Chapter 2377: Ding Fan Is Unharmed

In order to save him, Herr Ningshuang is going to be frozen for another hundred years, which makes him feel guilty. However, he cannot afford to think too much or be depressed; he must grit his teeth and move forward tenaciously, step by step, towards an unknown end.

Ding Lianhe, Ding Yuan, and Ding Yu would occasionally release a few surprise attacks, while the secrets of the Ye Family and Meng Family could be uncovered at any moment. When that time comes, the big figures of the Six Great Forces, including the Hall of Reincarnation, will sweep across the Northern Wastelands. The Herr Family and the Zhong Family have pinned all their hopes on him, but whom should he depend upon?

He is the Great Emperor of the Northern Wastelands, surrounded by a multitude of experts, with even some Seventh Level Experts from the Divine Realm leaning on him. This appearance of glory and superiority conceals the immense pressure he bears.

Just as Herr Ningshuang is, after all, a girl, he is merely a young man. Just two years ago, he was fighting for survival and cultivating arduously on Earth, with no one to rely on. Now that position hasn’t changed; instead, he must create a haven for everyone else.

“Oh!”

Ding Fan took a deep breath, but was quickly frozen by the cold, his mouth forming ice. He glanced at Herr Ningshuang trapped in the ice block; his bewildered eyes gradually became resolute.

He doesn’t have time for sentimentality; he doesn’t live for himself, but for those who need him.

Even if this path becomes more treacherous, at least he is still alive, and this doesn’t count as suffering. Instead, those who deeply love him experience true torment, constantly facing the possibility of death. With this in mind, Ding Fan dismisses all else and throws himself fully into cultivation.

…

The Northern Wastelands have recently calmed down; Ye Li has sent word of Wang Zhongjian’s death, allowing Madam Yan and others to breathe a sigh of relief.

Although they don’t know how Ding Fan and Herr Ningshuang killed Wang Zhongjian, they wouldn’t lie, and the Life-bound Talisman between Ding Fan and Herr Ningshuang hasn’t shattered.

The initial rumors spread throughout the Northern Wastelands, a scenario orchestrated by Madam Yan and others, intended to deal with Wang Zhongjian and to see which family powers were involved.

Now, after Zhong Zhiyong’s bloody cleansing, Madam Yan issued a decree for peace and order, rapidly quelling the chaos in the Northern Wastelands. Although Ding Fan and Ye Li have not emerged, their minds have completely settled.

The only one still feeling uneasy is Herr Rufeng!

Recently, Herr Rufeng has felt very cold, often shivering involuntarily, her heart filled with panic, especially after nightfall when she is extremely frightened, frequently waking up in a cold sweat from nightmares.

She’s been having a strange dream lately, seeing herself trapped in a dark room without any light; no matter how she cries for help, runs, or struggles, she cannot escape that dark room.

She told Madam Yan about this, and Madam Yan had her see several doctors, but nothing was found wrong. Madam Yan was overwhelmed with affairs and had no time to care for Herr Rufeng, so she advised her to rest more, thinking perhaps her recent cultivation pressure was causing her fear.

“I’m not scared, something is definitely wrong, it must be something happening to sister!”

Herr Rufeng felt increasingly panicked; she has a strong telepathic connection with Herr Ningshuang. When they were young, Herr Ningshuang fell seriously ill, and she too was sick for half a month. Once Herr Ningshuang recovered, she also immediately got well.

“I must go find my sister!”

Tears welled up in Herr Rufeng’s eyes; she didn’t say a word to Madam Yan, silently entering the teleportation array in Daozhen City and setting out across the sea alone.

She doesn’t know what’s happened to Herr Ningshuang; she only knows they are the closest of twins, and Herr Ningshuang is suffering.

She desires to find Herr Ningshuang and endure together, whether it’s in hell or the abyss of demons…

Spirit Dragon Island, Cliff of Repentance.

This is where the disciples of Spirit Dragon Hall are punished for their transgressions; the cliff is lined with many caves. If they err, Spirit Dragon Hall sentences them to stay here for months or even years.

Generally, when clan disciples are sentenced to guard Cliff of Repentance, they quietly cultivate in the caves; even if they have complaints, they remain silent, knowing that otherwise their punishment will be extended.

In a cave in the middle of the cliff, a girl is currently locked here.

The girl is very beautiful, with lips as red as fire, wearing a red gown, skin delicate and fair, her lovely face thin and pale, invoking sympathy in anyone who sees her.

Now, the girl leans against the cave wall, hands wrapped around her knees, her feet bare, exposing tender, adorable feet. Her chin rests atop her knees, eyes wide open, as if her soul has wandered off into the sky, and her entire body emits a strong aura of death.

