Chapter 1072: Chapter 1072

No one knew how much time had passed before Ding Fan slowly opened his eyes.

By this time, a layer of seaweed had already covered Ding Fan, indicating that this session of meditation wasn't brief.

However, there was nothing surprising about this to Ding Fan, for in the cultivation world, time was of no essence. In a past life, Ding Fan once meditated for nearly ten years.

Judging by the seaweed covering him, it seemed that this time he had meditated for at least a year.

Ding Fan circulated the True Qi within him, and a wave of warmth spread through his body.

The powerful True Qi made Ding Fan feel extraordinarily comfortable.

Yet, when Ding Fan used his Divine Sense to inspect within, his mouth hung open in shock.

Inside him, the Golden Core had transformed into a child sitting cross-legged.

Had he really reached the Nascent Soul Stage?

Before he meditated, Ding Fan was only at the mid-stage of the fetal breath technique, and upon opening his eyes, he had already reached the Nascent Soul Stage.

Upon further examination, Ding Fan was astonished to find that he had not only entered the Nascent Soul Stage, but was also in the Late Nascent Soul Stage.

He had never reached this level in his past life.

Originally, when Ding Fan was reborn on Earth, he had wondered whether he could ever survive to reach the Nascent Soul Stage. Yet now, he had not only reached it but had also entered the Late Nascent Soul Stage!

Ding Fan recalled the Heritage Golden Core he had used before.

Without that Golden Core, he wouldn't have been able to advance so many ranks at once.

Ding Fan held deep respect for the predecessor who left that Heritage Golden Core.

This Golden Core had enabled him to leap several levels instantaneously. It made Ding Fan wonder just how powerful the predecessor who left it behind must have been.

Ding Fan stood up and shook off the seaweed. Then he passed through the stone wall again and followed the passage back to the sea.

On the sea surface, Ding Fan rose into the air with Sword Control, eager to learn how much time had passed during his retreat and how his family and friends were faring.

He flew a short distance with Sword Flight and soon spotted a cargo ship on the sea. Ding Fan hesitated for a moment but then descended to inquire about the time.

On the deck, a man was tied to a post, surrounded by a dozen or so others.

Upon closer inspection, the bound man was none other than Huang Can, the commander-in-chief of Yongfan Island's three armies.

"If you can get us to Yongfan Island, then we won't kill you," said one man in broken Huaxia, addressing Huang Can.

"Don't even think about it. How could I let you Restoration Organization people harm our own people?" Huang Can snorted, replying to the man.

At the shout from someone, several people started beating Huang Can. It wasn't long before he was left bruised and battered.

"Stop, don't kill him!" A middle-aged man came over and ordered everyone to cease.

The group stepped back, obedient to his words.

"Our... our Island Master won't let you off easy," Huang Can said, panting heavily.

The middle-aged man glanced at Huang Can. "Your Island Master disappeared two years ago. Do you really think he will come to save you? It's impossible. For all you know, he might already be dead."

The man's words were met with roaring laughter from those present.

Huang Can gritted his teeth tightly. Though reluctant to admit it, their Island Master, Ding Fan, had indeed vanished two years ago. Huang Can had been checking nearby deserted islands for any news of Ding Fan when he was captured by these Japanese Restoration Organization members.

"Boy, if you don't want to die, take us to Yongfan Island now. Once we're done, we won't just let you go but will also reward you handsomely," the middle-aged man proposed. "As the commander of Yongfan Island's three armies, your words could let us in without a check; it should be no problem."

"You might as well kill me," Huang Can scoffed. "Yongfan Island is the fruit of the general's life work. I owe him a debt of gratitude and can't lead you there to harm his island. Don't waste your time. Just kill me."

He lifted his head defiantly, prepared to face death.

Seeing Huang Can's resolve, the middle-aged man's gaze sharpened. "Very well, I will fulfill your wish."

He gestured to his followers. "Take your knives and slice off his flesh piece by piece for me."

With a cold smile, he added, "Our Japanese swords are very sharp. Rest assured, you will be able to witness your heart beating as we strip it from your chest."

The crowd erupted with another round of cruel laughter.

Huang Can glared at the middle-aged man, filled with hatred. "You'll die a miserable death!!"

"Whether or not I die miserably, I don't know, but I do know you'll die before I do," the man retorted, signaling his men to proceed.

