Chapter 927: Chapter 927

The Immortal Talisman was of utmost importance to the disciples of the Immortal Sect. At this moment, Gusu Qingwen's talisman had been lost, yet Ding Fan merely remarked indifferently, "Forget about it."

However, the talisman had already been swept away by quicksand, making it impossible to retrieve.

Due to Gusu Qingwen's use of the Facial Transformation Technique, Ding Fan failed to recognize her. "What are disciples of the Immortal Sect doing here?"

Gusu Qingwen pondered for a moment before replying, "It's better if you don't know. The more you know, the more danger will follow you."

Seeing her unwilling to elaborate, Ding Fan refrained from pressing her. Instead, he took out a Fifth Grade Foundation Building Pill from his pocket and tossed it to Gusu Qingwen.

The pill floated steadily, as though supported by an invisible hand, landing softly before Gusu Qingwen.

Gusu Qingwen was nursing injuries, and the pill could be used for her recovery.

Gusu Qingwen froze for a moment. Even in the Immortal Sect, Fifth Grade pills were rare for her to use, yet Ding Fan casually handed her one without hesitation.

After recovering from her shock, Gusu Qingwen did not hesitate further. She directly swallowed the pill.

She was well aware of her condition. With her injuries being substantial, the pill would undoubtedly aid in her healing.

After consuming the pill, a warm current spread from her dantian. Gusu Qingwen promptly sat cross-legged, concentrating on guiding and absorbing the energy.

Meanwhile, Ding Fan sat behind her, pressing a finger on one of her major acupoints, channeling his True Qi to assist in regulating her Inner Strength.

After about half an hour, Gusu Qingwen opened her eyes, while Ding Fan withdrew his energy and stepped aside.

As she circulated her Inner Strength, Gusu Qingwen was pleasantly surprised to find that most of her injuries had already healed.

If not for the Fifth Grade pill, it would have been impossible to recover so quickly. Coupled with Ding Fan's True Qi, the results had been even more effective and efficient.

Yet, Gusu Qingwen made no gesture to thank him.

Back in the Desperate Forest, Ding Fan had taken her purity, a memory now deeply entangled in her heart.

The primary reason Gusu Qingwen had come to the Mortal Realm was to witness Ding Fan's mediocrity and completely sever her emotional ties with him.

Simply put, this journey was Gusu Qingwen's attempt to sever her feelings.

Just then, Gusu Qingwen suddenly sensed the aura of the spirit-seeking mystical beast again. Without exchanging a word with Ding Fan, she turned and pursued it.

Ding Fan frowned slightly. These disciples of the Immortal Sect were truly arrogant, not even offering so much as a thank-you after being saved.

Watching Gusu Qingwen dash off after the spirit-seeking beast, Ding Fan took a few quick strides to block her path.

"What are you doing?" Gusu Qingwen asked, confusion evident in her gaze.

"The spirit beast is alert. Following it will yield no results. Instead, it will lead you into peril." Ding Fan remarked nonchalantly.

Previously, she had been trapped in quicksand and thought it a mere coincidence. Now, after Ding Fan's words, she realized the truth—it had all been orchestrated by the spirit beast.

However, after a brief hesitation, Gusu Qingwen regained her resolve. "No matter what, I must catch that spirit beast."

With that, Gusu Qingwen made another attempt to chase after the beast.

Growing impatient, Ding Fan grabbed her arm firmly. "You'll never uncover what you're seeking . From this point forward, follow me."

From Gusu Qingwen's determination, Ding Fan deduced she was likely seeking something specific through the spirit beast.

Hearing his words, Gusu Qingwen was momentarily stunned. The pursuit of the spirit beast was to locate the Seal Stone. From Ding Fan's tone, it sounded like he was also after the spirit-seeking beast.

"This is my matter. I'll handle it myself." Gusu Qingwen didn't believe an ordinary mortal like Ding Fan possessed the ability to catch the spirit beast. She immediately tried to shake off his grip.

However, Ding Fan showed no intention of releasing her arm, his grip like iron.

Attempting to break free, Gusu Qingwen realized his hand didn't loosen in the slightest.

"You're wasting time. Let go of me, or I won't be polite anymore..." Gusu Qingwen's tone turned icy.

The spirit-seeking beast was key to connecting the Immortal Sect's pathway. Gusu Qingwen had no choice but to capture it.

Ding Fan acted as though he hadn't heard her.

Frustrated, Gusu Qingwen lashed out with a palm aimed at Ding Fan's face.

Annoyance flickered in Ding Fan's eyes. After saving her, not only was there no gratitude, but now she was returning the favor with hostility. How ungrateful.

