Everyone was shocked by what Ding Fan said. Not only did they not expect that he could actually produce so many Spirit Stones, but it was three hundred thousand Spirit Stones, and he handed them over without blinking. He even declared that he would compete to the end, no matter how many Spirit Stones it took!

The entire venue was silent for a moment. People began to think that someone so young could easily produce so many Spirit Stones. His identity was certainly extraordinary, and there were probably no contenders in the room capable of competing against him.

After all, three hundred thousand Spirit Stones was an astronomical figure for these people. Even a large sect in the vicinity wouldn't be able to earn three hundred thousand Spirit Stones overnight; it would take at least a few years to achieve that.

...

At this moment, a middle-aged man, somewhat lavishly dressed and muscular, saw Ding Fan's actions and felt his heart sink into the sea, sensing no hope. Even though he had coveted that young lady for a long time, the opponent had already raised the auction price to three hundred thousand Spirit Stones, which was beyond his ability to bear. He could sense that the opponent wouldn't have a problem offering another three hundred thousand Spirit Stones. How could he compete?

The muscular man looked at Ding Fan with some resentment in his eyes, but there was more than resentment—there was anger and malice. He deeply remembered Ding Fan's appearance. Although he currently lacked the financial strength to compete for that young lady here, he was determined to get her by any means necessary!

The host, seeing Ding Fan nearby, felt a bit bitter in his heart. Although the opponent appeared to be just a youth, his bearing and the scattered three hundred thousand Spirit Stones on the ground were clear indicators that he was not ordinary. Even if he was relying on his family, that family must be a significant one, possibly not local but from one of the distant great families.

After all, for a family junior to be able to casually bring out three hundred thousand Spirit Stones is not something an ordinary family could do.

The host regretted misjudging the situation; not only did he not believe the opponent at first, but he also almost had his people create an altercation. Fortunately, no conflict occurred; otherwise, it would have been a major mistake...

"Can I take her now?"

Ding Fan looked at the quiet audience, holding Gusu Qingwen's hand, and turned calmly to the middle-aged host and asked.

"This..."

The middle-aged host was stunned upon hearing Ding Fan's words, unsure of what to do. Just then, an elder emerged from behind the screen, walked up to the host, pulling him behind, and with a conciliatory smile addressed Ding Fan:

"Young friend, please feel free to take this female slave. We hope you will not mind our previous misunderstanding during the auction."

Ding Fan heard the elder's words, a flash of icy killing intent in his eyes, but he immediately concealed it in his heart. Without another word, he directly took Gusu Qingwen and left.

The audience was stunned, not expecting Ding Fan to show such disregard even for an elder. It was simply too audacious. One look at the elder showed he possessed formidable cultivation, yet Ding Fan didn't utter even half a word.

The elder standing there frowned. Being ignored by Ding Fan naturally displeased him, but what shocked the elder was Ding Fan's attitude. After all, he was in the division phase of cultivation, for him, killing the opponent would be as simple as drinking water or eating rice.

Despite lowering himself to make peace, the opponent's dismissive attitude was galling. Could the descendants of a great family really afford to be so arrogant toward an old man like himself? Initially seeing Ding Fan's actions made the elder very angry, and he wanted to teach Ding Fan a lesson.

But the elder pondered and decided not to act. If Ding Fan was indeed a great family's descendant, killing him would surely offend that family, which wouldn't be wise for his own family or sect.

The elder also noticed a brief, icy killing intent in Ding Fan's eyes, which astonished him. Ding Fan looked like merely a young man, with True Qi fluctuations that seemed weak, yet he dared to harbor such determined killing intent towards him.

This made the elder puzzled but also relieved that they had decided to make amends with Ding Fan. The elder gave a slight nod to the host before returning to his seat, while the auction continued as before...

...

Ding Fan left the auction with Gusu Qingwen, and as they stepped out of the entrance, Ding Fan remembered that Gusu Qingwen was still handcuffed, feeling guilty for his oversight. He stopped and walked up to her, intending to unlock the handcuffs.

Gusu Qingwen had witnessed everything Ding Fan did at the auction, surprising her about this stranger who could procure so many Spirit Stones at such a young age. Moreover, his domineering spirit didn't match his age. He even ignored the elder.

