Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

He had been with him for many years, but he rarely saw the man so thoughtful.

The former Sword Master shook his head. "Perhaps I'm overthinking it. I just feel that there's a deeper meaning behind his actions, but I can't figure it out yet."

"No way……"

Even so, the young man in blue suddenly recalled the flat price from earlier, revealing his deep cunning...

At this moment, the handsome young man in white, whose good looks inspired envy, soared into the sky and arrived at the mountain peak.

"I hope my godfather is well!"

He respectfully performed the junior's greeting.

"Good, good, good!"

A middle-aged man with white hair stepped forward, gently patted his shoulder, looked him over carefully for a while, and nodded in satisfaction.

After many years,

Fan Zui finally saw the person in front of him clearly. He was in his prime, but his hair was already completely white.

A middle-aged man with a profound and deep temperament.

His face bore the slight marks of time, with a touch of melancholy in his expression.

His long, slender eyebrows were slightly furrowed, exuding determination and composure.

His deep eyes revealed the wisdom gained from experiencing countless trials and tribulations.

His face seemed to bear the marks of time and the experiences of life.

The person before me, seemingly ordinary yet extraordinary, stood there, yet gave one the feeling of an ancient sword standing tall between heaven and earth.

"Boy!"

At this moment, a group of cultivators flew in from behind, lined up in formation, and were experts from the Yan and Lin families.

Not far away, a group of black-armored guards surrounded the mountain peak, making it impossible to pass through.

The black scythe in his hand emitted wisps of black energy.

The armor trembled, the sounds were uniform.

Getting in is easy, but getting out is not so easy.

The expressions of the two family heads changed slightly.

Now that things have come to this, the questions that need to be asked still need to be asked.

"Who are you?" The scar on the Lin family patriarch's face trembled slightly, enough to frighten a child.

Fan Zui turned to look at the assembled crowd, frowning slightly. "Who I am is none of your business. Judging by your posture, you want to fight?"

The Yan family patriarch, who preferred to smooth things over, stepped forward, interrupting the Lin family patriarch who was about to speak. He looked at Fan Zui and asked with a fake smile:

"You look unfamiliar. May I ask which faction you belong to?"

Fan Zui pinched the bridge of his nose and suddenly laughed.

That's great! Finally, a villain has come knocking on our door to slap us in the face.

After cultivating for so long, he had almost forgotten that he was actually a time traveler.

There are always scenes of people showing off and getting humiliated, but it always feels like something's missing.

"What are you laughing at!" The two elderly people frowned at the same time, feeling that there was something wrong with the young man's mind.

Fan Qingyi was about to speak when she was stopped by a look from the Marquis of Destruction.

Chapter 217 [Discussing Rebellion in the Study]

Fan Zui always felt that he wasn't really like a protagonist in a wish-fulfillment novel.

Aside from a tough start, he encountered almost no problems, whether in his cultivation bottlenecks or in real life.

Most obviously, the plot of showing off only to be slapped in the face is unprecedented.

Okay, cultivation is for seeking immortality, not for showing off and slapping faces.

However, if someone comes up to him, he doesn't mind hitting them.

Since I've been reborn, why not play dumb and take advantage of the situation this time?

This is a golden opportunity.

However, things took another unexpected turn when these people actually left.

That's right, she turned around and left...

He was left standing there in astonishment, a vein throbbing slightly between his eyebrows.

What kind of rules are these?!

These are two major families, after all. Why gather so many people just to put on a show?

Why don't you make a move?

I rely on!

Nothing.

In the end, he stopped, turned around, and left.

Once the arrow has been shot, can it be taken back?

Once a bullet is fired, can it be swallowed back up?

Watching the departing crowd, the opportunity to show off and slap them in the face slipped away once again, and the cunning young man's face darkened slightly.

What's wrong with this world? All the villains are so abnormal.

"How about that, dumbfounded now?" Taotie retorted.

The gloomy sky finally began to drizzle.

A gentle breeze was blowing, carrying a few raindrops, cool and refreshing.

At the mountaintop, the wind is naturally stronger, causing hair to fly in the wind.

“Although you rarely appear in the capital, almost everyone has a portrait of you. It’s impossible for him not to recognize you, so it’s normal for him to have some reservations.”

The young man in blue stepped forward and said.

"Then what was the point of their actions just now?" He frowned slightly, seemingly puzzled.

The young man in blue, however, was not buying it. He gave him a disdainful look and turned back to the pavilion.

"You don't know? I thought someone as cunning as you should be able to see things clearly."

The young man in blue looked resentful and spoke in a grumbling tone, as if he were complaining about something.

She resembled a neglected woman in the inner palace.

"Me, scheming? Who said that?"

He's clearly an innocent little white rabbit, okay?

Scheming or anything like that is impossible.

"She said it." Fan Qingyi reached out and pointed to the aloof, white-clad swordswoman beside him.

Fan Bingyan: "..."

"Sword Maiden, do you have some misunderstanding about me?"

The aloof woman stared directly at him. "You've probably forgotten that the owners of the Azure Sky and Yellow Springs Twin Swords can communicate with each other."

"..."

Okay, that was sloppy.

"Now that we've finished chatting, let's prepare to return to the capital." Marquis Mie Shi was quite pleased to see the group chatting and joking around.

The group quickly returned to the capital via the teleportation array.

Before leaving, Fan Zui took one last look at the City of Daughters.

At the entrance, the crimson gate had vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.

Many practitioners also left, sighing and lamenting.

They couldn't afford to offend the Taotie of the Formless Realm, so they could only grit their teeth, swallow their anger, and curse the Taotie for being unable to defecate.

Fan Zui made a point of looking around the crowd, but he didn't see the senior sister of the Hehuan Sect again.

Strangely enough, it seemed that wherever he went, he would meet this destined person.

But they didn't meet again on this trip to the secret realm.

We had met outside the secret realm, but after entering it, we had no chance to meet again.

Hmm, what is he thinking?

What's so great about that woman? Besides being a bit older, she doesn't seem to have any other redeeming qualities.

Two months later, I returned to the capital.