Chapter 1434: Chapter 1471: Dragon Capturing Palm
The young girl immediately looked at her mother and said firmly, "I disagree!"
After saying this, the girl flung her sleeve and left the room.
"Wen Er..."
At this moment, the woman wanted to stop her daughter, but the daughter had already gone out. The woman sighed softly, unable to understand why her elder daughter would disagree with someone as outstanding as Ding Lin. The woman was also at a loss. It was already nearing dinner time, and the woman originally wanted her elder daughter to notify Ding Fan, hoping to let the two of them have more contact.
But with things as they were, the woman called her younger daughter and asked her to invite Ding Fan for dinner instead.
The younger daughter pouted upon hearing her mother’s words but reluctantly agreed. She then went to Ding Fan’s room.
At that time, Ding Fan was still cultivating. He seized every opportunity to cultivate diligently because his thoughts were not solely focused on himself. There were also the disciples of the Dayang Sect, and it was evident that Ding Fan, as the sect master of the Dayang Sect, bore the responsibility of restoring the Sect. Therefore, Ding Fan had to work very hard. Although his current cultivation was quite commendable, it still fell far short of what was needed to restore the Sect and eliminate the Wild Wolf Gang.
After meditating in his room for a while, Ding Fan began to practice the fist technique from the stele in the courtyard. Ding Fan hadn’t named this fist technique from the stele yet, and though he had only mastered the first form "Golden Dragon Emergence," he already felt that he had gained many new insights into the subsequent techniques. Ding Fan believed that he should be able to master the second form of the fist technique.
After all, Ding Fan was already a cultivator at the Nascent Soul Mid Stage and a divine warrior of Fourth Grade cultivation. Clearly, his mental power was now enough to clearly comprehend the second form of the fist technique. Then, in the courtyard, Ding Fan sat cross-legged and took out the Jade Slip to learn the fist technique. However, before learning, he wanted to give the technique a name. He thought for a long time and finally decided to call the fist technique "Mortal Fist."
The name "Mortal Fist" was chosen because, although the technique appeared ordinary, it was incredibly legendary and extraordinary. Ding Fan even believed that in the Cultivation World, no other martial art could surpass this fist technique. Thus, he named it "Mortal Fist," and importantly, the technique itself had no name. Although a past elder of the Dayang Sect also practiced it and achieved considerable skill, the elder never informed Ding Fan of the technique’s name or origin. However, Ding Fan knew that this fist technique was not a common existence. Back then, the Dayang Sect elder had earned a highly esteemed reputation by practicing this fist technique. Clearly, it was extraordinarily powerful.
Moreover, since Ding Fan’s name contained the character "Mortal," and he felt a connection with the fist technique, he straightforwardly named it "Mortal Fist."
After naming it, Ding Fan quickly began his practice. He knew that he had mastered the first form "Golden Dragon Emergence" to a highly proficient level. At this point, not only could Ding Fan’s divine sense perceive some of the subsequent techniques, but he also had insights into the second form of the fist technique. Therefore, he decided that it was time to practice the second form of the Mortal Fist.
Quickly, Ding Fan sat cross-legged and entered a meditative state. Shortly after, in his mind appeared an image of a white-clad cultivator whose hands were continuously executing the fist technique, displaying an imposing aura. This time, the white-clad cultivator Ding Fan saw was much clearer than the one he had seen on the stele before. Ding Fan understood that his cultivation level had improved significantly, and evidently, his divine sense had become more powerful.
Ding Fan knew that for an ordinary cultivator, seeing such a clear image was an impossible feat, let alone witnessing the cultivator in their mind. Ding Fan, who was already a cultivator at the Nascent Soul Mid Stage, realized that other cultivators at the Emergence Stage would find it impossible to learn the first form, as well. After all, his divine vigor couldn’t be compared to that of ordinary cultivators. When Ding Fan was merely a cultivator at the Nascent Soul Stage, his divine warrior power was already close to that of a Transcendance Tribulation Stage cultivator.
Now that Ding Fan was at the Nascent Soul Mid Stage, his divine warrior power was unparalleled, even compared to a Transcendance Tribulation Stage cultivator.
Obviously, this fist technique was not something that ordinary cultivators could easily learn since the typical divine sense was rather weak. Therefore, Ding Fan believed that apart from himself, very few cultivators could learn the Mortal Fist, except perhaps those in the Transcendance Stage, like that elder of the Dayang Sect. But Ding Fan understood that the fist technique originated from an old, dilapidated stele, which most cultivators would overlook. Even if they noticed it, their divine sense wouldn’t be strong enough, making it seem like just an ordinary stele to them.
As for Transcendance Stage cultivators, they probably wouldn’t easily pay attention to such a small, worn-out stele, which is why Ding Fan believed that, besides the elder from the Dayang Sect, there was truly no cultivator in the Cultivation World who would practice this fist technique.
Ding Fan quickly became engrossed in observing the white-clad cultivator in his mind. The cultivator’s moves were incredibly grand, not only grand, but the fist technique was executed with such cohesion. The aura exuded an indescribable sense of alertness and vigor—full of masculine energy and power, like a righteous messenger, emanating with positive energy!
