Chapter 1443: Chapter 1480: Bonfire Party
At this moment, Gao Jian looked at his master who was still unconscious and on the verge of death, overwhelmed with shock and fear. He had never imagined that his master, a cultivator at the Mid Emergence Stage, could be reduced to such a state by the opponent, who had used only one hand throughout!
This was simply incredible! Yet it had indeed happened.
Gao Jian was deeply terrified, realizing that if it had been him in place of his master, he might have already suffered a worse fate countless times.
"I’ve long said that your so-called High Immortal Sect isn’t anything special."
At this moment, Ding Fan stood there with an indifferent look, somewhat mocking the opponent. He wanted to see what else the other party could say now...
Gao Jian heard Ding Fan’s words and involuntarily shivered, filled with fear. Clearly, Ding Fan was not just any Nascent Soul Stage cultivator in Gao Jian’s eyes; his master at the Emergence Stage had been reduced to that state, clearly showing unfathomable strength.
Soon, Gao Jian and the High Immortal Sect disciple who had come along quickly lifted the elder, fleeing in utter embarrassment. Only when they had run a certain distance, Gao Jian shouted back towards Ding Fan in anger:
"Just you wait, our High Immortal Sect won’t let you off!"
Ding Fan heard his words, maintaining a calm smile, entirely dismissive of the opponent. Knowing full well he had already provoked the Wild Wolf Gang, who now hated him most, Ding Fan simply didn’t care! What business are they to him!
To Ding Fan, the High Immortal Sect was of no concern either.
If they caused him trouble, he’d resort to a single solution: battle! Ding Fan understood that the so-called Great Gate Sect High Immortal Sect was essentially a relatively small sect prior, fortunate to have Spirit Severing cultivators stationed. Against Spirit Severing Initial Stage cultivators, Ding Fan could clearly put up a fight.
Moreover, Ding Fan had mastered the "Wind-like Sword Technique" and "Mortal Fist" and was not intimidated by ordinary Spirit Severing Initial Stage cultivators. Even if he couldn’t defeat the opponent, he could easily escape.
Additionally, without a fixed residence, Ding Fan believed it challenging for them to locate him.
After Gao Jian left, the Wu residence quickly regained its peace. But now Ding Fan’s once quiet room turned bustling. The caravan cultivators fully understood why Wu Dui was so welcoming and attentive to Ding Fan, admiring Wu’s foresight.
Clearly, Ding Fan was too extraordinary. After all, he had single-handedly subdued a Mid Emergence Stage cultivator, which was simply incredible! No one among them had ever witnessed someone effortlessly overcoming an Emergence Stage cultivator single-handedly, let alone someone as young as Ding Fan.
It was truly unprecedented, unheard of!
The hearts of everyone were naturally filled with curiosity; having had friendly relations with Ding Fan throughout the journey, they were determined to ask him thoroughly. Even looking at Ding Fan, their gazes were filled with admiration, which was normal, even though they were much older than Ding Fan.
But in the cultivation world, age is not the measure; evidently, the higher the cultivation and stronger the ability, the more authority one holds.
Ding Fan wasn’t annoyed by the questions from the caravan cultivators, knowing them to be straightforward individuals without much pretense. Ding Fan knew these cultivators were genuinely kind-hearted, warm, and helpful people.
Typical wuxia brothers, Ding Fan felt a kindred spirit with them, so he openly answered their questions. Even those asking him about cultivation techniques, he freely shared his knowledge.
That night, at the suggestion of everyone, Wu Zun held a bonfire party in the courtyard. Clearly, the day’s events had been extremely thrilling, even Wu Zun couldn’t shake the image of Ding Fan easily defeating the Mid Emergence Stage elder from his mind.
To Wu Zun, such events were rare. He had seen others defeat Mid Emergence Stage cultivators, but none as young and effortlessly as Ding Fan! Moreover, Wu Zun’s instinct told him witnessing this once might be a one-time occurrence.
After all, Ding Lin was outstanding, and Wu Zun understood that in today’s cultivation world, achieving Ding Fan’s feats was practically unparalleled!
Though Ding Fan had defeated the High Immortal Sect elder and Gao Jian at his residence today, he had also resolved a significant problem for his family. Wu Zun was confident that Gao Jian would not trouble his daughter in the future. Wu Zun had no fear of retaliation.
Given this area’s power balance, with certain shared rules, even the mighty High Immortal Sect could not unjustly target ordinary families, or they risked violating regional rules and incurring widespread censure or even attack.
Therefore, Wu Zun believed the High Immortal Sect wouldn’t foolishly bring trouble to him, and though he wished to prevent it, Gao Jian insisted on dueling, leaving him no choice. Wu Zun knew that should the High Immortal Sect foolishly scheme against him, he could simply flee with his family.
