Ding Fan didn't even want to give Mouse another glance as he kicked up his foot and sent Mouse tumbling to the ground with eyes rolled back, foaming at the mouth, fainting away.

To someone with a totally lost conscience like him, Ding Fan felt that even one more word would be a waste of time.

Ding Fan walked over and helped the flower girl up.

However, the flower girl's body was extremely limp, and she slumped into Ding Fan's arms shortly after being lifted.

The flower girl's frail body emitted a faint fragrance unique to young girls. Even Ding Fan felt his heart stir. Having been a virgin in both lives, Ding Fan was brimming with vigor due to his recent cultivation. He wasn't Liew Xiahui; how could he remain unaffected with such a young and beautiful girl collapsing in his embrace?

Ding Fan intended to help the flower girl sit up straight. He wasn't a despicable man who would take advantage of others' misfortune, so he didn't want to take advantage of the flower girl. But before Ding Fan could act, the flower girl seemed to sense his presence.

The previously groggy flower girl suddenly jolted like she was electrified, fiercely opened her eyes, and then clung tightly to Ding Fan.

Ding Fan was startled, but seeing the flower girl's wild and frantic state, he immediately remembered what he had heard Mouse and the others say outside.

The flower girl must have had the drug's effect kicking in, rendering her somewhat delirious at the moment.

This wouldn't do. Ding Fan could distinctly feel the burning heat in the flower girl's body. The situation now called for driving out the poison inside her body first.

Immediately, Ding Fan jabbed two fingers onto two of the flower girl's acupoints. In the way of cultivation, there was much to learn, and acupoint pressing was just a minor skill that didn't hold much esteem. So even though he was only at the First Level of Qi Cultivation, Ding Fan managed to handle it with ease.

After her acupoints were pressed, the previously agitated flower girl suddenly became listless. Ding Fan didn't waste time; he straightened the flower girl, unbuttoned her upper garment, revealing her shoulder...

Then, Ding Fan stimulated his inner True Qi to assist the flower girl with the poison extraction.

If a cultivator were to see someone at the First Level of Qi Cultivation using True Qi to extract poison, they would laugh their head off. Knowing that one at the First Level of Qi Cultivation hadn't even opened their governor and conception vessels, relying on that meager amount of True Qi in their body, how could they possibly help someone heal and extract poison?

However, what was impossible for others didn't mean it was impossible for Ding Fan. With his past life's experience of cultivating up to the Nascent Soul Stage, he indeed had immense experience in controlling True Qi.

After an hour, when Ding Fan's inner True Qi had been completely exhausted, the flower girl finally spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. Following that, her abnormally rosy alchemy complexion returned to normal, and her scorching skin also became soft and moist again.

Ding Fan took a long breath at that moment, knowing the toxin in the flower girl's body had finally been expelled.

Yet, this exhausted all the True Qi in Ding Fan's body. Assisting with detoxification and healing at the First Level of Qi Cultivation was indeed far-fetched. Had it not been for Ding Fan's extensive experience, it would have been utterly impossible.

Ding Fan slowly let down his hands, preparing to Dissipate Cultivation...

"Cough cough..." The flower girl felt a scratchy throat, and with her coughing, she slowly opened her eyes.

Perhaps because she had not yet adjusted to the surrounding light, her environment appeared blurry. However, a figure presently materialized in front of her.

"Ah?!" The flower girl tensed up, instinctively scooting backward on the bed.

Now adjusted to the surrounding light, the flower girl quickly recognized the person in front of her.

Ding Fan!

The flower girl knew him; she had seen Ding Fan quarreling with a few hooligans at her stall over her once, so she recognized him.

The flower girl had never truly interacted with Ding Fan, but she had heard of his notorious reputation. Mischievous, indulging in all kinds of vices—the degenerate Eldest Young Master.

Upon learning of Ding Fan's identity initially, the flower girl concluded that the quarrel in front of her stall was just an act by Ding Fan. Now, seeing herself and Ding Fan both sitting on a soft bed, her suspicions solidified further.

She vaguely remembered being approached by two men after setting up her stall, who said someone wanted to see her. She refused, and they waved a handkerchief in front of her face, after which she knew nothing more.

It appeared those two men were sent by Ding Fan, who wanted to see her. Only a debauched Eldest Young Master would resort to such vile tricks and lowly schemes.

The flower girl hurriedly checked her clothes and grew incredibly angry to find that the buttons on her blouse had been undone, leaving her upper body almost completely exposed in front of Ding Fan.

"You... you beast! May you die a terrible death!" The flower girl's face instantly reddened, her eyes welling up with tears, and with a swift kick, she lashed out.