But just as Ding Fan was struck with awe by the Fist Technique unleashed by the white-clothed cultivator, he suddenly realized that this technique contained a sinister aspect. In the final move of the white-clothed cultivator, both fists turned into claws, a ghostly smile appearing on his face as he lunged powerfully at Ding Fan! Ding Fan’s Divine Sense immediately felt a tremendously strong suction force pulling him towards it.
Before Ding Fan’s Divine Sense was not an empty space, clearly there were many obstacles. However, after the white-clothed cultivator executed the grasp, the powerful suction force directly tore through all the obstacles in front of Ding Fan’s Divine Sense, and the force used by the opponent was clearly not mere physical strength, but True Qi or perhaps Divine Vigor that shattered those obstacles across a certain distance, the power was indeed astonishing!
Witnessing this scene, Ding Fan was shocked and horrified, clearly not expecting the opponent’s grasp move to be this formidable. Yet, the most fatal thing for Ding Fan at this moment was his Divine Sense being firmly grasped by the opponent. Ding Fan’s heart couldn’t help but panic, trying to pull back his Divine Sense desperately, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t retrieve it.
Ding Fan could tell that the opponent’s grasp was extraordinarily formidable, it left him terrified. If he were truly caught by this attack, he wouldn’t come out unscathed. Just when Ding Fan was feeling despair, the white-clothed cultivator unexpectedly flipped his hand, causing Ding Fan’s Divine Sense to flap backward like a kite with a broken string.
Next, the white-clothed cultivator flipped his hand and directly bombarded the massive rock nearby!
Boom!
With a muffled roar, the rock instantly shattered into countless tiny fragments! The massive rock had turned into mere pebbles. Ding Fan, seeing this, was horrified, realizing that this move not only captured others but could also control them completely, pulling them as wished. Everything was perfectly under control.
Yet, Ding Fan could still feel the tremendous suction force and powerful grasp of this move, the most peculiar aspect being its ability to control others across space—truly formidable!
Ding Fan was greatly astonished, and immediately, the white-clothed cultivator smoothly retracted his stance. In the air, three large words appeared—Dragon Capturing Palm! Upon witnessing this, Ding Fan was momentarily stunned. This "Dragon Capturing Palm" was indeed extraordinary. To know that for ordinary cultivators, capturing an opponent from a distance was not an easy feat, and Ding Fan was deeply shocked.
Soon after, the white-clothed cultivator quietly disappeared. Ding Fan slowly opened his eyes as well.
Subsequently, Ding Fan began training in the courtyard. He was now enthralled by the second move of the Mortal Fist. More accurately, this second move was no longer a mere Fist Technique, but a capturing technique. Of course, it was not just a capturing form. Previously, it was accompanied by some guiding Fist Techniques. After all, Ding Fan understood that for cultivators, capturing others was no easy task.
After all, everyone was a cultivator with the existence of True Qi, and ordinary capture techniques were easily countered by cultivators. But Ding Fan knew this Dragon Capturing Palm was far from being an ordinary capturing art. It was far superior, and Ding Fan couldn’t help but yearn for it, immediately beginning his training after a brief contemplation.
Thus, Ding Fan began his practice. For a time, the Fist Technique echoed loudly under Ding Fan’s punches, and with his high level of comprehension, after seeing the second move of the Mortal Fist just once, Ding Fan had mostly memorized it. When performing this Fist Technique, Ding Fan exuded an imperial aura, a posture of a higher authority, making anyone who saw it feel fearful and amazed.
Boom boom boom!
Ding Fan unknowingly immersed himself in training...
At this moment, a young girl slowly approached Ding Fan. Her eyes were filled with spirituality, bright and clear, with an exquisite oval face and delicate nose. She was a rare beauty, indeed, and this girl was Wu Zun’s youngest daughter, Wu Qiancai. She was sent by her mother to call Ding Fan for dinner, a task she wasn’t thrilled about. Comparatively, being younger than her elder sister, she dared not disobey her parents and reluctantly complied.
It wasn’t her mother’s arrangement that bothered Wu Qiancai, but rather Ding Fan himself. If he were truly a genius handsome man, she’d be eager to invite him for a meal, but Ding Lin, being what he was, looked shabby. When Ding Fan and Wu Zun arrived, Wu Qiancai noticed Ding Lin, dressed in rags, unexpectedly possessing such low cultivation, she couldn’t even sense his True Qi Fluctuation. That was simply terrible!
Yet Wu Qiancai couldn’t understand her father, who was polite and even respectful towards that guy, almost following Ding Fan’s words to the letter, which made her baffled by her father’s actions. Previously, she heard from her sister that their parents wished her elder sister to marry him, which was simply unbelievable!
Wu Qiancai couldn’t fathom why her parents would want her sister to marry such a lousy cultivator. Her sister deserved a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator at the very least! Considering the opponent’s True Qi Fluctuation, not only did it not compare to her Nascent Soul Middle Stage, it was questionable if he even reached the Nascent Soul Stage. These thoughts made Wu Qiancai despise Ding Fan intensely.
