Chapter 1105: Chapter 1105

Ding Fan sat next to Wang Hu, listening to him recount the story completely. In his heart, he felt extreme disgust toward "Captain Meng." Such scum should die soon.

Ding Fan knew that what had happened would soon be known by the other side. He couldn't help but look forward to the other side coming to find him soon.

He didn't have the time to deal with such scum, but Ding Fan wasn't one to suffer losses. He was waiting, knowing this guy would definitely come looking for him.

"I pity my parents' hard work, they've endured so much for my sake. Yet, alas, after entering the sect, I've been assigned here for less than a week. How can I continue my cultivation..."

Wang Hu sat on the ground, his brows tightly furrowed, muttering to himself. At this moment, he was somewhat doubting whether saving someone was right. Shouldn't cultivators act heroically and righteously? In the face of such outrages, shouldn't one intervene? But the consequences have been too devastating for him...

Ding Fan looked at the distressed Wang Hu and understood his feelings well. In his past life, he was just an ordinary cultivator; during his childhood, he had no relatives, not even having seen his parents. He grew up begging to survive and endured countless hardships to become a mighty figure. He knew that for cultivators from poor families, the struggle wasn't just an individual's, but the entire family's.

"Xiang Er has waited for me for so many years, yet now I cannot give her a satisfactory answer..." When Wang Hu thought of Xiang Er, whom he had been in love with for ten years, and who was at home waiting earnestly for him to return gloriously, marry her, and live a happy life.

"But I've been assigned here, without any opportunity to learn, let alone when I could become a mighty figure. I'm afraid I may never be able to marry Xiang Er in this lifetime..."

Wang Hu, with dark skin, muttered softly, with tears already glistening in his eyes. A strong man forced to shed burning tears.

Hearing Wang Hu's words, Ding Fan couldn't help but think of his time on Earth with Gusu Qingwen. He endured many hardships for her to become a powerful figure. At that moment, looking at Wang Hu's form, he understood and made a decision.

Ding Fan said to Wang Hu:

"Don't lose heart, brother. Follow me in cultivation; I'll help you."

Hearing Ding Fan's words, Wang Hu was shocked. He had seen the other's strength and didn't know how much stronger he was compared to himself—easily defeating an Early Nascent Soul Stage cultivator. It was clear how formidable his strength was. Although Wang Hu was only a step away from the Nascent Soul Stage, that step was vast, not just a minor rank difference but a whole level.

The gap between these levels is enormous. Wang Hu knew that even talented cultivators would take at least three years to go from the Fetal Breath Stage to the Nascent Soul Stage. He figured he'd be about the same. He couldn't even imagine advancing to the Nascent Soul Middle or Late Stage.

Reaching the Nascent Soul Stage, improving cultivation is like scaling impossible heights.

The prospect of such a master helping him cultivate was akin to a pie falling from the sky; he never expected it to land on him today.

"Really, Brother Fan?"

For a moment, Wang Hu couldn't believe his ears, as masters like Ding Fan rarely expended their energy helping others cultivate. Such things were unthinkable!

Ding Fan nodded at Wang Hu, looking earnestly at him. He could see Wang Hu was a righteous and loyal person, and sparing some time to guide him would not affect much.

Seeing Ding Fan nod, Wang Hu suddenly stood up, ready to kneel to Ding Fan, but Ding Fan stopped him. Grateful, Wang Hu said to Ding Fan:

"Brother Fan, from now on, I'll follow you. I'll listen to whatever you say. Please give me orders!"

Wang Hu looked gratefully at Ding Fan. Now that he had agreed to teach him cultivation, which was something he dared not even wish for, he was acutely aware that given his experiences in the Dayang Sect, it was nearly impossible to become an elder's disciple. Plus, he had offended "Captain Meng," raising the question if he could survive in the Dayang Sect.

Seeing his future dim, it was Ding Fan, Brother Fan, who illuminated his life, showing him beautiful hopes and endless tomorrows.

Afterwards, Ding Fan and Wang Hu went to their respective places. Although they each lived in separate houses, they were in the same small grove.

Ding Fan returned to his room and checked his space ring. The Frost Toad was still hibernating, and Ding Fan did not disturb it. Watching the little fellow asleep made Ding Fan hopeful it would grow soon.

When it grows, he'll have another trump card!

