Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

Firstly, it is powerful and can quickly defeat enemies.

Secondly, one can use the power of the heavenly tribulation to temper oneself and turn danger into opportunity.

Fan Zui immediately decided that from this day forward, he would begin cultivating the power of lightning.

However, he hesitated.

Because, so far, he has not awakened his talent, nor does he know whether his talent includes the lightning attribute.

Two days from now will be the day my talent awakens. I hope I won't disappoint myself then.

In fact, Fan Zui also had a vague feeling that his talent was not simple.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have attracted a heavenly tribulation, nor would it have been specially marked as "sealed" by the system.

After absorbing the secret techniques passed down within, Fan Zui slowly opened his eyes.

At this moment, his entire body was charred black.

Fortunately, thanks to the support of the Xuanbing Armor, he was not injured.

It's just that my hair is a bit frizzy.

The last message that flashed through my mind the moment I opened my eyes.

This thunder technique isn't actually that powerful, but it's listed as one of the secret arts because thunder techniques are extremely rare in the world.

Moreover, this is the most reliable and solid secret technique for building a foundation in the field of thunder magic.

Ok?

Fan Zui's lips twitched slightly.

On the last page of the secret manual, there was a small, specially written note.

The technique of lightning can penetrate a hole in one strike, greatly increasing endurance.

If one day he masters the art of thunder magic and can control it at will, he can also use it for flirting in the bedroom.

It comes with a touch of lightning, providing both physical and mental enjoyment during prolonged battles, with waves constantly crashing.

Fan Zui is now almost certain that the person who created this method must be a fellow believer.

It has to be said, he understands men.

Cultivation, of course, is for improving one's abilities.

Abilities can be categorized into many types.

A powerful cultivator naturally develops in all aspects, leaving no flaws.

Sustainability is probably every man's lifelong dream.

After tidying up, Fan Zui left the secret room.

"How was it? Did you find anything?" the old lady asked with concern.

Fan Zui nodded and said, "I have obtained a thunder technique."

Upon hearing this, the old lady was stunned for a moment, probably not expecting that Fan Zui would choose to cultivate thunder magic.

However, she quickly realized what was going on.

Fan Zui was considering the future calamity.

After all, if he could master the power of heavenly tribulation, wouldn't that be a powerful trump card for him?

The old lady nodded and did not ask any further questions.

She believed that Fan Zui would have his own opportunity.

Next, let's continue.

In the armory, Fan Zui chose a long spear that was entirely fiery red.

He called it the Extreme Flame Spear.

For some reason, he felt that he might need it, so he put it away.

In addition, he received a spatial ring from the old lady, with a space of one hundred square meters.

It's not very big, but it's enough for my needs.

After selecting a few more treasures, Fan Zui followed the old lady out of the treasure vault.

Once outside, looking at the key in his hand, Fan Zui handed it back to the old lady.

"It's getting late, you should get some rest," the old lady kindly instructed.

He paused for a moment, then added, "I won't see you off in two days. People get old and easily moved to tears; they can't bear to see you go."

Just as Fan Zui was about to say something, the old lady turned and left, missing one item.

In the darkness, the old lady walked slowly, her back slightly hunched, wearing a gray robe, her expression growing increasingly solemn with age.

In the darkness, her silhouette was a lonely sight as she walked silently down the corridor.

The surroundings were completely silent, with only the sound of the old man's footsteps drifting in the night breeze through the corridor.

Her background appeared lonely and serene, as if she were contemplating alone or reminiscing about happy times in the past.

And now, only this moment of quiet and lonely silhouette remains.

Ju Zi watched as Fan Zui's gaze remained fixed on the old lady as she left, thinking to herself, "The young master has remembered all the kindness the old lady has shown him over the years."

He may seem like a playboy, but he is actually a very sentimental person.

"Young Master, the Old Madam asked me to tell you that there is no need to keep your departure a secret, because your whereabouts have never been a secret to any of the various forces in the world."

The old lady said that there were at least three to five hundred people in the Fan family mansion, who were spies planted by people all over the country.

Orange herself was clearly very surprised when she said these words.

"The old lady has been investigating all these years, but she has never been able to find anything, not even a trace. It's very strange."

Therefore, she told you to be careful in everything after you leave Yangzhou.

Because the fact that you have begun your spiritual practice cannot be kept secret.

Therefore, people's attitudes towards you will likely vary, and at that point, things will be very difficult to predict.

Upon hearing this, Fan Zui fell into deep thought.

After a moment, he asked the head maid of the Fan family in front of him:

How many people are there in the manor in total?

Ju Zi thought for a moment and said, "Including you, me, and the old lady, there are a total of 504 people."

Fan Zui was speechless.

In the old lady's words, three to five hundred of them might be spies from various factions across the land.

So, does that mean it's basically all of them?

If you grab a handful at random, nine out of ten will be like that.

So it turns out the entire Fan residence was my spy nest.

"Okay, I understand. You should get some rest. Pack your bags tomorrow and set off the day after tomorrow."

Under the moonlight, her pure face revealed a faint sorrow, her gaze fixed on the distance, her cherry-like lips trembling slightly, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

Her naturally beautiful face was free of any unnecessary makeup, and her soft, long hair fell gently over her shoulders.

He opened his mouth, but ultimately swallowed back the words that were already on the tip of his tongue.

Fan Zui frowned slightly, but didn't think much of it.

He then returned to his room.

Here, however, we met Butler Zhao.

"Here is your one million low-grade spirit stones, which is considered half a month's manuscript fee."

Fan Zui took the storage bag and put it into his spatial ring.

Seeing that Fan Zui was about to enter the house, the steward suddenly called him to a stop.

Fan Zui turned around and saw his empty sleeve fluttering in the wind.

"The old lady is right. There are indeed many people in the mansion who are spies from various forces around the world, and they have been responsible for monitoring you all these years."

However, I gradually eliminated them one by one.

"Now everyone in the manor is one of our own."

Fan Zui looked at the one-armed old man before him, who, for reasons unknown, had devoted himself to protecting the old lady all these years without asking for anything in return. After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked:

"And you, whose side are you on?"

Upon hearing this, the one-armed steward burst into laughter.

Leaves fell from the sky, only to be pulverized and scattered by the wind.

"Truly worthy of being someone the Sword Master has chosen and nurtured with all his might."

To tell you the truth, I have five hundred identities.