Chapter 945: Chapter 945

Ding Fan gave a few more instructions before finally sending Gusu Qingwen away.

Mount Lu was now a territory of tigers and dragons, with Ghost Sect members lurking and spying for opportunities. Gusu Qingwen carried the Seal Stone, which was crucial to opening the Immortal Sect passage, so naturally, Ding Fan couldn't allow her to remain here.

After sending Gusu Qingwen away, Ding Fan instructed Duorou to once again change his appearance. He hadn't killed Song Jiacheng earlier, and if his previous face were recognized, it could lead to unnecessary trouble.

Returning to Lushan City, Ding Fan took a night to rest and recover.

That night, Ding Fan didn't idle. After isolating himself, he directly began alchemy.

Considering the upcoming Hidden Sect auction, going empty-handed would be futile if rare treasures showed up. Naturally, he had to prepare a few extraordinary items.

Opening the pill furnace, Zizai emerged to assist him.

Currently, Zizai had reached the Spiritual Communication Stage. With three streaks of red fur on its forehead, it was strikingly eye-catching. Though still the size of a thumb, its vibrant eyes and demeanor resembled a little adult.

Zizai's combat strength was astonishing—it could easily overpower Earth Level Fourth or Fifth Grade martial artists.

Tonight, Ding Fan decided to primarily focus on refining Foundation Building Pills. He prepared spirit grass ingredients while Zizai busily tended to the Heavenly Flame in the Ancient Cauldron.

Ding Fan's Divine Sense was exceptionally powerful. He could even detect the subtle changes in the spirit grass during refinement.

He found it peculiar. Back in the Cultivation World, even during his Nascent Soul Stage, his Divine Sense wasn't as strong as it was now—despite being two major levels away from the Nascent Soul Stage.

He had often pondered this anomaly, but each time, he came up empty. Perhaps it was due to Earth's unique circumstances.

Ding Fan crushed several spirit grasses and tossed them into the pill furnace. Zizai, having accompanied Ding Fan in numerous alchemical endeavors, obediently monitored the furnace's temperature.

Man and beast worked in tandem. By dawn, a batch of pills had successfully been refined.

Ding Fan had been occupied with various errands recently, leaving little time for alchemy. Despite the hiatus, his pill-refining skills hadn't deteriorated. On the contrary, he had gained new insights into alchemy.

He was eager to see what breakthroughs this batch of pills might bring.

Up to now, Ding Fan's highest-grade pill was Grade Seven. This time, he felt the batch might surpass that level.

With a wave of his right hand, the pill furnace opened, releasing an exotic fragrance that filled the air.

Thankfully, Ding Fan wasn't worried about outsiders catching a whiff. Before starting alchemy, he had already sealed the room using a Formation to block the aroma from spreading outside.

The crucial moment of pill retrieval had arrived. Ding Fan carefully used spatial manipulation to guide the pills out of the furnace. Five pills floated out one by one.

"Spirit Level... Spirit Level..." As Divine Sense scanned the pills upon emergence, Ding Fan was momentarily stunned.

Among the five pills, one of them turned out to be a Spirit Level Grade One Pill Pellet.

Pills range in quality from First Grade to Grade Nine. Beyond Grade Nine lies an entirely different category: Spirit Level.

Spirit Level pills were extraordinarily rare—almost unheard of on Earth, and even in the Cultivation World, they were considered invaluable.

In his days within the Cultivation World, Ding Fan had never managed to refine a Spirit Level pill. Yet here he was, on Earth, with scarce cultivation resources, achieving what had once seemed impossible.

Treating it like a priceless treasure, Ding Fan carefully stored the Spirit Grade pill in a Little Gourd. Even after securing it, he couldn't shake the surreal feeling. In the Cultivation World, only top-tier alchemists could produce Spirit Level pills.

Ding Fan analyzed the factors contributing to this unprecedented achievement.

He concluded that the key element was his extraordinary Divine Sense.

Compared to other cultivators, Ding Fan's Divine Sense far exceeded the norm.

It was precisely due to his potent Divine Sense that he could meticulously monitor every tiny change during the spirit grass refinement process—ultimately allowing him to craft the Spirit Level pill.

Satisfied with the outcome, Ding Fan stored the remaining pills. Apart from the Spirit Level pill, the batch included one Grade Nine pill and three Grade Seven pills.

