At this time, He Qianyao followed Ding Fan over. She was somewhat curious about what Ding Fan intended to do, but it didn't matter to her. After all, she was on Ding Fan's side, so she followed, knowing that Ding Fan wasn't the type to stir up trouble without a reason. Clearly, he must have something on his mind.

He Qianyao observed the three cultivators on the other side; they outnumbered their own group. The cultivation level of the other side was also at the early Nascent Soul Stage, which wasn't weak. After all, for He Qianyao, she was only at the Nascent Soul Early Stage herself. However, she had no fear, knowing that the three opponents were just a piece of cake for Ding Fan and she had nothing to fear.

Ding Fan's face was cold, his expression stern, as he directly rushed to the front of the three young cultivators. Naturally, Ding Fan hadn't come to provoke them for no reason. The first reason was he heard them mention "Beauty Zhou", which made Ding Fan connect the dots to Zhou Ruoran. Someone insulting Zhou Ruoran was something he couldn't ignore. The second reason was that Ding Fan wanted to confirm from their mouths whether the person they referred to was indeed Zhou Ruoran.

After all, the most important thing for Ding Fan right now was to find Zhou Ruoran and Gusu Qingwen. He wouldn't pass up any clue, no matter how small.

At this moment, the three young cultivators were astonished to see Ding Fan suddenly appear. They hadn't expected someone to show up in front of them without making any noise. The three exchanged glances, their expressions somewhat peculiar.

"What do you want? If you don't want to die, you'd better roll away quickly!"

Among the three young cultivators, one burly cultivator with a face full of arrogance shouted at Ding Fan. The burly youth looked at Ding Fan, merely an early Nascent Soul cultivator, with disdain. Even though he himself was also an early Nascent Soul cultivator, he knew in his heart that there were three of them while the opponent was alone, including a female cultivator, whom the burly youth regarded as a mere gift.

"Third Brother, how can we just let him leave like this? He should at least leave something behind! Hehe..."

At this moment, a somewhat frail-looking cultivator heard the burly youth's words and said to Ding Fan in a wicked tone. The slender cultivator with two mustaches looked around, appearing perverse and cunning.

The sly guy looked at Ding Fan as if looking at a novice, not taking him seriously at all. Furthermore, the sly cultivator was sure that Ding Fan must carry some treasure. After all, considering that Ding Fan was also an early Nascent Soul cultivator, he would at least have some Spirit Stones, even if not treasures, especially since they were in the depths of the forest where no one else was around.

Even killing him would be God knows how and wouldn't worry about any enemies seeking revenge. Such a good deal was a no-brainer for the sly youth!

At this time, the burly youth heard the words of the sly youth, and he couldn't help but laugh evilly, clearly agreeing with his second brother. Immediately, the burly youth said with a sly grin:

"Second Brother, good idea. Once we have the gold coins, we'll go cultivate dual cultivation with that Beauty Zhou. It's high time she did! Haha..."

"Haha... Good! I promise you, after Big Brother and I are done playing, I'll let you have your fun too!"

The sly youth, hearing his third brother, couldn't help but fantasize, completely dismissing Ding Fan. To him, Ding Fan was just a freebie, with nothing to fear given his supposedly weak True Qi fluctuation was even lesser than his third brother's!

Swish, swish!

Just as the sly youth and the burly youth were grinning obscenely, suddenly two incredibly sharp wind blades shot towards them.

The person who struck was none other than Ding Fan!

Having watched their earlier antics, Ding Fan was clearly unable to tolerate it any longer. It was simply courting death, and Ding Fan was not lenient; the two wind blades were surely going to teach them a lesson they couldn't forget!

The burly youth suddenly sensed the presence of the wind blades, and was incredibly shocked. The power of the wind blades was tangible at first sense, and clearly not something he could handle. The burly youth was aghast, not expecting the early Nascent Soul kid to be so formidable. But by now, it was too late to say anything.

In his haste, the burly youth drew a longsword, desperately resisting against the incoming wind blade.

Clang!

With a crisp sound, the burly youth's longsword was shattered by the wind blade. Subsequently, the wind blade ferociously struck the burly youth; in that moment, he felt as if a massive cauldron had slammed into him, immediately spitting out blood. He could feel all his bones being shattered instantly, clearly, he was either going to be dead or his cultivation would be completely ruined!

Thud!

With a muffled sound, the burly youth crashed to the ground, a look of extreme pain on his face, filled with regret, never expecting the opponent to be such a ruthless figure. He also felt deeply bewildered; he too was an early Nascent Soul cultivator, so why couldn't he even withstand a single wind blade from the opponent!