Ding Fan cleared out his space ring, realizing he was incredibly poor—there were few medicine pills, spiritual materials, spirit stones, or useful ores, almost none.

Ding Fan knew to reach higher cultivation, he needed abundant resources. He needed to find cultivation resources. Otherwise, once he reached a certain level of cultivation, he'd be held back.

He pulled out five or six crystal cores from Fourth Grade Yuan Beasts from his space ring, thinking they should suffice to complete the new disciple mission, and went straight to the Mission Hall.

On the way to the Mission Hall, Ding Fan met a few white-robed disciples and asked about Zhou Ruoran and the others' whereabouts. Ding Fan was very curious about the three mysterious people the Dayang Sect captured at sea. They seemed like Zhou Ruoran and the others, but he couldn't just wait for the fat elder to return. He needed to inquire and perhaps find clues.

After asking the white-robed disciples, Ding Fan realized that Dayang Sect disciples weren't all opportunistic and proud, focused on bullying the weak. Those were just a small portion. Most Dayang Sect disciples focused entirely on cultivation and weren't concerned with other matters.

Ding Fan inquired around but didn't get any news about Zhou Ruoran and the others. He knew how vast the Cultivation World was, and finding three people in the vast sea of humanity was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

However, Ding Fan was not discouraged in the slightest. No matter what, he had to find them. They entered the Cultivation World to look for him, and given how perilous the Cultivation World was, Ding Fan couldn't be at ease until he found them.

In no time, Ding Fan arrived at the Mission Hall.

The steward who saw Ding Fan walk in was utterly shocked. It must be known that the new disciple task for Ding Fan was arranged by him under the orders of Meng Haotian.

Recently, something major happened at Beihou Mountain of the Dayang Sect. A Beast Tide erupted, and phenomena occurred in the Mountain Range. Almost all cultivators who were there were killed by Yuan Beasts. How could anyone have survived!

The middle-aged steward, being well-informed due to his position in the Dayang Sect, knew that nearly fifty disciples died at Beihou Mountain recently, not to mention the outside Loose Cultivators.

Almost everyone who went to that area of Beihou Mountain of the Dayang Sect didn't return, their bodies not even retrievable.

Yet this person not only returned from Beihou Mountain, but came back unharmed, without a single wound? How unbelievable is that?

The middle-aged steward clearly remembered personally watching Ding Fan enter Beihou Mountain. How could he possibly have returned unharmed?

What is he here to do? Could it be that this guy turned back halfway from Beihou Mountain?

Yes, need to quickly inform Captain Meng.

The middle-aged steward, taking advantage that Ding Fan wasn't paying attention, called over a white-robed disciple and whispered something, after which the white-robed disciple hurriedly left.

At this moment, Ding Fan found the place to submit his task and approached the desk of the middle-aged steward. The middle-aged steward was momentarily stunned to see Ding Fan walking over.

This is the place for submitting tasks, what is he here for? Could it be seeking revenge on me?

The middle-aged steward looked on slightly uneasy as the other approached, though he wasn't afraid of retaliation, as the other didn't seem to have any cultivation, clearly a novice. The problem was the fear that causing a disturbance might lead to the sect finding out, and he could lose his steward position.

"What are you here for, disciple?"

Seeing Ding Fan approach him, the middle-aged steward asked with a somewhat peculiar expression.

Seeing the odd look, Ding Fan felt a bit confused but didn't think much of it, calmly replying:

"I'm here to submit a task, isn't this the place for that?"

Hearing Ding Fan's words, the middle-aged steward shuddered violently.

He really returned so unscathed from Beihou Mountain?

A series of questions raced through the middle-aged steward's mind, feeling as though his brain wasn't working correctly, starting to doubt Ding Fan's words. How could it be possible to know that according to Meng Haotian's orders, the task assigned was to kill three Fourth Grade Yuan Beasts.

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The other must be lying, it's absolutely impossible!

At this moment, several cultivator disciples in the Mission Hall seemed to recognize Ding Fan, remembering him from when he first came to take the task. After all, for most cultivators, Ding Fan's task was insanely difficult, downright impossible to accomplish!

It's known that the recent strange happenings at Beihou Mountain were known to all disciples, just the Beast Tide alone was a death sentence. How could anyone complete the impossible task; surviving alone was unbelievable enough!