Free Web NovelChapter 2169: Chapter 2205: A Wasted Trip
Zhong Wugu crashed heavily onto the ground, rolled over a dozen times, and his eyes cleared. Ding Fan sprang up with force, his body shooting up like lightning, then came crashing down. This time he didn’t use his foot, but his knee, ruthlessly dropping toward Zhong Wugu’s chest.
Zhong Wugu’s gaze was full of pain, blood blurred his vision so he couldn’t see clearly, but with life and death on the line, his instincts kicked in. He rolled out in a sudden twist, narrowly dodging Ding Fan’s knee by a hair’s breadth. freewёbnoνel.com
"Bang!"
Ding Fan’s Power was so strong that his kneel smashed a deep pit into the ground, cracks spreading out in all directions. Supporting himself with one hand on the ground, he swung a whip kick down toward Zhong Wugu.
"Kacha~"
The sound of shattering bones rang out. Zhong Wugu’s waist was driven into the earth, his head and legs bending upward, and blood spurted wildly from his mouth.
Those bloodshot eyes of his were filled with slaughter. No matter what was happening, his hands clawed savagely toward Ding Fan’s vital parts, wanting to drag Ding Fan down with him.
"Mm!"
Ding Fan’s leg swept up hard, smashing into Zhong Wugu’s chin and sending him flying once again.
"Swish!"
Ding Fan reached out, yanked the Black Vine up from the ground, twisted his body sideways, grabbed the Heaven Measuring Ruler beside him, gripped it with both hands and swung it in a great arc as he leaped up, bringing the Heaven Measuring Ruler crashing down toward Zhong Wugu’s skull.
"No!"
At this moment, Zhong Wugu seemed to fully wake up, and he roared in despair, "Don’t—"
"Bang!"
His head burst like a watermelon, red and white splattering everywhere. This time he was dead beyond any doubt.
"Hiss~"
A sharp intake of breath sounded from behind. Herr Ningshuang had come to, just in time to see Ding Fan smash Zhong Wugu’s head to pieces. She sucked in a breath of cold air, suddenly felt nauseous, and bent over to retch.
She dry-heaved for a while, then suddenly remembered something and looked toward Ding Fan. In her eyes, Ding Fan’s Power had surged all of a sudden, to the point he could actually kill Zhong Wugu. Could it be that he too had been controlled by a Demon?
Through that Ghost Mask she saw Ding Fan’s eyes—a pair of silver pupils carrying a hint of chill. At this moment, the Heaven Measuring Ruler slipped from his hand, his back straight, like a Sword, like an invincible God, making Herr Ningshuang stare in a daze. freewebnσvel.cøm
Noticing Herr Ningshuang’s gaze, Ding Fan turned around, a faint smile appearing in his eyes. Herr Ningshuang and Ding Fan’s gazes met, and she felt greatly at ease. Ding Fan’s eyes told her that he had not been controlled by any Monster.
"I actually killed Zhong Wugu. A Zhong Wugu at the Third Level mid-stage of the Divine Realm just died in my hands like this!"
Ding Fan’s eyes grew a bit blank; he found it somewhat unbelievable. He knew that just now Zhong Wugu’s combat strength had far exceeded a mere Third Level mid-stage of the Divine Realm, and it was only because he’d been shaken by that roar that Ding Fan had been able to kill him so easily.
"Wolf Howl? What an overbearing Wolf Howl!"
Ding Fan fell silent amid his wild joy. That roar just now was a type of Inherited Martial Skills called Wolf Howl.
After absorbing that drop of primal Blood essence, a Martial Skills had inexplicably awakened in his mind, and it was using Wolf Howl that he killed Zhong Wugu.
"Inherited Divine Technique! No, that’s not right!"
Ding Fan suddenly thought of something, and his body gave an involuntary shudder. He had never heard of anyone possessing two kinds of Inherited Divine Technique. Could it be that after he refined primal Blood essence, his body had undergone some kind of mutation?
The human body contains a small amount of ancient War God inheritance. Through a special awakening ritual, these inheritances can be awakened, granting powerful Inherited Divine Technique.
The body can only contain one kind of sacred blood, so naturally it can only awaken one Inherited Divine Technique.
Ding Fan had previously heard Wu Qingxia talk about Inherited Divine Technique and knew a bit of the inside story, but he truly had never heard of anyone with two Inherited Divine Technique.
If Wolf Howl was not an Inherited Divine Technique, then what was it? Was it that, after he refined primal Blood essence, his body had mutated?