A young man slowly approached Huang Can, holding a Japanese sword.

"Boy, don't say we didn't give you a chance. If you regret it now, I can stop," the young man said coldly to Huang Can.

"Get lost! If you're going to do it, do it fast! I'm not afraid of you!" Huang Can said, closing his eyes directly.

The young man saw this and didn't waste any words, raising the machete in his hand and slashing directly at Huang Can.

Huang Can gritted his teeth tightly, having already prepared to die. Ding Fan had given him a chance to prove himself, and there was no way he would betray Ding Fan to save himself.

Just as the opponent's katana was about to hit Huang Can, a gust of wind suddenly arose, carrying a chilling sharpness.

One could even feel a wave of coldness.

Huang Can was startled when a person's silhouette had somehow appeared in front of him.

Upon seeing this figure, Huang Can almost burst into tears. Who else could it be if not Ding Fan?

The young man who was about to slash at Huang Can was now utterly terrified.

The flesh on his chest had been completely sliced off, and everyone around could clearly see his beating heart.

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The middle-aged man was dumbfounded.

They didn't even see how the newcomer did it, yet their men had already been sliced .

"How... how is this possible?!"

The most unimaginable thing for the middle-aged man was, in the vast sea, when did the other party come aboard their ship?

Could he fly, coming here by flight?

"General! I thought I would never see you again. This is great... just great..."

Huang Can, who hadn't shed a tear despite being beaten badly, couldn't control his tears upon seeing Ding Fan. Tears flowed down uncontrollably.

With a casual wave of his hand, the ropes binding Huang Can fell off instantly.

Huang Can was evidently seriously injured, struggling to stand up from the ground.

Ding Fan glanced at Huang Can, his eyes filled with murderous intent. He turned his head directly towards the several Japanese across from him. "You all deserve to die!"

The middle-aged man suddenly felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar, his whole body cold.

The middle-aged man never expected to encounter Yongfan Island's Island Master Ding Fan here. They had heard of Ding Fan before; previously, Ding Fan had single-handedly eliminated a secret base of the Restoration Organization.

Over the past two years, out of fear of Ding Fan, the Restoration Organization hadn't dared to provoke Yongfan Island.

But two years passed, and after extensive investigations, the Restoration Organization learned that Ding Fan had disappeared, which is why they planned this revenge on Yongfan Island.

However, what the middle-aged man didn't expect was Ding Fan appearing on his deck at this moment.

"Get rid of him for me!"

After all, the middle-aged man was the leader among these people. If he showed no action and was scared motionless, he'd be doomed upon returning to the Restoration Organization.

So now, even if he had to grit his teeth, he had to lead his men to confront Ding Fan.

The people behind the middle-aged man weren't fools. Just now, Ding Fan made one move, and the previous man became a skeleton. Even if they had more people, going up would still mean death, wouldn't it?

Thus, after the middle-aged man gave the order, no one intended to go up and fight Ding Fan.

"I... I surrender, don't kill me!"

At this moment, a thin man didn't say a word, directly throwing the katana in his hand to the ground, then knelt before Ding Fan with a thud.

Seeing someone surrender, the people around quickly threw away the weapons in their hands and knelt down. "I surrender!"

"Don't kill me, I surrender!"

"I'm sorry, I was wrong, don't kill me!"

Ding Fan, now at the Nascent Soul Late Stage, had such an overwhelming presence that these mere mortals couldn't withstand it.

The middle-aged man saw his men's reactions and felt like crying.

He initially planned to confront Ding Fan once, then to surrender, showing that resistance was futile. But who knew his men weren't foolish either, all kneeling before him to beg for mercy first.

The middle-aged man didn't delay either. He knelt as well. "Uncle... Grandfather... please don't kill me!"

This middle-aged Japanese man had some understanding of Huaxia Country.

Typically, when begging for mercy, if you call the other person 'grandfather,' there's a high chance they might spare you.

Now, in order to save his life, he didn't care much and outright called Ding Fan 'grandfather.'

"What were you all planning to do at Yongfan Island?" Ding Fan wasn't in a hurry to make a move, asking calmly.

"I'll speak. We were planning to go to Yongfan Island to blow up the port and then coordinate with our Restoration Organization's terrorist attack," the middle-aged Japanese man answered without hesitation.

Previously, he had knelt late, now he just hoped his proactive answer would satisfy the other party...