He neatly collected all the pills with contentment.

Checking the time, Ding Fan realized there was just one day left before the Mount Lu Hidden Sect auction. He decided to head there early.

With this decision made, Ding Fan promptly checked out of his room.

Leaving the hotel, Ding Fan was about to hail a cab when a luxurious car suddenly sped recklessly toward him.

The car's momentum was immense.

Ding Fan shifted slightly to avoid it. The vehicle then smashed into the stone lion at the hotel entrance, its entire front crumpling into a mangled wreck.

The luxury car was now completely totaled. Nearby onlookers rushed over, speculating about the driver's condition.

Ding Fan used Divine Sense to check, finding the driver unharmed—a martial artist with cultivation around Earth Level Fifth Grade.

Though the car was wrecked, it wasn't enough to endanger the driver's life.

Ding Fan turned to leave, deciding not to involve himself further.

But before he had walked far, the car door was flung open, and a man jumped out.

"Hey, kid! Did I say you could leave?"

The man shouted arrogantly at Ding Fan.

After yelling, he charged at Ding Fan, aiming a kick directly at his lower back.

Ding Fan frowned deeply. The man was outrageously obnoxious—after nearly causing an accident, instead of apologizing, he now wanted to fight.

Divine Sense showed that the man's kick was incredibly powerful—strong enough to shatter a stele with ease.

If it landed on an ordinary person, it could easily take their life without question.

Such unreasonable belligerence greatly displeased Ding Fan.

He swiftly turned and counter-kicked, meeting the incoming attack.

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Bang—both kicks collided solidly in midair.

The man staggered back ten steps before falling to the ground in a disheveled heap.

Meanwhile, Ding Fan remained entirely unmoved.

"You dare fight back!" The man's gaze turned piercing, and he stood up, intending to resume his assault.

At that moment, someone nearby called out to stop him.

"Xiao Wei, what are you doing? Stop!"

The voice was soft and melodious, and Ding Fan turned to look, pausing in surprise.

The woman was strikingly similar in appearance to Wu Die but lacked Wu Die's seductive charm. Her demeanor was dignified—clearly a woman from an influential family.

"Luo Li, don't stop me! I'm going to teach this punk a lesson!" Xiao Wei spat, clearly irate.

As he spoke, Xiao Wei's right hand glowed. Without hesitation, he lunged at Ding Fan again.

"Xiao Wei, don't!" Luo Li's expression turned frantic.

Unlike onlookers, she recognized the glowing artifact as a powerful offensive weapon capable of doubling internal energy attacks.

With Xiao Wei's cultivation at Earth Level Fifth Grade, using such an artifact would make his attack comparable to Earth Level Seventh or Eighth Grade.

If Xiao Wei's strike landed, Ding Fan could easily die—and bystanders wouldn't escape the devastating aftershock of his inner energy.

Such a commotion would surely attract law enforcement, making things even more troublesome.

Now that Xiao Wei had activated the artifact, stopping him was impossible.

Luo Li braced herself for the worst: Ding Fan's likely death, collateral fatalities among the crowd, and an inevitable cascade of consequences.

But what happened next completely defied her expectations.

Xiao Wei charged at Ding Fan, his glowing fist poised to strike—but just before impact, his attack halted abruptly.

The air remained calm—no eruptions of powerful inner energy or harm to bystanders.

"How… how is this possible…" Luo Li's eyes widened with disbelief.

The offensive artifact was formidable, and Xiao Wei's cultivation paired with it should have unleashed unstoppable force. Yet, Ding Fan caught the attack with a single hand—absorbing and nullifying the stray inner energy.

Stopping Xiao Wei's punch was impressive enough, but dissipating the artifact's leaking energy was utterly extraordinary.

If Luo Li weren't witnessing it firsthand, she'd suspect she was dreaming.

"That's it—you're dead!" Xiao Wei snarled furiously.

"If you want to fight, I'll meet you outside the city," Ding Fan said, his tone icy with anger.

The man's reckless driving had nearly killed him. Instead of apologies, Xiao Wei initiated violence and arrogantly relied on his artifact. Ding Fan had every reason to teach him a lesson.

"Fine! If you dare run, you're a turtle!" Xiao Wei shouted, pointing at Ding Fan.

With a burst of internal energy, Ding Fan pushed Xiao Wei away and turned to leave. "See you outside the city."