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 sowhat arrogant. Clearly, they seed 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 rely 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 extrely haughty, the arrogance was still evident in their eyes. One fair-skinned, handso young man, with skin as delicate as a woman's, asked Ding Fan and the others.
"What's the matter?"
Ding Fan directly retorted.
The handso young man heard Ding Fan's words, and noticing that he seed 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 handso young man maintained a polite deanor, sowhat 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 rchants 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 handso 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 so remote backwater where the cultivators are frogs at the bottom of the well? How could soone with just Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivation boast so much? Not only Wang Hu found this amusing; so 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 n 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 rchant group and help handle so 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 amusent 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 diocre 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 sowhat 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 handso 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 na, brother?"
As the group moved forward, a boy with sowhat feminine features rode up beside Ding Fan, with a strange sense of superiority on his face, and asked.
"You can call Ding Fan," Ding Fan replied indifferently.
Ding Fan was not afraid of the other knowing his identity. Although his na was relatively well-known on Donglai Continent, it wasn't universally recognized. Moreover, he noticed that the other didn't appear to be soone significant, just a frog at the bottom of a well.
"Oh? Ding Fan? Sounds familiar, but I can't rember where I've heard it..."
The handso boy pondered but couldn't recall where he'd heard the na Ding Fan. However, he vaguely rembered a Nascent Soul Stage senior ntioning this na, but it seed to have no connection with the ordinary cultivator in front of him. After all, if a Nascent Soul Stage senior ntioned soone, they must be remarkable, so it probably wasn't this person—perhaps he was mistaken...
"No matter, let tell you, little Ding..." the handso man continued.
"How dare you!"
Before the handso 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 handso man's words, feeling a bit of anger towards this young man.
The handso man looked at Wang Hu in surprise, seeing his fierce, almost predatory eyes, and felt sowhat flustered. The handso 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 n got a bit carried away; don't take it personally. But it's best to call 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 ti. 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 so ti, to have the ans to contend with the Wild Wolf Gang.
Wang Hu and the others understood Ding Fan's aning. Their expressions quickly returned to calm, even though they were furious with the handso boy, they had no choice but to ignore him for now...
Turning back, Ding Fan looked at the handso boy riding beside him, wondering how soone 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 Brother Feng."
The handso 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 mont, 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 . It's only because I'm cultured that I won't stoop to his level."
The handso 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 mont of irrationality...
Now, thinking back on his embarrassing timid reaction, the handso man was slightly ashad and angry.
"You need to know, Ding Fan, that as ordinary people, you're no match for cultivators. Don't even ntion Nascent Soul Stage cultivators like ; 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 . Understand? I'm doing this for your own good!"
"Ding Fan, your underling was just shouting at . If it were my irritable junior, your underling might not even be breathing by now!"
The handso man seed 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!
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