Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

Her swordsmanship was like that of a celestial being descending from the heavens, delicate yet swift, with the blade flashing and radiating boundless power.

Agile and pure as snow.

The figures of those in the dim light gathered from all directions, their silhouettes appearing and disappearing like ghosts.

They were drawn to the swordplay, but dared not approach, fearing they might accidentally injure themselves.

They whispered among themselves, marveling at the superb swordsmanship of the man and woman, and awe-inspiring because of the overwhelming sword intent they displayed.

The falling snowflakes, like the dance of angels, complemented the swordplay of the men and women.

Snowflakes fell between their hair, sparkling like diamonds, conveying a warm beauty amidst the cold.

Swords and snow, ice and fire, intertwine to form a symphony.

People could only watch from afar, marveling at this hazy spectacle of swordsmanship, feeling both awe and longing.

In this world of swirling snowflakes, a man and a woman sparred, showcasing the power of sword intent and the dazzling brilliance of the blades.

The figure intertwined with snowflakes is captivating and deeply moving.

After a long while, the two sheathed their swords and stood there.

"I always felt that something was missing between us, and we could never work together as a team."

Fan Bingyan stared at the long sword in her hand and said with considerable confusion.

They were so in sync, yet they still couldn't grasp the essence of the dual swords.

When the two swords are combined, they always fall just short at the final moment.

"I'm wondering too..." Fan Zui sighed softly, took out a pot of wine, took a sip, and handed it to the person next to him.

After hesitating for a moment, Fan Bingyan took the wine pot and took a sip.

The strong liquor went down my throat, and the fiery heat rose up, instantly making me feel much warmer.

"They're a match made in heaven..."

Looking into the distance, a disciple sighed in admiration.

Of course, many others remained silent, heartbroken.

All these years of pursuing women have ultimately been unattainable.

"It seems the rumors about the child bride are true. The two of them have been practicing swordsmanship together all this time."

Some disciples noticed that recently, at this time every day, the two of them would come to this place at the same time to practice swordsmanship together, showing a remarkable tacit understanding.

"His Highness's cultivation is unfathomable. It's truly unimaginable that he has grown so quickly in such a short time."

"Well, you don't even know who values ​​him."

The villagers were buzzing with discussion, but very few stepped forward to provoke them.

Fan Zui sighed again, realizing that his life was ultimately not the kind of passionate, boastful, and face-slapping experience.

There are too few villains!

How about we try going to the battlefield?

"The Qian Yuan Empire and the Southern Barbarian Empire are already engaged in fierce fighting on the border. As the Grand General of the Imperial Court, why aren't you joining the war?"

Inside the pavilion, while resting, Fan Bingyan took the initiative to ask a question.

"Me? I'm just a reserve soldier; it's not my turn to go into battle yet."

The war between the two empires has intensified, with both sides deploying over a million troops.

"At that time, I will go with you."

She had her back to him and suddenly said something.

Fan Zui nodded. "That would be great."

As soon as Fan Zui emerged from the secret realm, he saw the fat man approaching.

Although he's still called Fatty, he's not fat at all now.

Moreover, as the cultivation level changes, the muscles begin to slowly become visible.

That technique is indeed powerful!

"Boss, did you offend the Star Gazing Pavilion?"

Upon meeting, the fat man went straight to the point and asked...

Upon learning that it was related to a witch, Fan Zui immediately became alert.

"The Star Gazing Pavilion? What's the matter?"

The fat man rolled up his sleeves, showing off his arm muscles, before saying:

“Yesterday, the Star Gazing Pavilion sent someone to me to inquire about all your deeds.”

Fan Zui paused slightly. It seemed that the witch was beginning to suspect his identity.

"Then what did you say?"

The fat man stylishly tossed his hair and said:

"Of course I'm telling the truth. Anyway, your matter isn't exactly a secret."

but……"

She leaned closer mysteriously, then lowered her voice and said:

"I specifically told that person that you're in great shape and can last eighteen nights..."

"Your uncle!"

Fan Zui kicked him, but he dodged it.

The fat man of today is not the same fat man he used to be.

He was agile and muscular, a true muscle man.

He was nowhere near the size of his former four or five hundred pounds.

"It's nothing," he waved casually.

The fat man was relieved and said, "That's good. I thought I had offended those women."

He paused for a moment, then said:

"Boss, do you think it's possible that the stunningly beautiful female pavilion master, who's ranked among the top five on the Hundred Flowers Ranking, has taken a liking to you?"

Having said that, without waiting for Fan Zui's reply, he shook his head and muttered to himself:

"Impossible, impossible! That woman is so arrogant. I spent a hundred million spirit stones and she still wouldn't even see me. How could she possibly be interested in someone she's never even met?"

Fan Zui: "..."

One hundred million? You spendthrift woman!

Chapter 239 [Revisiting the Witch in a Dream]

Observatory.

A thousand meters underground, in a small world.

Amidst the falling snow and shrouded in mist, a secluded hot spring is hidden in a tranquil scenic spot.

The rocks beside the hot spring and the lush forest complement each other beautifully, and a stream flows gently, making a melodious sound like music.

In this tranquil setting, a beautiful woman is enjoying the hot spring.

She wore a purple silk bathrobe, light as a cloud, gently clinging to her perfectly curved body.

The belt of her bathrobe was undone, and the bathrobe opened slightly, revealing her smooth, flawless skin and slender waist.

Her long hair was neatly combed and draped down her back, swaying gently in the breeze.

Her skin was as white as snow, and its jade-like luster shone with a captivating glow.

She soaked leisurely in the hot spring, her delicate skin gently enveloped by the warm water.

A light mist diffused around her, like a veil, further highlighting her beautiful figure.

She quietly closed her eyes, a serene smile on her face.

My whole being seemed to be dancing to cheerful music, and a feeling of happiness and tranquility came from the depths of my heart.

The hot spring water gently splashed on her body, gliding over her skin like playful little elves.

The surrounding flowers, plants, and trees seemed to be attracted by her beauty, releasing a delicate fragrance.

A gentle breeze caressed the delicate petals of the flower, like a dancer paying homage to her.

The little bird also perched on the branch and sang merrily, accompanying her.

She relaxed in the hot spring, enjoying the gentle embrace of the water.

The soothing, gentle flow of water massaged her skin and muscles, relieving fatigue and stress.

She felt the tranquility and comfort brought to her by the hot spring, and relaxed completely.