Chapter 321: Chapter 321

"Kid, nice mouth!" Mingcuan finished speaking, directly raising the longsword in his hand. "Disciples of the Jiujiang Sect, heed my command!"

"Present!" The disciples behind Mingcuan answered in unison.

Mingcuan glanced at the Xian Shui standing beside Ding Fan. At this moment, even though Xian Shui was a disciple of the Jiujiang Sect, she didn''t respond to Mingchuan's order.

"Xian Shui, could it be that you've forgotten you are a disciple of the Jiujiang Sect?" Mingchuan coldly addressed Xian Shui.

Xian Shui pondered for a moment, then as if she had made a resolute decision, said, "Uncle Master, my benefactor saved me; I cannot repay kindness with ingratitude, even if I were to be cut to pieces, I absolutely would not draw my sword against my benefactor."

Mingcuan's eyes instantly narrowed together. "Good, very good. Since that is the case, from now on, you are no longer a disciple of my Jiujiang Sect. A woman as unchaste and unvirtuous as you are unfit to be a disciple of my Jiujiang Sect!"

At this moment, Xian Shui's eyes reddened, but she bit her lip and did not utter a single word.

"Disciples of the Jiujiang Sect, heed my command, slay this pair of treacherous lovers!" Mingchuan raised his longsword high.

Squeak... However, just at that moment, a sharp screeching sound suddenly pierced through the air.

The grating noise made everyone present feel a chill down their spine...

Clang... A shower of sparks exploded forth.

Mingcuan shouted out in surprise, and everyone turned to look. When they realized what had happened, every single person's eyes widened in utter disbelief.

Mingcuan's longsword had, by some unknown method employed by Ding Fan, been directly knocked to the ground!

Who was Mingcuan? He was one of the formidable personalities of the Jiujiang Sect, a Human Level Peak existence. He held great prestige among the multitude of disciples.

To knock the sword from such a person's hand, what level of cultivation would that require...

Mingcuan's expression also became extremely solemn. When his longsword was knocked out of his hand, he clearly felt an overwhelming power, a power that even for an instant caused him to feel despair.

"If you don''t want to die... then scram!" Ding Fan was currently toying with three iron nails in his hand.

Mingcuan, after all, was a Martial Artist at the Human Level Peak, and his experiences were not lacking. He quickly understood that it was these iron nails that Ding Fan had used to knock the weapon from his hand.

Mingcuan's brows were tightly furrowed at this time.

The horrifying power from before left a fresh memory, a power he feared even bullets wouldn't have in terms of burst strength...

Just now, Ding Fan's iron nails had struck his longsword. If Ding Fan's iron nails had hit his body instead...

The consequences were simply unimaginable.

"Very well, today's matter will not be taken lightly by the Jiujiang Sect," Mingcuan said, then waved his hand towards his disciples. "We're withdrawing!"

The disciples who had followed Mingcuan were all taken aback.

The opponent had just kicked Xian Shui's Senior Brother half to death, and given what they knew of Mingcuan, they expected him to fight to the death with Ding Fan. Mingcuan was known in the sect for having the fiery temper of a Fire Leopard.

How could these people understand that although Mingcuan had a fiery temper, it depended on whom he faced. The iron nails in Ding Fan's hands were incredibly powerful, and Mingcuan knew his own place; to go up against Ding Fan would be simply offering himself up for defeat.

Knowing you would die and yet still showing off, that's not bravado, that's stupidity!

So, that's why Mingcuan swiftly dropped a fierce line and then started to retreat in a sorry state with his followers, propping up the badly kicked Senior Brother of Xian Shui.

The people of the Jiujiang Sect left, but Xian Shui did not. She just quietly stood by Ding Fan's side.

"You're not going with them?" Ding Fan was somewhat curious as he looked towards Xian Shui.

Xian Shui pondered for a moment, then asked, "Benefactor, may I know your name?"

Xian Shui bit her lip, and after pondering for a short while, said, "Brother Fan, I have now been expelled by the sect. Can you take me in?"

Ding Fan did indeed recall Mingcuan mentioning to expel Xian Shui from the sect. However, it was also good, staying in a sect so heartless and unjust was indeed pointless.

Moreover, Xian Shui had used her body warmth to help him heal in the cave; given that, Ding Fan found it difficult to refuse.

"Alright then, you can follow me for now."

Xian Shui was initially worried that Ding Fan might hesitate, but seeing him nod, she became very happy. "Thank you, Brother Fan."

Xian Shui had grown up in the sect since she was little, and this was her first foray into the world. The erstwhile incarnation of the Jiujiang Sect was said to have been an important force in the anti-Qing, restoring the Ming movement.

Therefore, the education within the Sect is constrained by ideals of loyalty in men and chastity in women. Xian Shui's skin-to-skin contact with Ding Fan last night also counted as intimacy. In Xian Shui's heart, Ding Fan had become the person she would follow for the rest of her life.