Compared to making connections with young talents like Ding Fan, Wu Zun knew that even if it meant offending the Gao Xian Sect, it was worth it. After all, Wu Zun understood that a cultivator like Ding Lin was one in a million. If his daughter could marry such a cultivator, their lives would be full of unending blessings, bringing Wu Zun peace of mind...
During the bonfire party, everyone was having a great time, exchanging drinks and having fun, feeling genuinely happy.
Naturally, the main attraction of the party was Ding Fan. Everyone knew that after tonight, Ding Fan would part ways and head to Lan City, and it was uncertain when they would see such an extraordinary young man again. For a moment, Ding Fan chatted freely with everyone. Ding Fan enjoyed this kind of environment, and these cultivators were all hearty individuals, making Ding Fan have a great time.
Before he knew it, Ding Fan was pushed forward, and at the same time, Wu Zun, with a face full of tipsy joy, pushed his two daughters up as well. Clearly, Wu Zun had drunk quite a bit, looking a little drunk, but his mind was very clear. Such a good opportunity had to be seized to let his two daughters make a good impression.
At this moment in Wu Zun’s heart, it wasn’t just about wanting his elder daughter to marry Ding Fan. Although his elder daughter’s reluctance made Wu Zun a bit unhappy, he was pleasantly surprised to see his younger daughter being so proactive with Ding Fan.
Soon, Wu Zun’s two daughters were pushed next to Ding Fan. At this point, Ding Fan had also drunk a little; not exactly drunk, but clearly a bit tipsy, and very happy. Ding Fan casually put his arms around the shoulders of the two girls, and both Wu Qianwen and Wu Qiancai also put their arms around the shoulders of the people beside them.
For a moment, laughter filled the air, creating a very lively and enthusiastic atmosphere. Soon, a group of people gathered around the bonfire, dancing. In their mouths, singing some ballads loudly, although Ding Fan couldn’t sing those ballads, he liked them a lot. Even though the lyrics were a bit hard to catch, the melody was bold, uplifting, and joyous...
"..."
Soon, Ding Fan was completely lost in the joyous ballads, and the two girls Wu Qianwen and Wu Qiancai beside him were also quickly immersed in the cheerful songs, unconsciously exchanging joyful smiles with each other.
At this moment, looking at the two girls, Ding Fan couldn’t help but feel a sense of pleasant satisfaction. Clearly, the two girls from the Wu family were top-tier beauties, and Ding Fan couldn’t help but feel a bit envious of Wu Zun for having such beautiful daughters. No wonder Gao Jian was relentlessly pursuing Wu Qianwen; who wouldn’t want to have such a beauty.
But clearly, at this moment Ding Fan didn’t think too much. He had completely relaxed, knowing that his heart had been tightly strung during this period; first, to find Gusu Qingwen, and second, to avenge the Dayang Sect, and find a way to restore the Dayang Sect, which were his most pressing tasks at present.
By relaxing like this now, Ding Fan truly felt very relaxed, and it was really good.
Following the lively dances, Ding Fan occasionally exchanged glances with the two beauties from the Wu family, sometimes holding hands, or being so close to each other that they could even feel each other’s warm breaths...
The entire Wu family was brightly lit with laughter echoing, and after playing for an unknown amount of time, everyone slowly returned to their rooms with a sense of satisfied nostalgia.
At this point, it was evident that Wu Qianwen had drunk too much. With Wu Zun’s help, she went straight back to her room. This made Wu Zun feel rather helpless towards his elder daughter; at such a good opportunity, she got drunk—his elder daughter was even less capable than his younger daughter. Wu Zun then carried his elder daughter with a face of bemusement and meaningfully said to his younger daughter, who was now supporting Ding Fan:
"Chai Er, take good care of him..."
Chai Er, also somewhat drunk, heard her father’s words and shyly drove him away, then sweetly smiled at Ding Fan, saying:
"Young Master Ding Fan, let me take you to your room."
"Alright..."
Ding Fan, slightly drunk, heard Chai Er’s words and agreed directly.
The moonlight shone brightly, the path to Ding Fan’s room wasn’t exactly dark, but only Ding Fan and Chai Er were on it.
As Ding Fan and Chai Er leaned on each other, Ding Fan’s hand suddenly happened to touch something soft and large. This sobered him up quite a bit, and he carefully moved his hand away unintentionally. But when Ding Fan tried to pull his arm away from under Chai Er’s arm, he realized that his arm was tightly held by Chai Er.
He could clearly feel the warmth of her body. Given that it was summer, Chai Er was dressed lightly and thinly. Ding Fan obviously sensed the smoothness and softness of her body.
Ding Fan felt a bit heated in his abdomen, but he knew he couldn’t think such thoughts. After all, he’d only known her for a day, and even if Wu Zun wanted to match them together, he couldn’t do anything irresponsible.
Just as Ding Fan wanted to forcefully pull his arm out, his hand was suddenly tightly held by her, subsequently being pulled down to her chest. For a moment, Ding Fan’s hand was awkwardly caught there, neither here nor there...
