Wang Hu and the others found the handso young man's words extrely laughable. The opponent was rely a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, who in their own sect would only be a lowly outer disciple, yet he dared to be so boastful. To watch him carry himself in such a gentlemanly manner was to see nothing more than a brainless fool.
Ding Fan had long since begun his inner study of the "Wind-like Sword Technique" and "Mortal Fist". Naturally, he had no interest in listening to the other's preachings, which sounded like the biggest joke under heaven. The Vice City Lord of Dancheng, a Grade Nine Alchemist, the big brother of the Thirty-Six Lake Masters, the sect master of Dayang Sect, being lectured by a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator—Ding Fan couldn't help but feel like bursting into laughter at the thought.
It was utterly ridiculous.
Ding Fan didn't care to argue, the purpose of having the two youths with him was rely to obscure people's eyes and ears. Given that such a large caravan had several Nascent Soul Stage cultivators, it would seem more plausible.
"Ding Fan, have you rembered what I told you? I'm doing this for your good. Ordinary people like you are no match for cultivators. Even the lowest-level cultivator can easily kill you, understand? As ordinary people, you need to learn to submit, you understand?"
Wang Feng spoke earnestly, his pride clearly visible.
"Ding Fan?"
At this mont, Wang Feng noticed Ding Fan seed sowhat absent-minded and frowned whilst looking at him.
Ding Fan responded with a faint smile.
Seeing Ding Fan's casual deanor and attire, Wang Feng felt slightly irritated, coupled with a sense of disappointnt. He sighed heavily and simply stopped talking, his eyes frequently revealing imnse contempt while looking at the crowd, as if they were a lantable group of insignificant ants.
anwhile, the black-clothed young man simply remained seated in the carriage, cultivating cross-legged, occasionally opening his eyes to look at Ding Fan and the others with disdain. The black-clothed youth didn't wish to be like the handso man, talking so much with them. They were a group of ordinary, insignificant ants, and no matter how much was said, they remained a humble existence in the Cultivation World.
Any cultivator could easily stamp them out!
Once the handso man stopped speaking, the entire "caravan" fell silent, leaving only the sounds of the carriage moving and armor clinking. Unbeknownst to anyone, they had exited the dense forest and arrived at an area of shrubs. The surrounding area had only so low shrubs, with a few tall trees scattered sporadically on either side of the path. The path wasn't very wide, but it was enough to accommodate Ding Fan and the company with their horses and carriages.
"Brother Fan, there's soone herding livestock ahead, blocking the road."
After a while of walking, a disciple scouting ahead ca to Ding Fan's horse and reported respectfully to him.
Wang Feng sneered at the disciple's earnest report to Ding Fan, thinking that Ding Fan was just a caravan leader and nothing more. Was there really a need for such seriousness and respect? Perhaps this was the lant of ordinary people, like ants.
Despite being as insignificant as an ant, they insist on putting on airs!
Ding Fan paid no mind to the obvious expressions of the handso youth beside him and simply instructed the horse-mounted disciple:
"Clear the road and ensure it remains open. But do not be unreasonable! And don't resort to force!"
"Yes!" The disciple responded respectfully, mounted the horse, and galloped away with a whip.
Hearing Ding Fan's words made Wang Feng find it all the more laughable!
"No force allowed? May I ask what force you have? Is it nothing but brute strength?"
Wang Feng murmured to himself, not fearing that Ding Fan and the others would overhear, as he actually intended for them to hear. After all, the other party consisted only of ordinary people, yet pretended with grand posturing and told his subordinates to refrain from using force?
Perhaps the herder up ahead was a cultivator, and even with all your people combined, you might not be their match!
Wang Hu and the others shot a deep glare at Wang Feng, then turned their heads away; even the scenery on the roadside was more pleasant to look at than that damn kid.
Ding Fan wasn't concerned, remaining focused on the study of the "Wind-like Sword Technique" and "Mortal Fist". One of Ding Fan's trump cards at this ti was the third style of the "Wind-like Sword Technique". Ding Fan knew this sword technique was no ordinary existence and was surely among the best of sword techniques. Although it couldn't compare to the Mortal Fist, it was already outstanding among sword techniques.
Ding Fan could even sense the imnsely broad-minded spirit of the creator of this sword technique. This set of sword techniques was likely created by the creator with a single stroke, flowing smoothly as if inspired by a sudden idea. Although a bit hastily conceived, it was undoubtedly the creator's highest achievent.
Ding Fan knew that in ancient Huaxia Country, Li Bai wrote poetry in a drunken state. Although it was a spur-of-the-mont creation, after sobering up, he could never achieve that level again. Ding Fan thought that perhaps the creator of the "Wind-like Sword Technique" was similar...