However, to directly say to Ding Fan, "I am yours from now on," was not something Xian Shui could bring herself to do, so she could only stay by Ding Fan's side, waiting for the right opportunity to express herself in the future...

Ding Fan, taking Xian Shui with him, did not delay on the way; after walking for a little over an hour, they had left the forest behind. As luck would have it, they managed to hitch a ride.

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When Ding Fan took out the Exotic Treasure to hand it to Cheng Bufan, the unruly Qi Luomei was surprisingly astounded. She couldn't believe that Ding Fan had actually managed to snatch the Exotic Treasure back for her.

Ding Fan had never had a good impression of that willful woman; this time, he only did it for his sworn brother Cheng Bufan.

Cheng Bufan expressed his gratitude to Ding Fan. If Ding Fan hadn't retrieved the Exotic Treasure, the Sect certainly wouldn't have let him off lightly.

Ding Fan simply smiled. As for the poisoning, Ding Fan didn't mention it to Cheng Bufan at all, since the poison had already been expelled, and there was no benefit in dwelling on it.

"Second brother, I've received some news. There's going to be a large auction in Longxi City, they say it only happens once every three years. There should be some good treasures appearing. I'll go to the black market these next two days, it'd be great if I can get us a couple of tickets…"

Ding Fan had already known about this news when he was in Moha City and had even snatched Ruan Ze's invitation card. However, he didn't tell Cheng Bufan, after all, the affair in Myanmar was a matter of national interest, and he didn't want Cheng Bufan to get involved.

"Then I'll leave this matter to big brother to handle."

Cheng Bufan nodded. "Once it's sorted out, I'll contact you proactively."

Ding Fan nodded. At that moment, Ding Fan suddenly thought of something. "Some time ago, my friend Lin Qingqing was kidnapped and someone came to notify me. I wonder if it was big brother's doing."

Cheng Bufan nodded. "That day, I happened to hear about someone using Lin Qingqing to harm you. I was busy and couldn't get away, so I had someone deliver the message to you."

"Thank you, big brother. If you hadn't warned me in time that day, my friend would likely have met with disaster, and I would have been put in a passive situation," Ding Fan said.

Ding Fan was speaking the truth. If it hadn't been for Cheng Bufan informing him about Lin Qingqing's situation that day, Lin Qingqing might have been harmed, and enmity would have grown between himself and the Lin Family.

Ding Fan and Cheng Bufan chatted about some unrelated things, and then Ding Fan took Xian Shui back to the military district guesthouse.

When the staff at the military district guesthouse saw Ding Fan return with another beautiful woman, they were filled with immense envy.

All are people, all live the same life, yet look how others live; surrounded by beauties, changing every day like revolving lanterns. It's true what they say, "Comparing people can make one die of envy!"

"Brother Fan, haven't seen you for a night, did you go out to battle and level up again…"

Just as Ding Fan had arrived at the door of his room, Mu Zi sprang out like a hunting dog.

Mu Zi, catching sight of Xian Shui behind Ding Fan, stopped mid-sentence and froze in place.

Xian Shui, with her sparkling eyes, looked like a sweet and radiant woman; her cheeks were so pure and blushing, it seemed you could squeeze water from them. Mu Zi wiped her eyes, truly a bit impressed by Ding Fan — he hadn't come back for a night and brought back such a stunning woman.

Seeing Mu Zi staring at her dumbfounded, Xian Shui's face suddenly turned red with shyness again.

"This is a friend of mine. Please arrange for her to stay here temporarily," Ding Fan said.

"Hello, my name is Xian Shui," Xian Shui said gently to Mu Zi, introducing herself.

After introducing herself, Mu Zi arranged for Xian Shui to stay. Lin Qingqing had left only two days before, so her room had just become available.

After settling Xian Shui in, Mu Zi couldn't help but admire Ding Fan; indeed, there was no absence of beautiful women by his side.

Just then, a soldier ran up quickly, saluting Mu Zi and Ding Fan with proper military formality.

"Reporting, there is a woman named Mary outside asking to see Ding Fan…"

Mary? Ding Fan was puzzled for a moment, why had she come to find him here?

"Let her in," Mu Zi said, taking the initiative to arrange on Ding Fan's behalf before he even replied.

The soldier saluted and quickly left.

"Brother Fan, shall I clear out one more room downstairs in the guesthouse?" Mu Zi asked, her lovely eyes twinkling teasingly at Ding Fan.

Ding Fan, however, was not in the mood for jokes with Mu Zi. Ignoring her, he strode towards the downstairs.

Seeing that Ding Fan was ignoring her, Mu Zi didn't mind. Though she might be the center of attention in other people's eyes, she had long grown accustomed to playing second fiddle in front of Ding Fan.