Thinking of this, Ding Fan felt a bit uneasy. If he turned into some Monster different from humans, would he still be himself?
Just like Zhong Wugu—although his combat strength had increased, it was obvious he had not kept control of his own Soul, so even if he had gained combat strength comparable to the Ninth Level of the Divine Realm, what meaning did that have?
"Ding Fan!"
Herr Ningshuang’s weak voice sounded, pulling Ding Fan back to his senses. He heard her say to him, "You shouldn’t have killed Zhong Wugu. You could have crippled his Martial Arts, but you couldn’t kill him."
Ding Fan turned around and looked at Herr Ningshuang, faintly realizing her worries. Zhong Wugu was clearly the finest son of the Zhong Family Clan. Just now he had fallen into the Demonic path and they couldn’t save him; for the sake of self-preservation, when there was no other choice, they could cripple him, but they could not kill him.
Moreover, no matter how you looked at it, Herr Ningshuang, Zhao Xiner, Tian Qianlian, and Lin Zixuan could all kill him, but Ding Fan could not!
The Zhong Family Clan did not dare take revenge on these super forces, but they did dare to retaliate against Ding Fan. If they couldn’t kill him openly, they would strike from the shadows.
"Would the Zhong Family dare send someone into the Tianmu Sea?" Ding Fan pondered for a moment, then asked Herr Ningshuang.
"That’s something that could never happen!"
Herr Ningshuang shook her head and said to Ding Fan, "I’m afraid that when we go out, there will be experts from the Zhong Family outside wanting to kill you. As long as you get out safely, the Zhong Family won’t dare send people to the Tianmu Sea."
Herr Ningshuang thought for a moment and added, "With Zhong Wugu dead, his Life Jade will definitely shatter, and I guess his Life Jade is High Level, able to record the moment of his death. In other words, the image of you killing Zhong Wugu just now has already been seen by the administrators of the Zhong Family Clan. The Zhong Family Clan will very likely send people to gather outside the Imperial Tomb and kill you the moment you come out!"
Seeing Ding Fan’s gaze grow heavy, Herr Ningshuang comforted him, "You don’t need to worry too much, Uncle Qianjun is right outside. I’ll have Uncle Qianjun step in to protect you. With Uncle Qianjun around, they won’t dare act rashly."
Ding Fan nodded, temporarily setting aside the matter of the Wolf Howl Divine Technique. Herr Ningshuang’s ring flashed, and she took out a Jade Bottle, saying to Ding Fan, "Go treat their injuries. Let each of them take a Healing Medicine, then carry everyone to a place without Black Vines. By the way, explore the surroundings and see if there’s anything to be found. We did search before and got some Treasures, but many places we haven’t searched carefully."
"Yes! I understand."
Ding Fan gripped the Heaven Measuring Ruler with both hands and swung it, cutting off the Black Vines appearing all around. These Black Vines were not difficult to deal with; earlier, it was mainly those ghostly sounds that easily confused people into fainting. After the black ancient coffin flew away, the Ghost’s sound disappeared as well, and these Black Vines were no longer as terrifying as before.
Ding Fan picked up the bottle and opened it, then turned back to look at Herr Ningshuang. "Can I feed you one?"
Herr Ningshuang nodded. Ding Fan took out a Healing Pill, and Herr Ningshuang parted her little cherry lips stained with blood. Ding Fan frowned and used the back of his hand to wipe away the blood on her lips and chin.
Herr Ningshuang’s beautiful body stiffened in an instant. Ding Fan’s hand also suddenly froze in midair, as if this action was somewhat inappropriate. Herr Ningshuang was a beautiful young girl, and strictly speaking, still Ding Fan’s master—what he was doing seemed a bit presumptuous.
Ding Fan’s face flushed; fortunately he was wearing a mask, so Herr Ningshuang couldn’t see his expression. He tossed the Healing Medicine into Herr Ningshuang’s mouth. Herr Ningshuang’s face turned as red as blood as she slowly swallowed it down.
Ding Fan signaled to Sirius to scout ahead, tearing apart the black vines along the way. He walked to Zhao Xiner’s side and found that she was badly injured; the flesh on her back had been beaten into a bloody mess, and her face was covered in fresh blood.
He told Sirius to rip apart the Black Vines wrapped around Zhao Xiner, then carefully picked her up and walked toward the entrance at the mountaintop, placing her in a safe spot and feeding her two pills.
