Top-tier Unruly Master-Chapter 1605 - 1642: Someone’s Here

The harsh environment here had already made Ding Fan feel immense pressure. Ding Fan sat cross-legged on the spot, waiting for a while. At this moment, the Mysterious Thunder in the sky gradually diminished, and the Tornado also luckily moved away from Ding Fan. After a while, the Mysterious Thunder in the sky completely disappeared.

Ding Fan extended his arm, and with a focused thought, the Pure Thunder Pill suspended above him returned to his hand. He sensed some of the energy of the Pure Thunder Pill and was relieved to find that it had not reached a saturated state. Satisfied, he stored the Pure Thunder Pill back into his Storage Bag.

Immediately, Ding Fan packed up the Defensive Array Disc, and the surrounding Defensive Array disappeared accordingly.

However, Ding Fan did not rush to continue his journey. At this moment, his cultivation hadn’t recovered much, and the Tornado was still present in the distance, though the wind force nearby had lessened significantly. This kind of weather, as Ding Fan expected, came and went quickly.

After resting for a moment, Ding Fan continued on his journey. His steps were quick, and after walking quite far towards the Oasis he had sensed earlier with his Divine Sense, it still seemed very distant. Ding Fan didn’t dwell on this; as long as he could quickly get out of the desert, he would be in less danger.

After all, whether it’s the extremely harsh environment or the unimaginable Yuan Beasts, they weren’t things Ding Fan could easily confront. He secretly felt fortunate that without his various skills, he might have perished several times in this desert.

Along the way, Ding Fan didn’t take any time to cultivate. He occasionally flew with Sword Flight and then kept on the journey. When feeling low on Divine Vigor, he took a Medicine Pill that enhanced it and continued on his journey. Throughout, Ding Fan did not cultivate, as he aimed to reach the Oasis before daybreak.

During the daytime, the desert was already perilous; at night, who knows what might occur, especially with poor visibility making it impossible to travel. The venomous scorpions from the previous night had left a deep impression, and those scorpions weren’t just small; some were incredibly large and difficult for Ding Fan to handle.

Thus, from this point, Ding Fan could tell that even though the desert seemed lifeless, strong Yuan Beasts indeed existed, and he didn’t know how many Yuan Beasts were beyond his ability to handle in this desert.

Walking briskly, as long as he could see the Oasis ahead, hope was kindled in Ding Fan’s heart, enough to maintain the firm belief in surviving this invisible desert.

As Ding Fan walked, spotting a few green plants only visible in the desert, each covered in long thorns, he judged by his Alchemist experience that these plants weren’t poisonous. He promptly cut a small piece with a dagger and started sipping the juice inside.

Ding Fan hadn’t brought any water in his Storage Bag and was parched already. Though there was only one plant, it was crucial for Ding Fan. He sipped the juice and found it wasn’t difficult to drink.

Then Ding Fan sat beside the plant to take a simple rest. By now, the sun wasn’t as scorching; Ding Fan estimated it was approaching evening. While cutting the plant and drinking its juice, he relaxed and rested.

Throughout the journey, Ding Fan felt an unprecedented fatigue, which was quite normal for traversing the desert. With sparse Spiritual Energy here, Ding Fan had to rest thoroughly before pressing on to reach the Oasis before darkness fell.

After some rest, the plant was nearly hacked away, and Ding Fan’s mind had cleared up a bit. Looking at the distant Oasis again, he felt curious since the distance remained just as far as when he noticed it that morning, puzzling him.

Previously, Ding Fan hadn’t paid attention to this issue. Traveling had used up his energy, preventing him from overthinking. The Oasis symbolized hope, but after resting, with renewed clarity, Ding Fan did notice the distance to the Oasis remained unchanged, making him feel strange.

Slowly standing up, Ding Fan looked towards the Oasis, releasing his Divine Sense to scan it. Shockingly, his feeling was accurate; the distance to the Oasis hadn’t changed, staying as remote as it initially was.

This perplexed Ding Fan, as he knew there must be an issue. He examined the Oasis with Divine Sense, suspecting a mirage, a common occurrence in deserts. Initially, Ding Fan wondered if it was an illusion.

However, Ding Fan knew his Divine Sense wouldn’t deceive him; it clearly affirmed the real existence of the Oasis. Lost in thought, yet unable to discern the cause, he suddenly heard sounds of battle coming from not far away in another direction.

Ding Fan immediately used his Divine Sense to observe and discovered a Cultivator surrounded by five or six Silver Wolves. The Cultivator bore some blood marks and tattered clothes, clearly having battled the Silver Wolves and suffered injuries.

