Top-tier Unruly Master

Chapter 1440 - 1477: Sisters' Thoughts

At this moment, Lady Wu looked at Ding Fan with great delight, realizing that everything her old man had said was indeed true. Ding Fan was truly not just any ordinary young man. To face the late Nascent Soul Stage cultivator Gao Jian, without even lifting a finger, and already have repelled the opponent.

This is simply unbelievable!

Although Lady Wu was not a cultivator, she clearly understood that Gao Jian was not just someone to be easily dealt with. It's evident that just being a disciple of the Great Gate Sect's Gao Xian Sect makes him formidable, and not someone an ordinary cultivator can match. After all, training and studying within a sect is far superior to self-cultivation outside.

But Ding Fan facing such a cultivator, resolved the situation with impressive ease, not even once actively attacking the opponent, and already had defeated him! It's simply amazing!

It's clear that both Wu Zun and Lady Wu are not very clear about Ding Fan's background, but they know in their hearts that Ding Fan's talent is not something an ordinary cultivator can compare to, and his current prowess is beyond ordinary cultivators. Evidently, they know in their hearts that even if Ding Fan is not from a major sect, he is absolutely a disciple of some hidden master in the Cultivation World.

Especially Wu Zun, who, upon seeing this scene involving Ding Fan, felt greatly astonished. It's evident that Wu Zun has an illusion, even feeling Ding Fan secretly dealing with the Emergence Stage scar-faced man previously was as effortless as when he handled this late Nascent Soul Stage Gao Jian now.

Wu Zun couldn't help but speculate boldly in his heart, clearly thinking that for Ding Fan, even the Emergence Stage scar-faced man wouldn't be his match, and he himself would certainly not be Ding Fan's opponent!

Thinking of this, Wu Zun felt greatly shocked, hardly daring to believe that Ding Fan, at such a young age, has reached such a level of cultivation, which is simply astonishing. The important thing is, Wu Zun couldn't discern Ding Fan's exact strength at all; he just knew that Ding Fan was definitely stronger than himself.

Moreover, during the time Wu Zun interacted with Ding Fan, it's clear that Wu Zun realized Ding Fan is not only a particularly low-key expert, but also very friendly and humble, with a distinct personality. Evidently, Ding Fan is absolutely the best candidate for a son-in-law, causing Wu Zun to instinctively turn his gaze towards his two daughters.

At this moment, his elder daughter looked at Ding Fan, clearly surprised by this scene. She completely didn't expect Ding Lin to stand there without moving, merely with the defensive membrane, to drive away the opponent, and Gao Jian even using all his might couldn't break the defensive membrane!

If he couldn't break the defensive membrane, how could he possibly attack the opponent? Clearly, Wu Qianwen's heart was immensely shocked by Ding Fan, totally unexpected that Ding Fan was this powerful. She knew all too well what Gao Jian was like himself, but Gao Jian couldn't even slightly harm the opponent. It was terrifying!

For a moment, Wu Qianwen felt deeply astonished inside, utterly unable to comprehend why Ding Lin, dressed in tattered clothes, seemed not even to have reached the Nascent Soul Stage cultivation level. But the defensive membrane was so formidable! She couldn't help but overhear the caravan's cultivators discussing, and mumbled:

"Could it be that the opponent truly possesses a formidable defensive artifact?"

At this moment, Wu Qiancai unintentionally heard her sister's words, showing a hint of excitement on her face, saying involuntarily:

"The opponent is truly formidable! It's not that Gao Jian can compare, sister..."

Wu Qianwen heard her sister's words and couldn't help but look at her with a bewildered expression, clearly not understanding why her sister was speaking favorably of Ding Lin. Had she already known something about Ding Lin? Wu Qianwen asked her sister with deep suspicion:

"Do you know Ding Lin?"

Now, Wu Qiancai, hearing her sister's question, glanced at her sibling and then gave a playful smile, saying:

"I don't know him, but I know Ding Lin is very formidable! Gao Jian is definitely not his match!"

Wu Qiancai thought pridefully, clearly recalling an earlier rather embarrassing incident with Ding Fan. Although it made her feel a bit awkward inside, she knew that Ding Fan was not someone ordinary cultivators could compare to, evident that Gao Jian is definitely not Ding Lin's match!

Wu Qiancai didn't know why, but from that moment, Ding Fan's image began appearing in her mind, unable to shake it off. Wu Qiancai also felt this was strange, but the moment Ding Lin carried her, for some reason, always appeared in her mind, hard to forget.

Could it be that she really likes the opponent?

