Top-tier Unruly Master-Chapter 1762 - 1799: The Troubled Little Girl

Ding Fan listened to the crowd and his lips slightly curled up. Then he reached out to grab the Qingyu Lizard on the ground and said:

"That’s right, this Qingyu Lizard releases a colorless and odorless gas when in heat, which only the Qingyu Lizard itself can sense. Earlier when those eight mysterious strongmen appeared, I secretly released a bit of this scent into the air, letting those eight strongmen catch it on themselves. That’s why the Qingyu Lizard has sensed them now."

After hearing Ding Fan’s explanation, everyone revealed expressions of sudden realization, and each gaze at Ding Fan was filled with awe. They hadn’t expected Ding Fan to have been prepared so early, and now everything Ding Fan did was proving useful.

"Senior Ding, you are truly amazing. If we search like this, we’ll definitely be able to find the location of those eight strongmen."

Hearing this, Ding Fan slowly shook his head twice, pondered for a moment, and then spoke to the crowd in a melancholy tone:

"No! This matter isn’t so simple. The scent I released is only enough to last for a period of time, and it becomes weaker as the distance increases, so I cannot guarantee that we’ll find their direction."

Upon hearing Ding Fan’s words, everyone immediately quieted down, their initially excited moods suddenly brought down by Ding Fan. However, they soon became relieved.

After all, it’s better to have something than nothing. Even if we can find their approximate location through the Qingyu Lizard, it’s still better than nothing.

Upon realizing this, all the elders looked at Ding Fan with eyes full of inquiry.

"Next, follow my steps. Don’t get separated. After all, our enemies are stronger than we imagined, and most crucially, the enemy knows me, Ding Fan, inside out."

Upon hearing Ding Fan’s voice, everyone instantly showed a solemn expression. Ding Fan was right; the Wild Wolf Gang is not an easy opponent to deal with.

As soon as Ding Fan spoke, the entire team became quiet. Ding Fan put down the lizard in his hand, and after the Qingyu Lizard crawled out of Ding Fan’s palm, it immediately became excited, sniffed around, and then quickly moved its claws, appearing on the distant mountain path in just a few breaths of time.

"Quick! Follow it!"

Ding Fan shouted loudly, and his footsteps started moving quickly. Fortunately, the speed of the Qingyu Lizard’s movement was within a range that Ding Fan and the others could handle; otherwise, not only would they fail to find the whereabouts of the eight strongmen, but they might even lose the Qingyu Lizard.

Chasing on the way like this, Ding Fan and his group didn’t know how far they had gone. If it weren’t for their deep cultivation as cultivators, their stamina would have long failed to keep up with the Qingyu Lizard’s speed.

"Senior Ding, how much farther is it? Chasing like this isn’t working!"

At this time, many elders following Ding Fan spoke impatiently. After so long tracking without seeing the shadow of those eight strongmen, some impatience arose in their hearts.

"There’s no choice. This is my only method to find them; everyone just hang in there a bit longer!"

After hearing Ding Fan’s words, everyone fell silent. After all, this journey was entirely led by Ding Fan; they were merely following behind. If they didn’t even handle this small matter well, Long Ren would scold him mercilessly upon their return.

Thinking of this, they all became speechless. However, the duration of their pursuit was indeed longer, and even cultivators found it hard to endure such high-intensity tracking.

Ding Fan pondered for a moment, then shifted his steps, and almost like a gust of wind, he caught the Qingyu Lizard running ahead.

"Let’s do this, I see everyone has been somewhat fatigued these days. Why don’t we first find an inn to rest?"

Upon hearing Ding Fan’s words, the elders’ faces immediately brightened as if the fatigue of these days had suddenly disappeared.

"That’s great! Tracking these days really exhausted me."

"Indeed, if we kept tracking like this, I probably wouldn’t be able to hold on."

After retrieving the Qingyu Lizard, Ding Fan and the elders began to look for an inn. After all, this is the Cultivation World, where the weak are prey to the strong, and such incidents frequently occur. Therefore, few people choose to stay in inns. However, Ding Fan and his group are bold and skilled, not fearing any unexpected events.

"Help! Someone, come save me!"

As Ding Fan and the elders walked through a wild mountain area, a painful cry for help from a little girl suddenly echoed from deep within the wild mountain.

When they looked around, they saw a ragged little girl rushing out from a secluded area of the wild mountain. Behind her were a dozen burly men with half-bared sleeves, led by a pale-faced, lean young man.

"Hehehe, little girl, you might as well stop running. In this wilderness, shouting your lungs out won’t save you."