Gusu Qingwen felt a sense of amazement towards the young man. However, her aversion to him did not dissipate, believing that he must have bought her for his own pleasure. She resolved not to comply, intending to bite her tongue and kill herself if he tried to violate her.

She wouldn't allow anyone to tarnish her chastity. If not for her lingering thoughts of Ding Fan, hoping for a miracle where he would save her, Gusu Qingwen would have already bitten her tongue to end her life.

"What are you doing!"

Gusu Qingwen looked at the person who had stopped and was approaching her. She couldn't help but be stunned, retreating, and said to the person with a face full of icy fear.

"I want to unlock your handcuffs..." Ding Fan looked at the somewhat frightened expression on the other party's face, feeling a pang of heartache, and couldn't help but gently explain to her.

Gusu Qingwen looked at her own handcuffs and then at the person's appearance, which seemed to be genuinely sincere. Could the person really be a good person? If so, she could escape from his hands and search for Ding Fan. Although the Cultivation World was vast, finding Ding Fan wouldn't be easy, but she wouldn't give up.

Then Gusu Qingwen carefully raised her hands towards him. Ding Fan grasped the chain, applied a bit of force, and the chain was pulled apart. Then Ding Fan completely took off the handcuffs from her and tossed them aside, continuing to lead Gusu Qingwen as they walked ahead.

The two walked on the street, attracting many gazes, especially Gusu Qingwen. People had never seen such a beautiful woman, but the clothes on her body were somewhat dirty and old, which didn't match her beauty. Ding Fan didn't care about this and headed straight towards an inn.

At this moment, Ding Fan wished to reach the inn immediately to say all the things he wanted to tell Gusu Qingwen.

The sky was nearing dusk, with few pedestrians on the street. A red sunset enveloped Ding Fan and Gusu Qingwen, looking very warm, but Gusu Qingwen's face remained a bit cold, somewhat out of place with the current scene...

"Hey!"

Gusu Qingwen suddenly stopped and shouted to Ding Fan in front of her, with some coldness and fear.

Hearing her, Ding Fan stopped, looking at Gusu Qingwen's somewhat haggard face, he was a bit worried as he approached her and asked with concern.

"Are you feeling unwell? Let me check for you..."

"Don't come over! Thank you for saving me, but I won't go with you. Let's part ways here!" Along the way, Gusu Qingwen noticed that the person kept a certain distance from her, which relaxed her a bit. She didn't know if the person was good or bad, but for now, his behavior seemed okay. However, she naturally couldn't follow him forever.

They were already quite some distance from the auction, so Gusu Qingwen spoke directly. After speaking, she left only her back to him, resolutely walking towards the distance.

"Qingwen!"

Seeing this, Ding Fan shouted to Gusu Qingwen with heartache, realizing that if he didn't reveal his identity now, she would probably leave.

Gusu Qingwen heard Ding Fan's shout, her heart trembling suddenly, she stood there stunned. Then, with a look of disbelief in her eyes, she turned around, looking at him with a slightly surprised and confused expression, and asked:

"How do you know my name?"

After coming to the Cultivation World, Gusu Qingwen rarely mentioned her name. In the sect, her fellow sisters called her Qing, hence outsiders referred to her as Qing Mei. Therefore, almost no one in the Cultivation World knew her name, unless it was Ruoran, or Ye Ningbing, or Ding Fan!

Seeing her stop, Ding Fan walked over to her side with a face full of affectionate concern, looking at her cute questioning appearance. Smiling, he said to her:

"I know a lot about you. You come from Earth, and your lover is named Ding Fan... Qingwen, I am Ding Fan!"

Ding Fan recounted all of Gusu Qingwen's past experiences, finally revealing his identity. Upon hearing Ding Fan's words, Gusu Qingwen was completely stunned, realizing that only Ding Fan would know so much about her, especially the last sentence where he declared himself to be Ding Fan.

Gusu Qingwen's heart trembled suddenly, and tears were about to flow, but looking at his appearance again, her eyes were again filled with disbelief as she said:

"You're not Ding Fan, Ding Fan doesn't look like this, you're a liar! Tell me! Why are you lying to me..."

"I'm in disguise!"

Ding Fan directly interrupted Qingwen's words, infusing a bit of Divine Vigor into his hand. Then, he rubbed his face, and Ding Fan's original appearance slowly emerged...