Examining closely with his Divine Sense, Ding Fan noticed that, although young, he actually recognized this Cultivator, a young member from the Thirty-Six Holes who had entered the Xuantian Secret Realm with him. Ding Fan didn’t know his name, as he hadn’t paid attention before.

However, Ding Fan was certain that the person was undoubtedly a disciple from the Thirty-Six Caves, so he immediately walked briskly in that direction. At this moment, the disciple was being besieged by Silver Wolves, extremely on the defensive. Ding Fan could already see that he was no match for those Silver Wolves; if they launched another attack, this disciple would surely perish.

Aoooo...

Five or six Silver Wolves surrounded the disciple, emitting chilling howls, their faces fierce, with exposed fangs show their savagery as they stared at the disciple. Simultaneously, their front paws slightly bent, adopting a posture as if ready to pounce and attack at any moment.

The disciple heard the wolf howling and felt daunted in his heart. His injuries were already severe, and these Silver Wolves were as powerful as Sixth Grade Yuan Beasts. He was simply unable to handle so many of them. The young cultivator furrowed his brows and breathed rapidly, his eyes fixed tightly on those Silver Wolves, constantly on guard.

Aoooo!

One wolf, seemingly the leader, let out a series of urgent howls as if issuing a command. At that moment, the Silver Wolves suddenly lunged toward the young cultivator. Stunned, he wanted to attack the Silver Wolves, but with five or six wolves coming at him from all directions, he couldn’t possibly account for them all.

For a moment, a wave of despair swept over the young cultivator. Clenching his teeth and steeling himself, he lifted his longsword and slashed at a Silver Wolf charging directly toward him, feeling a bit hopeless. He knew that even if he died among these wolves, he wouldn’t let them get away without a cost, aiming to kill as many as he could!

Swish swish swish!

The young cultivator swung his longsword in a series of slicing slashes. Ultimately, the Silver Wolf in front of him had its legs cut from under it, falling to the ground and howling in pain, its days numbered. But the young cultivator felt no joy at heart. He knew that as he killed this wolf, he would also be struck by the wolves attacking from behind.

Having slain the Silver Wolf before him, the young cultivator closed his eyes, realizing he didn’t have time to deal with the Silver Wolves pouncing at him from behind. But after closing his eyes for just a few breaths, he didn’t feel the bite of the wolves behind him. Instead, he heard constant sounds of fighting and the howls of the wolves from behind.

The young cultivator opened his eyes suddenly and saw another young cultivator fighting fiercely against the Silver Wolves. He could only see the other’s back, but he knew this cultivator was much stronger than he was. Facing four or five Silver Wolves, the opponent moved calmly, and after a few flashes and swings of his sword, he killed the wolves one by one.

Watching the other’s swift, shadowy movements, the young cultivator was filled with a deep sense of gratitude. If not for the timely rescue, he would already have been wolf fodder. As he wanted to go forward and help, within a few breaths, the other had already slain all the Silver Wolves.

"Young hero, thank you for saving my life. I, Guo Lin, will repay you with unending gratitude!"

The young cultivator saw that all the Silver Wolves were killed and, without waiting for the other to turn around, he knelt on the ground, sincerely speaking to the figure’s back.

Who else could the youth be but Ding Fan!

Ding Fan turned around calmly, a faint smile mingling with happiness on his face:

"No need to thank me. It was my duty to save you."

"Big brother! It really is you! Big brother! This is truly wonderful..." The youth raised his head and recognized Ding Fan, though Ding Fan wasn’t very familiar with him, only knowing that he was a fellow disciple from the Thirty-Six Caves. But Guo Lin was familiar with Ding Fan. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Guo Lin had seen Ding Fan’s skills at the Thirty-Six Caves’ selection competition and harbored great admiration for this Lake Master’s elder brother. They were about the same age, yet Ding Fan was already not only a Grade Nine Alchemist but also an outstanding cultivator! Even the mid-grade Divided Spirit state examiners were no match for Ding Fan, and his mastery of formations was unmatched. None of the combined forces of the Thirty-Six Caves leaders and elders could breach Ding Fan’s formation, making him, in Guo Lin’s eyes, almost god-like.

Though Guo Lin was not weak in the Thirty-Six Caves, achieving fourth place in this selection competition, he knew he couldn’t match Ding Fan with just two or three ranks. The difference was as vast as a chasm.

Guo Lin knew he might never be able to catch up with his big brother in this lifetime.