At this moment, the lean young man behind the little girl lifted the corners of his mouth in a cruel smile, and his eyes revealed a perverted desire.

"Help, someone save me! They’re bad people. Big brothers, please come save me!"

Just when the little girl was in utter despair, she suddenly noticed Ding Fan and his group, and as if grasping a lifeline, she desperately shouted towards Ding Fan.

"Senior Ding, the little girl is calling for our help, should we..."

At this time, the elders of the Thirty-six Caves felt a pang of pity. After all, although she was just a little girl, seeing a group of fierce men attacking her had stirred a sense of compassion in their hearts.

However, at this moment, Ding Fan merely glanced faintly at the rushing little girl, showing a trace of sympathy in his eyes. After a moment of silence, he shook his head.

"That’s not right. When wandering outside, it’s best to meddle less in these matters."

The elders all felt a sense of bitterness at Ding Fan’s words, but they knew that in the Cultivation World, it’s cruelly true: the law of the jungle is a fundamental truth.

"No matter, let’s go!"

Ding Fan turned his head and spoke to the elders of the Thirty-Six Caves beside him.

"You brat, where do you think you’re going?"

Just as Ding Fan and his group were about to leave, a pale-faced young man quickly blocked their path, an evil smirk curling at his lips.

"What do you mean?"

A cold glint flashed in Ding Fan’s eyes, his mouth slightly curled, and he spoke icily to the gaunt man before him.

"What do I mean? I want your life!"

The gaunt man’s face filled with wild arrogance as he pointed aggressively at Ding Fan and shouted.

Ding Fan frowned deeply at the gaunt man’s arrogant voice, his tone hostile as he spoke softly:

"Step aside, we don’t have the leisure to deal with your matters!"

Saying this, Ding Fan continued to lead the many elders by his side onward, but unexpectedly, they were blocked again by the gaunt man.

"Oh! That won’t do. Since you came across today’s matter, neither you nor those old men behind you will leave!"

At this moment, the aura emitted by Ding Fan and the elders of the Thirty-Six Caves was only at the Early Nascent Soul Stage, which made the gaunt man see them as just a group of old, weak sufferers, not worth taking seriously.

"Oh? I’d like to see how you intend to keep us here."

As he spoke, Ding Fan ignored the gaunt man entirely. Normally, he wouldn’t pay attention to such garbage. Who would’ve thought trouble would come knocking itself?

While the gaunt man troubled Ding Fan, a little girl watched him anxiously. She pinned all her hopes on this unfamiliar young man. For some reason, she felt Ding Fan could protect her.

"Oh! So you’re pretending in front of me? Today I’ll show you what I’m capable of!"

Saying so, the gaunt man swung his fist towards Ding Fan. To be fair, the man had some strength, stirring the surrounding air with his strikes.

Behind Ding Fan, the elders of the Thirty-Six Caves watched the gaunt man with eyes as if looking at a dead man, even showing a sympathetic gleam in their eyes.

Daring to provoke Ding Fan—truly courting death! Ding Fan was the elder brother of the Lake Master of the Thirty-Six Caves, not someone an ordinary person could bully. More importantly, Ding Fan’s own strength was not inferior to that of Lake Master Long Ren. Facing this scrawny youth, or even a hundred like him, Ding Fan would feel no fear.

"Reckless fool!"

Ding Fan snorted coldly, without even the desire to strike. With a casual kick, a shriek was heard, and the gaunt man’s figure flew instantly.

At that moment, the burly men following the gaunt youth stood wide-eyed, as if witnessing something unbelievable. They quickly recovered and rushed desperately toward the gaunt man’s direction.

"Ouch, it hurts! How dare you fight back? I’ll tell you, you’re finished. I’m not done with you!"

The gaunt youth, clutching his backside, slowly got up from the ground. He gave Ding Fan a vicious glare and shamelessly pointed at the little girl beside him:

"I just wanted to test your strength just now. Since your strength is decent, I’m in a good mood today. I’ll spare you. Just hand over that little girl to me!"

Shamelessly, the gaunt man’s arrogance reached a certain level. He still maintained a high-handed attitude, as if Ding Fan should comply.

"Sorry, I’ve decided this little girl cannot fall into your hands!"

At that moment, an undeniable authoritative aura burst from Ding Fan, rendering the gaunt youth speechless, his mind replaying the scene of Ding Fan’s kick.

"What?! You’re defying my orders?"

The gaunt man finally reacted to Ding Fan’s words, his voice rising noticeably in surprise, his face twisted in disbelief.

"What if I am defying them?"

In a heartbeat, a sharp and domineering aura surged from Ding Fan’s body, relentlessly assaulting the gaunt youth’s spirit.