In deep thought, Ding Fan nad this third style of swordsmanship because its transformations were formless and the technique was very strange, thus nad — Bai Wu Sword Style. It implies that the swordsmanship is as formidable as Bai Wuchang, and once the sword technique is unleashed, it will surely claim a life!
At the sa ti, Ding Fan began to study the swordsmanship of these four styles. Although Ding Fan was riding a horse and couldn't wield a sword at the mont, the "Wind-like Sword Technique" manual was completely imprinted in his mind, so he did not need to look at the manual and had already started practicing in his mind.
However, the fourth style of swordsmanship was even more mysterious than the third, leaving Ding Fan montarily puzzled.
After a short while, Ding Fan and the others suddenly stopped in their tracks. In front of them, not far from the path, nearly a hundred mountain goats were blocking the way. The herder, sweating profusely, swung his long whip, trying to drive away the goats that were severely obstructing the road. Despite the whipping, the goats appeared as headless flies, scurrying around but gathering on the path.
At that mont, a disciple who had co to report to Ding Fan was also holding a wooden stick, continuously hitting the goats. Yet, for reasons unknown, the goats continued to block the path, causing Ding Fan, Wang Hu, and the others to feel quite anxious.
At this point, the disciple among the goats saw the squad had arrived and ran under Ding Fan's horse, telling Ding Fan with great difficulty:
"Brother Fan, the goats in front are unwilling to leave due to the lush grass. I've tried everything, but to no avail."
As the disciple spoke, a bitterness welled up in his heart, clearly not expecting such a situation where a flock of goats blocked the way. If True Qi could be used, the disciple felt confident in driving the goats away, but the sect leader had ordered that they must not be disrespectful or use force. This left no options.
He had already persuaded the herder, who was an honest person, to drive the goats away upon hearing there was a large caravan behind. But alas, the goats encountered lush grass not commonly seen, and were engrossed, ignoring anyone's words, leaving both himself and the herder with troubled faces.
"Sorry, sorry young heroes, it's my ineptitude in herding; I can't manage these animals all at once, causing you trouble. So sorry... so sorry..."
At that mont, the herder realized he could not drive the goats and walked with so difficulty to Ding Fan and others, apologizing sincerely. The herder looked gaunt, evidently a simple herder. As he spoke, he couldn't help but bow deeply to Ding Fan and others...
Ding Fan dismounted, helped the elder up, and smiled while comforting him:
"It's alright, elder; we have many people. We'll help you drive the goats away."
"Thank you, thank you... My apologies..." The elder, sowhat fearful and grateful, spoke to Ding Fan with a trembling voice.
Rumble...
A deafening explosion sounded, instantly creating a large pit amidst the goat herd. Many goats were mangled or had their insides spilled, dying on both sides of the path. The surviving goats scread sharply and fled in terror, no longer in the mood to enjoy the feast.
Suddenly, the path beca clear, but a lingering trail of thick blood remained.
Seeing this, Ding Fan was shocked, then glared sharply at Wang Feng, who was clapping his hands in satisfaction.
Wang Feng, noticing Ding Fan's gaze, responded proudly and triumphantly:
"I told you before; cultivators are different from ordinary people. A flock of goats might trouble you, but for a cultivator, it's a matter of re ease! Hahaha..."
Ding Fan, hearing his words, felt an overwhelming anger, beginning to question if it was right to travel with these two.
Wang Hu and several elders from Dayang Sect saw Wang Feng's actions and were equally angry. Though cultivators have much stronger powers than ordinary people, even so spell techniques, it absolutely doesn't justify committing immoral acts.
Even if cultivators refine their bodies and cultivation, its core remains the heart. Only those cultivators whose hearts are filled with benevolence can truly be called a cultivator. Clearly, like Wang Feng, rely flaunting in front of ordinary people, even harming the innocent, is unworthy of being called a cultivator.
At this mont, Wang Hu and others looked towards Ding Fan. As long as the sect leader nodded in agreent, they would undoubtedly teach the pair a lesson, remove their arrogance, and call Brother Feng. It was recklessly brazen to disobey the sect leader's order to drive the goats. Yet, they suddenly used spell techniques, killing nurous goats—didn't they heed the sect leader's command!
But Ding Fan still gave Wang Hu a negative gesture, though his impression of Wang Feng and the pair was already poor. Ding Fan began considering when to separate from them, yet felt helpless, as he was currently disguising as a caravan to relocate, and absolutely couldn't reveal his cultivation.
Otherwise, if discovered by the Wild Wolf Gang, all previous efforts would be in vain...
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