Chapter 1095: Chapter 1095

Ding Fan was well aware that the two white-robed disciples before him were probably acting under orders, and he assumed that the place where he would reside in the future must be quite special.

Ding Fan decided to wait until they arrived before making any judgments, curious about what these two white-robed disciples might arrange.

After a while, as Ding Fan had almost predicted, he was taken to a very remote area of the Dayang Sect. They walked for a long time without seeing even a single house, just patches of vegetable gardens on the ground, surrounded by forests, making the place evidently quiet.

After passing through a forest, a very dilapidated house appeared in Ding Fan's view. The house was basically still habitable, although it was extremely rundown, with some windows and walls having chipped away edges and corners.

"This is your dormitory,"

one of the white-robed disciples said to Ding Fan, their face carrying a hint of mockery.

Upon hearing this, Ding Fan calmly replied:

"Fine, I like it here."

For Ding Fan, this place wasn't all that bad. He preferred more tranquil environments, and here, surrounded by forests, it was almost impossible to encounter anyone. Although this location was far from the Dayang Sect's center, the spiritual energy here was no different.

The two white-robed disciples were taken aback by Ding Fan's words, glancing at him in disbelief. They couldn't fathom anyone liking such an environment.

Clearly, from their expressions, a standard male cultivator's dormitory must be much better than this. But for Ding Fan, that was not necessarily the case. After all, his purpose in coming here was to find Zhou Ruoran, Gusu Qingwen, and Ye Ningbing and to refine his own cultivation using secret methods known only to him.

At this moment, the place was sparsely populated and quiet, making it absolutely trouble-free for Ding Fan.

Subsequently, the two white-robed disciples cast a disdainful glance at the rundown house Ding Fan entered and then departed.

Ding Fan entered the room, and inside there was a thick layer of dust, though the furniture and other items were all intact.

He promptly started cleaning up.

After a short while, Ding Fan had the entire room spotless.

After cleaning the room, Ding Fan sat on a chair, contemplating. He knew he had come to the Dayang Sect to find Zhou Ruoran, Gusu Qingwen, and Ye Ningbing, and should ask some disciples about the sect's discovery of those three mysterious visitors at sea.

However, Ding Fan also understood that such matters might not be known to ordinary disciples. Suddenly, Ding Fan recalled the chubby elder who had given him a wooden token. He planned to ask this person for clues later.

Ding Fan then crossed his legs and began meditating, aware that his level of cultivation, though outstanding for someone of the younger generation in the Cultivation World, would still be inadequate against true experts. Thus, his priority was to find Zhou Ruoran and the others and quickly enhance his strength.

Yet Ding Fan knew well that cultivation improvements couldn't happen in a short time; they required persistent effort over time.

He decided not to waste time, focusing first on his cultivation and familiarizing himself with the surroundings and the Dayang Sect. Later, he would gather more information to find Zhou Ruoran, Gusu Qingwen, and Ye Ningbing.

After meditating for a while, Ding Fan became entirely focused and entered a state of concentration. The spiritual energy here was indeed denser than outside, making this an excellent place for cultivation. As time passed, Ding Fan's senses became extremely keen, and he soon realized that the spiritual energy here was slightly more plentiful than at the Dayang Sect's center.

Upon careful observation, Ding Fan soon discovered the reason for the abundance of spiritual energy: a large portion was actually emanating from the mountain range to the north.

Realizing this, Ding Fan was pleasantly surprised and resolved to visit the Dayang Sect's northern mountain range later. Based on his past experiences, places rich in spiritual energy usually harbored more treasures. He would take a look then, perhaps encountering an opportunity.

After nearly an hour of cultivation, Ding Fan clearly felt his energy was more vigorous.

Just as Ding Fan was about to conclude his session, his divine sense inadvertently extended outward, noticing someone approaching.

Yet, when Ding Fan extended his divine sense to observe the person, he realized that the individual possessed a formidable power capable of blocking his divine sense, preventing him from seeing the person's specifics.

Who could this be? Ding Fan's heart grew cautious.

Such phenomena were rare for Ding Fan, as almost no one had ever blocked his divine sense. Even against powerful beings, his divine sense should detect something, even if the other party consciously obstructed it, he should still perceive the deliberate blocking sensation.

However, at this moment, Ding Fan felt that the other party was not consciously obstructing but rather exuded an aura that naturally shielded his divine sense, seemingly a natural protective instinct of a superior being.

How could Ding Fan not be shocked at this?

Despite feeling unsettled, Ding Fan did not feel excessive fear, for he did not sense any malice from the person but rather a hidden aura full of endurance, timeless and unchanging.

