Top-tier Unruly Master-Chapter 1786 - 1823: The Second-Floor Tower

"Isn’t this too terrifying? What exactly is stored inside here? This is Grade Eight Spiritual Material—Infatuation Grass."

"Is that the Grade Eight Thunder Pill? This is too terrifying! If we move all the pills from here, wouldn’t we strike it rich?"

At this moment, everyone stared at the scene before them, each utterly stunned. Honestly, they have never seen so many medicine pills in their entire lives.

At this moment, the Black Wolf Captain looked at everyone’s reactions, snorted inwardly. Truth be told, during his countless visits to the first level of the Wild Wolf Gang’s pagoda, these pills and spiritual materials meant nothing to him.

Now, as Black Wolf stands here, the only difference in his heart is that this time he truly wants to take away all the pills from here.

As the crowd made their way to the pagoda’s first level, they seemed to go mad, frantically seizing the pills and spiritual materials within due to their overwhelming abundance.

At this moment, Ding Fan also slowly walked in, watching the frantic pill and material snatchers with a smirk at the corner of his mouth.

"Se—Senior, may I take the pills from here?"

At this moment, Zhang Heng saw Ding Fan enter and cautiously, with great fear, addressed Ding Fan.

Out of everyone present, it’s likely only Zhang Heng who truly understands the terrifying extent of Ding Fan’s power. If Ding Fan doesn’t allow him to take these pills, no matter how brave Zhang Heng is, he wouldn’t dare touch them.

Hearing Zhang Heng’s voice, Ding Fan’s expression froze momentarily, showing a hint of helplessness before nodding slightly to Zhang Heng:

"You’re free to take whatever you like here!"

With Ding Fan’s permission, Zhang Heng’s face showed a hint of joy, cheerfully rushing to seize the pills, while Ding Fan stood silently, uninterested in the so-called treasures.

It’s known that Ding Fan is a Grade Nine Alchemist; whatever pill he wishes to refine, he can. Hence, the pills and materials don’t interest Ding Fan in the slightest.

At this moment, the Black Wolf Captain, who was also pill-snatching among the crowd, noticed Ding Fan’s reaction, his heart tightened. Truth be told, the captain isn’t sure of Ding Fan’s cultivation depth, but he knows that if Ding Fan wishes, no one here would leave alive.

Thinking about this, a smile appeared on the Black Wolf Captain’s face, his lips curling slightly as he approached Ding Fan and softly spoke:

"Senior, why don’t you go down and take more pills and materials?"

At this point, Ding Fan glanced coldly at the Black Wolf Captain, and his chilling voice emerged:

"I’m not interested in these!"

Upon hearing Ding Fan’s words, the Black Wolf Captain was shocked. Honestly, he can’t fathom the type of person who wouldn’t be interested in such vast quantities of pills and materials.

However, what concerned the Black Wolf Captain most is Ding Fan’s intentions because if Ding Fan doesn’t want him to obtain these treasures, he won’t get a single one.

Considering this, the Black Wolf Captain cautiously glanced at Ding Fan twice, then softly addressed him:

"Uh... Senior, I..."

Before the Black Wolf Captain could finish his words, Ding Fan impatiently waved, saying:

"I know what you’re thinking, go ahead, it doesn’t concern me!"

Upon hearing Ding Fan’s words, the Black Wolf Captain’s face instantly brimmed with a smile. At this moment, inside Xiao Ta, dozens of black bookshelves were placed, filled with densely packed black pill boxes.

Each pill box contained pills of varying grades. At this moment, nobody cared about grade; they simply stored the pill boxes in their space rings upon acquisition.

As everyone frantically snatched the pills, Ding Fan glanced around, and his Divine Sense was immediately cast out.

Ding Fan’s Divine Sense was already strong. Before entering the Wild Wolf Gang, it had been fortified, now reaching an unprecedented level.

Once Ding Fan released it, his Divine Sense focused mainly on the second and third levels of the pagoda. Upon entering this secret space, Ding Fan felt a familiar sensation coming from those levels.

As Ding Fan cast out his Divine Sense, a strong sense of resistance surrounded him, causing his brows to furrow deeply.

"What’s going on? Even though my Divine Sense is powerful enough, I still can’t detect what’s inside the second and third levels of the tower?"

At this moment, Ding Fan’s heart was somewhat heavy. When Ding Fan released his Divine Sense just now, he clearly felt a familiar yet strong sense of obstruction from around the tower body.