Were Immortal Realm folks really that extraordinary?

Before her palm landed, Ding Fan swiftly caught her other wrist.

"Cause more trouble, and don't blame me for being rude..." Ding Fan's voice turned cold, devoid of any warmth.

Gusu Qingwen shuddered at his words, her entire body trembling instinctively.

"You..." Gusu Qingwen was furious, yet found herself at a loss for words.

Ding Fan pushed her aside. "From now on, follow me. I'll help you find the spirit beast."

Previously preoccupied with escaping Ding Fan, Gusu Qingwen had neglected the pursuit. Now, she hastily used telekinesis to scout her surroundings. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦•𝘯𝘦𝘵

However, after a thorough search, she realized, to her disappointment, that the spirit beast had vanished without a trace.

Just as Gusu Qingwen was about to lose her temper, Ding Fan broke his silence. "Follow me."

Leaving those words behind, Ding Fan began tracking the beast.

"Fine, I'll see what you've got. If you fail, I won't let you off lightly!" Gusu Qingwen shot back coldly, trailing him.

Ding Fan moved with remarkable speed, leaving Gusu Qingwen struggling to keep up.

Watching his movements, Gusu Qingwen found herself inwardly astonished. She hadn't expected someone like Ding Fan to be so fast. As a core disciple of the Immortal Sect, her cultivation was undoubtedly far superior to his.

Back in the Dire Straits Palace, Ding Fan's cultivation level had been worlds apart from hers.

How had he progressed so much in such a short time? His swiftness now surpassed hers by leaps and bounds.

Could it be that Ding Fan was really striving to fulfill his past vow?

This thought caused Gusu Qingwen to frown, her mind involuntarily recalling the resoluteness in Ding Fan's demeanor when he made that promise.

Steadfast and determined...

While still running to keep up, Ding Fan suddenly halted, grabbing Gusu Qingwen by the shoulder.

Still sprinting, Gusu Qingwen hadn't realized what was happening before the force of her momentum was deftly neutralized.

The move was executed flawlessly. Gusu Qingwen, revered as a core disciple of the Immortal Sect and held in high regard, found herself utterly impressed.

Such skill—she couldn't replicate that even with her advanced training. The gap between her and Ding Fan felt too great.

"What's wrong?" Gusu Qingwen asked, suppressing her astonishment.

"That spirit beast is likely heading toward its lair..." Ding Fan replied calmly.

Gusu Qingwen stared in disbelief. Her telekinetic scan revealed no trace of the spirit beast in the vicinity...

Could Ding Fan's telekinesis truly surpass hers, detecting what she couldn't?

While Gusu Qingwen remained speechless from shock, Ding Fan had already started moving again.

He grabbed Gusu Qingwen's hand and dashed forward with startling speed.

Struggling to match his pace, Gusu Qingwen could only keep up thanks to his assistance.

The two raced through the landscape and soon arrived at a large sandy hollow.

Clearly an entrance, the hollow was barely wide enough for a person to crawl through—too narrow for anyone slightly larger.

Surrounding sand was steadily closing in, burying the entrance bit by bit.

Gusu Qingwen instantly understood that the spirit beast had dug this burrow as a hiding place. The shifting sands effectively concealed its location.

In this vast desert, even the sect master of the Immortal Sect would struggle to uncover such a hidden entry point.

Without hesitation, Ding Fan pulled Gusu Qingwen into the burrow.

Once inside, a narrow tunnel stretched before them.

The sand-lined walls were surprisingly firm, and the tunnel sloped downward endlessly.

Ding Fan released Gusu Qingwen and used his hands to crawl forward, as the space left no room to stand. Gusu Qingwen mimicked his movements, following closely behind.

After about five minutes of crawling, the tunnel finally opened into a broader passage where they could stand upright again.

Ding Fan led the way, Gusu Qingwen trailing behind as they surveyed their surroundings.

The space grew increasingly vast, eventually resembling an underground world of its own.

Their footsteps echoed in the emptiness, accompanied by the faint sound of flowing water.

To illuminate the area, Ding Fan conjured a small fireball, holding it in his palm.

As the flame illuminated their path, both Ding Fan and Gusu Qingwen froze at the sight above them.

Overhead stretched a network of plant roots, long since withered, hanging down in a deathly, eerie display.

From what they could see, the world above must have been a lush forest, countless years ago.

Venturing deeper, the two suddenly spotted clusters of enormous ginseng roots hanging above.

The sight left Ding Fan momentarily speechless.

The ginseng had all dried up, but judging by the thickness of the roots, each must have been centuries old when alive.

Ding Fan surmised that the spirit-seeking beast must have drained the spiritual energy from these ginseng plants...