The door emitted a somewhat piercing sound as it opened, and the room's extremely shabby wooden door swung open.

An elderly person in tattered clothes appeared. The elder was short in stature, with a face full of wrinkles, yet their eyes were exceptionally clear without the cloudiness typical of the elderly. The elderly person's expression was not particularly pleased as he gazed at the cross-legged Ding Fan.

"Elder, what brings you here?"

At this moment, Ding Fan saw the elder enter and immediately rose to his feet, respectfully addressing him.

The elder, however, did not respond to Ding Fan's question. Instead, he sized him up from head to toe, shaking his head involuntarily before dismissively saying:

"This area is under my jurisdiction, so I'm just here to take a look. It's been several hundred years since anyone's come here, and now that someone finally has, it turns out to be nothing special!"

After saying this, the elder ignored Ding Fan's reaction and exited the room without another word.

Once the elder left the room, Ding Fan, bewildered, wanted to go out and have a look. However, when he stepped outside, he found that the elder had completely vanished.

This surprised Ding Fan, making him even more aware that the person was certainly not ordinary.

After glancing around outside for a while, Ding Fan returned to his room, astonished that such an eminent person was in this desolate place. However, he could only speculate about the elder's identity and capability, as he had no way of truly knowing. Newest update provıded by 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹⟡𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⟡𝙣𝙚𝙩

Since the elder seemed to have no malicious intentions, Ding Fan decided there was no reason for concern.

Subsequently, Ding Fan planned to resume his cross-legged cultivation when suddenly, his Divine Sense detected a group of people approaching.

This time, Ding Fan used his Divine Sense to see clearly that the group consisted of Lianzi, Liu Yan, and Meng Zihao.

In no time, the three of them knocked and entered directly.

"Brother Fan, why are you living in a place ? It's utterly unreasonable!"

Upon seeing Ding Fan, Lianzi couldn't understand why he was living in such conditions and expressed her shock. In her heart, Ding Fan deserved to live in the best environment due to his outstanding performance in the examination, as he was the only disciple admitted to the Dayang Sect without having to undergo the full assessment!

Lianzi couldn't fathom why such a talented individual was placed in such an environment, hence her expression of confusion.

"Indeed, Brother Fan, it's unfair to you!" Liu Yan chimed in, appearing puzzled.

Meanwhile, Meng Zihao's heart blossomed with joy upon seeing Ding Fan's dwelling. He inwardly thought, "This is what you get for crossing me!" Although Meng Zihao thought this, his face remained expressionless, showing no change, though the corners of his eyes couldn't conceal a hint of satisfaction.

Hearing their words, Ding Fan smiled faintly:

"I find it quite suitable here, very peaceful. What brings you here?"

Upon hearing Ding Fan's words, Lianzi, feeling wronged on Ding Fan's behalf, said:

"There's nothing good about it. Liu Yan and I wanted to come see you. We thought your place would be the best, but..."

Ding Fan felt a warmth in his heart at Lianzi's words but said nothing. Meanwhile, Meng Zihao, putting on a seemingly insincere look, glanced around the environment and said:

"Brother Fan is a sage, so naturally, his living conditions are different. How could we compare with Brother Fan? Look at this shabby place; isn't it perfect for focused cultivation? Unlike my place, which is full of bonsais and murals, it's so easy to get distracted... Haha... Right, Brother Fan?"

Upon hearing the veiled mockery, Ding Fan remained silent, gazing coldly at Meng Zihao. He knew that his current living conditions, along with the previous attacks from Dayang Sect disciples, undoubtedly had something to do with this fellow.

But at this moment, Ding Fan did not rush to action. Someone of such little importance didn't warrant much of his attention.

Beside him, Lianzi cast a resentful glance at Meng Zihao, then said:

"Meng Zihao, we didn't ask you to come. If you want to leave, hurry up and go. Oh, and don't forget, no matter where Brother Fan lives, gold will always shine! Stones from a latrine are a nuisance anywhere!"

Upon hearing Lianzi's words, Meng Zihao's face turned dark, his eyes filled with resentment towards Ding Fan. He couldn't understand why Lianzi favored this poor boy over himself, someone as excellent as he was!

Within Dayang Sect, he had a prominent status, his cousin even held a captain's position. The environment he lived in might not be an earthly paradise, but it was leaps and bounds better than Ding Fan's!

What made him less than this boy?

With a look of lingering grievance, Meng Zihao glared at Ding Fan.

Yet Ding Fan met his gaze with amusement, then coldly said:

With that, Ding Fan gestured coldly, ushering them out.