Yes, it’s the aura of death!

The aura that should have appeared on a dying old man unexpectedly manifested on a young girl of tender age, making it extremely incongruous.

“Miss, don’t blame the Hall Master. He’s doing this for your own good. You’ve gone half a month without eating. If you continue like this, you’ll be harmed. Please eat something.”

Beside the girl, an elderly woman kept persuading her, tears streaming down. Yet the girl remained unresponsive, with her face resting on her knees unchanged, her eyes vacant and spiritless as if abandoned by the world.

“Miss, you better eat something; if you continue, the Hall Master will kill me…” the elderly woman said, tears flowing again, “It’s not a pity if an old lady like me dies, but I’m afraid my three-year-old grandson will suffer. Just take a bite, Miss…”

The elderly woman even resorted to playing the misery card, but the girl still didn’t react. Her spirit seemed to have flown away. She couldn’t hear anything, indifferent even if the sky collapsed outside.

At this moment, her heart was already dead; she no longer cared about anything before her.

“Buzz buzz!”

Suddenly, the space in the cave fluctuated, and a figure appeared out of thin air. Though suppressing his aura, his mere glance terrified the elderly woman, causing her to kneel fearfully and plead, “Spare me, Hall Master, I’ve tried my best, but the Miss, she…”

Ling Xiaotian waved his hand, and the elderly woman flew away in panic. He looked at the girl before him, sighed softly, and said gently, “Why are you so stubborn? You’re not young anymore; is this necessary? If you don’t drive me to madness, will you not be at ease?”

When Ling Xiaotian spoke, his eyes were fixed on Ling Wanru’s eyes. However, her expression remained unchanged, her gaze still aimless as if she hadn’t heard Ling Xiaotian’s words at all.

Ling Xiaotian’s expression changed slightly; Ling Wanru’s current demeanor was so reminiscent of that time. When that man was driven to death by Ling Xiaotian, Ling Wanru sat just like this for a whole month.

He underestimated Ding Fan’s place in Ling Wanru’s heart. In fact, Ding Fan was truly Ling Wanru’s motivation to survive.

Ling Wanru had bet with Ding Fan that if she could accomplish two tasks, Ding Fan would bow and wash her feet. Since Ding Fan was dead, there was no point in completing those tasks now.

“Ling Wanru!”

Ling Xiaotian called out deeply. Though not loudly, it shook Ling Wanru’s soul, and he finally saw a change in her eyes.

He sighed again and said, “Wang Zhongjian is dead, Ding Fan is fine!”

“Swish~”

Ling Wanru’s eyes suddenly lit up as if her spirit returned. She abruptly stood and walked out of the cave with large strides.

Ling Xiaotian reached out to grab Ling Wanru’s arm, and her face turned, her eyes coldly looking at Ling Xiaotian like a stranger.

Ling Xiaotian’s heart felt deeply wounded by this gaze, unable to comprehend his feelings. Pain flickered in his eyes; he shook his head and sighed, “It seems Ding Fan was right; I’m truly a failure as a father.”

Even as he mocked himself with the words, Ling Wanru showed no change, still coldly gazing at Ling Xiaotian, her expression unaltered.

Ling Xiaotian thought for a moment and said, “Ding Fan is not in the Northern Wastelands; he should have entered another world. My people couldn’t find him. If you wish to find him, let’s wait for him to return to the Northern Wastelands; I permit you to seek him.”

Ling Wanru still remained silent, coldly watching Ling Xiaotian like a stubborn lion. Ling Xiaotian met her gaze for a while and finally released her hand helplessly, calling softly, “Ling Gang!”

Below, an elder with grayed hair flew up, his aura like a dragon, astonishingly a Seventh Level Expert from the Divine Realm. He slightly bowed, cupping his hands, and said, “What instructions does the Hall Master have?”

Ling Xiaotian waved his hand and said, “Take Wanru to the Northern Wastelands.”

Ling Wanru’s eyes finally showed signs of life. She pulled her gaze back, her body shooting forth, releasing her Divine Weapon, jumping directly onto it, and flying towards Spirit Dragon Island. The Spirit Dragon Hall elder, Ling Gang, hurriedly followed.

“Alas…”

Ling Xiaotian felt a headache; he was utterly helpless against Ling Wanru. But Ding Fan was the discarded member of the Sirius Clan’s Ding Family. If he let the two continue associating like this, Ding Zhanjiao might confront him.

Yet now he dared not harm Ding Fan anymore; Ling Wanru’s demeanor really frightened him. If Ding Fan were to die, judging by Ling Wanru’s look, she would definitely follow him in death.