As Ding Fan had exhausted all his True Qi detoxifying the flower girl, his body was extremely weak. He was sent tumbling down from the bed by her kick.

The problem was, Ding Fan had not yet dissipated his cultivation, and at this moment, a surge of energy suddenly coursed wildly through him. Ding Fan failed to control his breath, and immediately a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out.

The flower seller did not care whether Ding Fan was spitting blood or not. She climbed up from the bed frantically, then she jumped right off it.

After getting off the bed, she did indeed see the three thugs Ding Fan had knocked out earlier in the garage, but she had no interest in knowing why they had fought. After fumbling around at the garage door for a while, she finally opened the roller shutter door, then, like a frightened little rabbit, she darted out.

...

Ding Fan took a long while to regulate his breathing and finally calmed the somewhat chaotic energy within his body.

The door of the garage was half open, but because the place was so remote, no one had discovered what had happened here so far.

Inside the garage, Ding Fan found a barrel of gasoline and immediately spread it all over the place. He did not plan to spare the three thugs either. Such scumbags, leaving them in the world was simply a waste of food... After igniting the garage directly, Ding Fan left like nothing had happened, striding away.

Ding Fan was somewhat speechless about the flower seller's biting the hand that fed her. He had kindly rescued her, and although he did not covet a word of thanks from her, that kick had almost caused him internal injury.

The First Level of Qi Cultivation mainly served to lay the foundation for future cultivation. If the foundation was damaged, it would undoubtedly affect later cultivation. So, Ding Fan thought, he should be more cautious with such matters in the future. Otherwise, if his cultivation was compromised, there would be nowhere to even cry about it.

After Ding Fan had walked far away, the wail of fire engines could be heard. By this time, everything in the garage should have been burned to ashes. In fact, if not for Ding Fan's low level of cultivation, he could have used the Fireball Technique instead of gasoline. When spreading the gasoline, he got himself covered in its pungent smell.

Ding Fan set the garage on fire because he did not want others to know about his presence. In this world, he was still weak. Before he became stronger, he needed to maintain a low profile.

Now, Ding Fan did not dare to stay in the vicinity for too long. If someone recognized him and linked him to the burnt garage, that would be bad news.

Ding Fan walked along the road. Even though he felt quite weak, he did not choose to hail a taxi. He thought he should go a bit further because once the taxi's ride records were checked, he would not be able to escape connection.

After walking about two kilometers or so, Ding Fan finally felt relieved and decided to hail a taxi.

However, it was unfortunate that although Ding Fan now wanted to take a taxi, there were no taxis nearby. When one doesn't look for them, taxis are all over the streets, but once you want one, not a single taxi can be found.

Feeling weak and unable to hold up, Ding Fan simply sat down on the roadside.

Screech...

Just as Ding Fan sat on the roadside, looking for a taxi, a red sports car stopped beside him.

Ding Fan didn't understand cars. To him, no car could compare to a flying sword, so he had no interest in studying them. But even with just a glance at this car, Ding Fan could affirm that it was certainly a good one.

"Yo, and here I thought I was seeing things. I didn't expect it to actually be true."

The sports car was a convertible, and a woman with curled hair and a sharp face slowly took off her sunglasses, her lips curled in a mocking smile as she looked at Ding Fan.

This sharp-faced woman looked pretty enough, with large eyes. However, she wore a thick layer of foundation on her face, which, in Ding Fan's opinion, might reveal a different appearance once the thick makeup was removed.

After seeing this woman, Ding Fan actually had memories of her.

This woman was called Zhang Meijiao. Originally, she was a masseuse in a bathhouse, which the original Ding Fan had visited a few times. After Zhang Meijiao learned of Ding Fan's identity, she clung to him persistently.

Faced with a beauty throwing herself at him, the original Ding Fan didn't turn her away. Zhang Meijiao soon became one of Ding Fan's pampered mistresses.

Having learned of Zhang Meijiao's identity, Ding Fan had to admire her. Despite being a woman, her skills were fierce. Over the years, besides the money she took directly from Ding Fan's hand, she had grabbed a hefty amount of assets like cars and houses.

However, after the Ding Family's misfortune, Zhang Meijiao disappeared off the face of the earth, probably out of fear of becoming involved.

Ding Fan still simply sat on the roadside, not minding the aggressive demeanor of the woman. In his eyes, she was just an ordinary passerby. As for her entanglement with the original host, it had nothing to do with him.

"Eldest Young Master Ding, are you truly not recognizing me or are you just pretending not to..." Zhang Meijiao snorted when Ding Fan ignored her.

"Look at the state you're in, sitting on the roadside. You're almost looking like a beggar. Eldest Young Master, this image of yours is simply heartbreaking to see."

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