This is simply unbelievable!

The burly young man, shocked, painful, and regretting, knew he wasn't dead at the moment, but his cultivation was evidently completely wasted, leaving him a cripple now! Unable to move, the intense pain from his crushed bones made him lie on the ground like a dying dog…

The lewd young man's situation was even more wretched. He never dreamed that the opponent cultivator would be so formidable. Just one wind blade had already terrified him to the core. At that moment, he was only focused on exchanging wicked grins with the burly young man and didn't notice the existence of the wind blade at all. And when he saw the wind blade, he was shocked, clearly not expecting it to be so fast, completely unavoidable. In the end, the lewd young man, shocked, was struck unconscious by the wind blade on the spot, his life or death unknown.

At this moment, only one tall young man was left among the three. The slightly tall young man was utterly astonished, never expecting the opponent cultivator to be so amazing. He was completely dumbfounded, unable to believe what he was seeing.

One must understand that the opponent was merely an early Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, yet two wind blades directly wasted one of his brothers' cultivation, leaving another's life or death unknown; this was incredibly astonishing!

Seeing this scene, the slightly tall young man couldn't help but be deeply shocked and afraid. He knew that the opponent wasn't as simple as he seemed. He himself was only slightly stronger than his second and third brothers, so how could he be a match for the opponent?

He Qianyao, watching from the side, had long been silently praying and mourning for the three young cultivators. When she heard they planned to target Ding Fan, she had already predicted their fate wouldn't be good, which turned out to be true!

"Big brother, big brother…this has nothing to do with me! It's those two guys who were blind to the mountain, this is their deserved fate, it has nothing to do with me, nothing to do with me…please, let me go…"

The slightly tall cultivator directly knelt in front of Ding Fan with a plop, then, with a flattering face, pleaded with Ding Fan.

Seeing this scene, Ding Fan felt utterly disgusted and disdainful. Just moments ago, the two addressed him as their big brother, and in a blink of an eye, he sold out his two younger brothers. Such scum, Ding Fan detested to the extreme. However, Ding Fan didn't act upon it; instead, he coldly asked:

"Who is this Beauty Zhou you mentioned?"

The young cultivator was momentarily stunned upon hearing Ding Fan's words, realizing that he was here for Beauty Zhou. He was deeply regretful, thinking why he had to badmouth Beauty Zhou at that time. But it was too late now, having said what he said, the other must have heard.

Immediately, the young man kneeling before Ding Fan obediently explained:

"Beauty Zhou is an outstanding disciple of the Mysterious Medical Sect, a very talented alchemist, and quite beautiful. This time, Beauty Zhou will participate in the Great Alchemy Competition in Dancheng. We heard about her participation, and that's why we wanted to go to Dancheng to witness her grace. We didn't mean any disrespect to Beauty Zhou, please don't blame us, don't blame us…"

At this moment, the young man sincerely pleaded with Ding Fan, evidently aware of the critical issue, understanding that Ding Fan was highly attentive to Beauty Zhou. He had long heard about Beauty Zhou having many admirers, all of whom were talented geniuses, unmatched by ordinary cultivators. It was clear the young man considered Ding Fan as one of her admirers.

Hearing this, Ding Fan thought the opponent was rather clever, knowing what he had in mind. This made Ding Fan decide that he could let him live a little longer, then Ding Fan continued to ask:

"What does Beauty Zhou look like? What's her name?"

The kneeling young man frowned upon hearing Ding Fan's question, then replied with a bitter face:

"I truly don't know. We've never met her, so we don't know what Beauty Zhou looks like, nor do we know her name. After all, Beauty Zhou has only recently become famous."

Hearing this, Ding Fan formed a hypothesis, realizing that the opponent wasn't lying unless he had a death wish. From his words, Ding Fan learned that Beauty Zhou had only recently become famous, which resembled Zhou Ruoran even more. Ding Fan knew, considering Zhou Ruoran had only recently arrived in the Cultivation World, her beauty was indeed outstanding, so becoming famous was quite normal.

The young man kneeling on the ground looked worried, watching Ding Fan, who was silent and seemingly lost in thought, then cautiously asked Ding Fan:

"Can I leave now?"

Looking at him, Ding Fan, with a somewhat mocking expression, responded:

"It's time to let you go, but I'm sending you back home!"

After speaking, Ding Fan directly unleashed a wind blade, killing him. The young man died with a regretful expression on his face!