Ding Fan slightly shook his head, his eyes narrowing slightly, and his figure flashed out swiftly. Before long, he arrived at the second level of Xiao Ta, yet Ding Fan only stayed outside the second level and did not enter.

Considering his familiarity and caution towards the Wild Wolf Gang at the moment, Ding Fan did not easily push open the door. He stood outside the tower, feeling deeply impeded in a way that made him feel breathless.

"The Black Wolf Captain said the leader didn’t teach him how to enter the second level of the tower; surely there must be something very important inside."

At this moment, Ding Fan contemplated slightly, and the True Qi within him gradually gathered. Shortly after, he couldn’t feel any True Qi fluctuation from his body.

Currently, Ding Fan slowly closed his eyes, and Divine Vigor started to gush out. To be honest, when Ding Fan earlier sensed that familiar feeling, a bold idea came to his mind as he released the Divine Vigor from within him.

That familiar fluctuation appeared once again at this moment, and intense waves were fiercely impacting Ding Fan’s body.

Upon seeing this, Ding Fan secretly reflected, with the corner of his mouth slightly lifting. In an instant, Divine Vigor burst out from his body.

Almost instantly, the Divine Vigor enveloped the second level of Xiao Ta, and as Ding Fan released his Divine Vigor, the second level of Xiao Ta began to tremble slightly.

"Open for me!"

At this moment, Ding Fan’s eyes were somewhat blood red. A roar came from his mouth, and what Ding Fan never expected was that the Wild Wolf Gang’s second-level pagoda had some divine warrior techniques set around it.

If Ding Fan wasn’t also a divine warrior, it would be very difficult to recognize these techniques surrounding the second-level pagoda. At this moment, Ding Fan harnessed his Divine Vigor to forcibly impact the second level of Xiao Ta.

With Divine Vigor exploding from Ding Fan’s body, fierce waves instantly caused the surrounding tower structure to tremble, forming shallow light circles that spread out layer by layer.

As Ding Fan released his Divine Vigor, a miniature formation gradually appeared around the tower body, slowly rotating with beams of light gradually being released.

When Ding Fan saw the formation appear, his eyes momentarily solidified. On this formation, he saw not individual rune imprints, but an array forcibly condensed with a very powerful Divine Vigor.

This formation looked unusually simple, but only a divine warrior like Ding Fan would know that despite its crude appearance, ordinary cultivators couldn’t shake this formation even with full strength.

Even if you are a formation master, seeing this little formation would leave you helpless, for breaking this formation requires the power of Divine Vigor, and without being a divine warrior, breaking such a formation is incredibly difficult.

When Ding Fan saw this, he couldn’t help but feel secretly grateful. If Ding Fan wasn’t already a divine warrior, today’s treasure-hunting journey might end in vain.

However, nothing in the world is absolute. At this moment, Ding Fan’s mouth slightly lifted, and Divine Vigor exploded out. Within a few breaths, Ding Fan shattered the miniature formation in front of him.

After Ding Fan broke the formation, the aura that was previously hidden under it was instantly released. Upon sensing this aura, Ding Fan’s eyes slightly narrowed.

"It’s this familiar feeling..."

With his mouth slightly lifted, Ding Fan doggedly stepped in. As Ding Fan entered the second level of the tower, he found it utterly empty, lacking the cluttered arrangements of the first level.

In the center of the tower stood a wooden table; from its texture, Ding Fan could discern a very ancient and worn feeling, obviously having endured the tests of time.

Currently, Ding Fan slowly approached the wooden table and, upon glancing at it, found a rusted iron sword atop it, riddled with grooves. The sword’s two-sided blade had two exceedingly rough blood grooves.

Casually grasping the sword in hand, Ding Fan slightly smirked, shaking his head twice with resignation, murmuring to himself:

"What is this? In such a large second-level tower, only a broken sword is stored here. It seems this sword could be sold as an antique!"

At this moment, Ding Fan casually swung the iron sword, but after a couple of swings, he sensed an unusual feeling within his heart.

With each swing of the iron sword, Ding Fan noticed an instant emergence of resonating sword sounds from the blade. As the sword sang, Ding Fan felt a deep stirring within him.

"What!"

In Ding Fan’s eyes flashed a hint of astonishment. Every good sword comes with a singing sound when swung, but at this moment, in Ding Fan’s hand was merely an old, rusted broken sword—its blade battered and filled with rust—how could it produce such resonance?