Wu Qiancai shyly wondered, pondering that the opponent looks quite good, and his cultivation is certainly not weak, especially thinking of those solid arms and sturdy chest, which made Wu Qiancai's face flush every time she imagined it. Although she didn't know why he came here.

However, she had heard from her father that the other person went to Lan City for an auction. For a moment, Wu Qiancai was puzzled, as it was obvious from the other person's attire that he wasn't from a wealthy family. Yet, the auction in Lan City was renowned, gathering all the affluent and noble people.

Moreover, that auction had everything; whatever you could imagine, you could find it there. Evidently, with money, you could acquire anything. Therefore, this auction was the most attractive to those young heirs, whose biggest mission from the day they were born was indulging in a life of pleasure.

Wu Qiancai obviously looked down on such male cultivators. Though her family background was decent, she despised those heirs who only knew how to squander wealth. Yet, she was helpless because some of those heirs spent large amounts of spirit stones and gold coins on cultivation.

As a result, many of these heirs had substantial cultivation, which clearly left Wu Qiancai feeling helpless. She indeed wished to find a heroic figure, but certainly not a spendthrift heir.

Thus, the moment Wu Qiancai saw Ding Fan's impressive cultivation, her previous conflicts instantly resolved, and she couldn't help but genuinely admire Ding Lin. At that moment, she wasn't even sure if she really liked him.

At this moment, Wu Qianwen heard her sister's words and saw her sister's shy smile, feeling a bit stunned. She clearly hadn't expected her sister to be so interested in Ding Fan. Could it be that this little girl had fallen for Ding Fan? She couldn't help but ask:

"Chai Er, don't tell me you've fallen for that boy..."

"Oh my, don't say that, sister..."

Hearing her sister's words, Chai Er shyly interrupted her, immediately denying it. Clearly, at this moment, even she wasn't sure if she really liked him. Hearing her sister say that, how could she not feel embarrassed? She cautiously glanced at her sister beside her and noticed that her bright, big eyes were still staring at her.

Chai Er forced a smile off her face and couldn't help but turn her gaze towards Ding Fan, trying to appear calm...

Wu Qianwen understood her sister the most. Clearly, seeing her sister like this, it seemed she did indeed have feelings for Ding Fan, which shocked Wu Qianwen. Her sister was undeniably a rare beauty, and there wasn't a single girl within several hundred miles who could rival her sister's beauty. As for the cultivators who pursued her sister, to exaggerate a bit, if they held hands, they could circle the entire cultivation world.

Though this was indeed a bit exaggerated, as the cultivation world was incredibly vast, the sheer number of cultivators pursuing her sister was genuinely overwhelming.

Wu Qianwen hadn't anticipated that her sister would be so interested in this Ding Fan. Even though his cultivation was impressive, at a glance, he seemed like a poor fellow. Why would her sister possibly like him? It's really a pity...

Feeling her sister's calmness within, Chai Er cautiously peeked at her and felt relieved seeing her sister had stopped focusing on her. Chai Er knew that although she and her sister were siblings, they evidently had different tastes in men.

To her sister, cultivation didn't necessarily have to be extremely powerful; having wealth and influence was sufficient. But not just any wealth and influence, because over the years, many had pursued her sister, and some she kind of liked, yet she still chose to end things, as they didn't meet her expectations.

For herself, the cultivator accompanying her in the future didn't need to be exceptionally wealthy or influential, but must be truly skilled. Her demands were relatively lower; sometimes she even fancied her sister's suitors, but once they pursued her sister, it would be inappropriate for them to court her. Otherwise, neither would succeed.

As a result of her sister's high standards, those pursuing her sister ended up in vain, and she, unfortunately, got caught in the crossfire...

In reality, Chai Er really wanted to ask her sister, is being wealthy and powerful really that important? To her, it could clearly be overlooked, but people have different pursuits, and Chai Er understood she couldn't force her sister to change, nor did she have the right.

Then, Chai Er's eyes filled with anticipation as she continued watching Ding Fan and his match, her lips slightly curling up...

At this moment, Ding Fan looked at the other with amusement. He could already confirm he hadn't heard of the other's sect, which was indeed normal. After all, even as a Late Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, the other wasn't supposed to be unable to break through his defensive membrane!

It was simply laughable...

At this time, Gao Jian, with eyes full of shock and caution, looked at his opponent. Clearly, he had come to realize his opponent was definitely not an ordinary cultivator; his defensive layer was extraordinary. Gao Jian even felt his face turning red, as if someone had slapped him hard.

Recalling the harsh words he had previously uttered, he couldn't help but feel regretful, helpless, and angry. But what could he do now? So many people were watching, and despite his immense effort, he hadn't harmed his opponent at all, while his opponent merely stood there casually...