Then he went to pick up Tian Qianlian and fed her two pills as well. Holding two such beautiful women in his arms, Ding Fan didn’t have too many thoughts; they were unconscious right now, and Ding Fan didn’t feel particularly awkward.
He carried Tian Zhiqing out as well, fed him Medicine Pill, and placed him beside the two beauties. Then he walked to Herr Ningshuang’s side, helped tear away the Black Vines, and finally asked, "Miss Ningshuang, do you need my help?"
Herr Ningshuang was badly wounded. At first, the back of her head had been struck, and her back had been hit several times, breaking many bones. Facing a life-and-death crisis, she gritted her teeth and held on to battle Zhong Wugu. Now that the danger had passed, she no longer had the strength to stand.
She thought for a moment, her face flushing, and said to Ding Fan, "Please carry me over there."
"Yes!"
Ding Fan gently wrapped his arms around Herr Ningshuang’s waist and picked her up. He hadn’t felt much when holding Zhao Xiner and Tian Qianlian just now, but at this moment he felt very comfortable.
Because Herr Ningshuang was conscious, she lowered her head in shame, burying her face in his chest, which only made his feelings stronger.
Ding Fan’s heart was pounding, his chest rising and falling quickly. His hands felt an astonishing sensation, and he felt a bit of dryness in his mouth; his breathing became especially rapid.
Herr Ningshuang could sense how unusual Ding Fan was acting. Her face turned even redder. Seeing that Ding Fan had already picked her up but still wasn’t moving, she said in a mosquito-like voice, "D–Ding Fan... you..."
"Oh!"
Ding Fan snapped back to himself, face burning, and strode to the side, placing Herr Ningshuang beside Zhao Xiner. After thinking for a moment, he took out some Qingshui from the ring and said to Herr Ningshuang, "Miss Ningshuang, would you like some water?"
"Yes, thank you, Ding Fan."
Herr Ningshuang nodded, blushing. Ding Fan walked over with the water jug; Herr Ningshuang, cheeks still flushed, closed her eyes and opened her mouth to receive it.
Ding Fan looked at Herr Ningshuang’s beautiful face, those misty brows, and his heart rippled once again, almost pouring the water onto Herr Ningshuang’s head.
Herr Ningshuang drank a few mouthfuls of water. Ding Fan also felt a bit thirsty, so he took off his mask and drank a few gulps himself. After drinking, he suddenly realized something felt off; he remembered that this jug had just been drunk from mouth-to-jug by Herr Ningshuang—didn’t that mean he had indirectly shared a mouth with her?
He carefully glanced at Herr Ningshuang and saw a trace of reproach in her eyes.
"I’ll go see if there are any Treasures," he said awkwardly. "If there are, we’ll split them evenly."
With that, Ding Fan hurried away with Sirius, walking into the misty area. He then took off his tattered clothes and looked at his whole body, which was now like a baby’s skin. Ding Fan was extremely astonished in his heart. Just now, many parts of his body had been burned, but after taking that drop of original Blood essence, all those wounds had healed completely, all the scars had fallen off—extraordinarily miraculous.
He thought about it for a long time but couldn’t figure it out. Ding Fan then put on a new Samurai robe, while Sirius searched for Treasures on the mountaintop. In the end, he found nothing else, only Zhong Wugu’s Iron Rod. Ding Fan went up and pulled off Zhong Wugu’s Space Ring.
He walked back, his expression back to normal, and held out his hand to Herr Ningshuang. "There’s only Zhong Wugu’s Space Ring and an Iron Rod, no other wealth."
"Oh, keep them," Herr Ningshuang said, glancing up at the sky above. "There should have been a great Treasure in that coffin, but it flew away. Besides, even if it hadn’t flown off, we still wouldn’t have gotten it. There’s probably a Monster’s Ghost in there now. Let alone us, even a powerful Fifth Level Expert of the Divine Realm might not be able to beat it."
Ding Fan’s gaze followed Herr Ningshuang’s up into the sky where the coffin had flown, and he asked curiously, "Where will that coffin fly to?"
Herr Ningshuang thought for a moment and said to Ding Fan, "It should fly into the spatial turbulence. The Night Wolf Emperor probably arranged all this long ago, not wanting anyone to desecrate his body. I’m afraid no one will ever obtain the Night Wolf Emperor’s Treasure."
"That’s such a pity, we came all this way for nothing."
Ding Fan couldn’t help but feel regret in his heart for that Divine Sword. That Sword was definitely a Super Divine Weapon.
