could finish, he was interrupted by Wang Hu, who was beside Ding Fan, with a face full of anger. Wang Hu was already unimpressed with these two cultivators. To think they dared to address the sect leader as little Ding! It’s practically courting death! Wang Hu’s face turned livid, veins bulging, looking ferociously intimidating.
Not only Wang Hu, but the elders of the Dayang Sect behind Ding Fan were also visibly displeased, their expressions darkening at the handsome man’s words, feeling a bit of anger towards this young man.
The handsome man looked at Wang Hu in surprise, seeing his fierce, almost predatory eyes, and felt somewhat flustered. The handsome man, confused, thought to himself how could such a normal person, not even a cultivator, have such dreadful eyes; it was incredible.
"Never mind, brother, please continue. I’m the leader of this caravan. My men got a bit carried away; don’t take it personally. But it’s best to call me Ding Fan from now on."
Ding Fan gave Wang Hu and the others a look, signaling them not to reveal themselves. After all, now was the Dayang Sect’s most vulnerable time. The Dayang Sect cultivators were already few, and now, to mislead others, they had divided into three small groups. If the Wild Wolf Gang found their whereabouts and attacked, it could be fatal for the Dayang Sect.
After all, there was no formation here, and Ding Fan and the others were unprepared and not as strong as the Wild Wolf Gang, clearly not their match. The purpose of relocating the base was to find a new, concealed place for the Dayang Sect to develop for some time, to have the means to contend with the Wild Wolf Gang.
Wang Hu and the others understood Ding Fan’s meaning. Their expressions quickly returned to calm, even though they were furious with the handsome boy, they had no choice but to ignore him for now...
Turning back, Ding Fan looked at the handsome boy riding beside him, wondering how someone so presumptuously survived this long—a stroke of good luck in his early years...
"Um, then I’ll call you Ding Fan. I’m Wang Feng, and you can call me Brother Feng."
The handsome boy continued arrogantly. His arrogance wasn’t particularly directed at Ding Fan but rather disdainful of everyone here. However, his arrogance was mixed with a sense of propriety, leaving Ding Fan helpless, forcing him to turn a blind eye. Once they reached Yunwu Mountain, everything would be easier to deal with...
At this moment, Wang Hu and the others, witnessing this scene, shook their heads helplessly...
"Ding Fan, I must remind you, your underling’s behavior was really too rash! After all, you all are just ordinary people. Knowing I’m a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, he still dared to shout at me. It’s only because I’m cultured that I won’t stoop to his level."
The handsome man continued, with no intention of stopping, as if without teaching the other a lesson, the matter wouldn’t be ended. Though Wang Hu’s shout startled him before, he quickly realized that, as a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, he could easily eliminate the ordinary person with just one finger; why should he be afraid? It was a moment of irrationality...
Now, thinking back on his embarrassing timid reaction, the handsome man was slightly ashamed and angry.
"You need to know, Ding Fan, that as ordinary people, you’re no match for cultivators. Don’t even mention Nascent Soul Stage cultivators like me; even those not in the Nascent Soul Stage could easily kill you. Do you think you’re special just because of your numbers? Even if you had a hundred more, you’d still be no match for a Nascent Soul cultivator! Let alone me. Understand? I’m doing this for your own good!"
"Ding Fan, your underling was just shouting at me. If it were my irritable junior, your underling might not even be breathing by now!"
The handsome man seemed almost earnest, his eyes filled with anger as he looked at Wang Hu. Just a shout from this ordinary person startled him; it was too embarrassing. If not for following the other’s path, he would’ve taught that guy a lesson—to show that in a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator’s eyes, he was as small as an ant!
