The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 986: Your Father is a Swindler!

Chapter 986: Chapter 986: Your Father is a Swindler!

His injuries had not completely healed, and now this overwhelming pressure made his condition even more severe.

"Trespassed... I have already said that no one is allowed to enter this place... Those who enter without permission, die!"

By the end of his statement, the murderous intent in his voice suddenly surged, and the terrifying presence became even stronger.

Shuang’er and the others were completely overwhelmed, almost unable to move.

Ning Fan, enduring this oppressive force, felt his bones emit a grating, twisted sound, as if they might break at any moment.

"Damn it, what exactly is this thing..."

Ning Fan’s forehead veins bulged, sweat drenched his head, and even his clothes on his back were soaked.

Seeing that the pressure was becoming unbearable, almost to the point where Shuang’er and the others could not withstand it, Ning Fan could only release his Spiritual Power to encompass them.

Under the protection of the Spiritual Power, everyone instantly relaxed.

Shuang’er flipped over, sitting up and gasping for air heavily, with a lingering fright in his eyes.

"What terrifying pressure... what exactly is that thing?"

To date, the strongest person Shuang’er had met was his master.

But this pressure was much stronger than that.

Facing that pressure, Shuang’er had no thought of resistance, feeling that if the other party wanted to kill him, it would be an easy feat.

Ning Fan, having released his Spiritual Power to alleviate the pressure, stood up again and said, "Senior, we really mean no harm. It was merely a mistake."

The owner of the voice was somewhat surprised that Ning Fan could forcibly stand up.

"Interesting... You can actually withstand my pressure, wait!"

It was as if he recalled something, and his voice turned somewhat excited.

"Your scent is somewhat familiar; I seem to have seen you somewhere!"

Now, it was Ning Fan’s turn to be puzzled.

"Senior, this is my first time in Kunlun, and I should not have met you before."

During the conversation, Ning Fan remained vigilant as the oppressive force had not dissipated.

Moreover, how capricious the owner of this power seemed, who knew what could offend him?

"No, no, no... I must have seen you, or someone related to you!"

The voice paused for a moment, then suddenly blurted out a name that Ning Fan did not expect.

"What is Ning Potian to you?"

Upon hearing this name, Ning Fan was completely stunned.

After a moment, he slowly said, "He is... my father."

The voice’s owner also seemed surprised by this answer; after a moment, he then slowly lamented, "I never thought... even his son has grown so much; I have indeed stayed here for too long."

As his words finished, the oppressive force enveloping them also dispersed.

Shuang’er and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and gathered around Ning Fan.

Ning Fan, full of doubts, frowned and said, "Senior, you know my father?"

"Hehe, more than just knowing him, your father was once saved by me!"

The voice’s owner chuckled twice, and then an invisible force emerged, slowly dispersing the surrounding white mist, revealing a narrow path.

"Come over here, let me see what Ning Potian’s son actually looks like."

Su Qingcheng said nervously, "Ning Fan... should we go over?"

Shuang’er and Huo Erba didn’t ask; they both looked to Ning Fan for a decision.

Whatever Ning Fan decided, they would unconditionally support.

Ning Fan pondered for a moment and then nodded firmly, "Let’s go!"

He came to Kunlun to find a way to help Xu Yourong regain her memories and to find clues about his parents.

This mysterious person knowing something about his father was definitely not an opportunity to miss.

Seeing Ning Fan make a decision, the three did not say anything further, but simply stood behind Ning Fan, showing their stance.

Taking a deep breath, Ning Fan stepped forward, following the narrow path.

He quickly walked out of the white mist, arriving in front of a cliff.

Below the cliff, there was a quiet, deep pool with a clear water surface where fish could be seen swimming.

Ning Fan stopped in front of the deep pool, looked around, but saw no one.

"Senior, I have arrived, may I ask if you could show yourself for a talk?"

As his words fell, a layer of white mist surged on top of the deep pool.

This mist seemed to be alive, constantly swirling, and finally converged into a clear human form.

"Are you Ning Potian’s son?"

The White Mist Spirit examined Ning Fan from head to toe, curiosity flooding the eyes formed of mist.

It was the first time Ning Fan had encountered such a being; though he was surprised, he still nodded and said, "I have seen you before, Senior. My name is Ning Fan."

"Hmm... Not bad, you indeed resemble Ning Potian quite closely, even the aura is nearly identical. It seems you really are his son."

The White Mist Spirit nodded slightly, acknowledging Ning Fan’s identity.

Sensing no malice from the other party, Ning Fan hesitated for a moment, then boldly asked, "Senior, may I know what relationship my father had with you?"

The White Mist Spirit scoffed, "Heh, your father is a fraudster!"

A fraudster?

Ning Fan immediately tensed up.

Could it be that his father had done something deceitful in the past, and now trouble had come looking for him?