Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

"I heard that when he deflowers a woman, he never uses a real knife or penis, but always uses his fingers instead."

"Oh..." (voice fluctuates)

One way, two ways...

In the corridor, the old lady, her hair now streaked with gray, looked at the scene before her with a worried expression.

I'm really afraid that the Chaos Treasure won't be able to withstand it.

Although the power of heavenly tribulation varies in strength, it is ultimately the power of the Heavenly Dao and should not be underestimated.

Fortunately, despite the nine bolts of lightning striking, the Chaos Treasure remained as stable as Mount Tai.

Seeing this, many people finally breathed a sigh of relief.

With a wave of her hand, the old lady dismissed everyone in the darkness to rest.

In the vast garden, Fan Zui's pavilion occupies the most spacious central position, with few buildings around it. This is not a coincidence, but rather a deliberate arrangement.

It was as if he already knew he would be frequently struck by lightning.

In the dim light, Ju Zi stood beside the old lady, her face slightly pale.

However, things quickly returned to normal.

"Girl, are you alright?" The old lady patted her head and asked with concern.

"Madam, I'm fine. It seems that the young master has awakened another part of his talent."

Upon hearing this, the old lady nodded and said in a low voice, "That should be the case."

In the darkness, a cold wind howled.

Orange's long, smooth hair fluttered slightly.

She glanced back at the attic, then helped the old lady toward the room.

"Child, if I asked you to stay with him for the rest of your life, through life and death, would you be willing?"

The sound of the cane hitting the ground was so clear that it could be heard.

The wind blew, and the leaves rustled.

"I am willing."

Words from the heart gently drifted in the night wind.

Two figures walked further and further away until they disappeared from sight.

Inside the room, Fan Zui's aura was palpable.

In the palm of his hand, a wisp of lightning surged up and down.

Just now, he used the power of the lightning to cultivate the secret technique to the first level in one fell swoop.

Attract thunder!

As the numbness in his body intensified, Fan Zui hurriedly dispersed his internal energy.

A wisp of lightning quickly dissipated.

"One Shot, One Thunder" is a beginner's guide.

If he has the right timing and location, he can initially draw upon the power of thunder and turn it for his own use.

Such a rapid cultivation speed, if it were to spread to the outside world, would surely cause a sensation.

In the past, it took many people at least five years of arduous training to even enter the realm of Lightning Summoning.

Moreover, before achieving any success in cultivation, one will be struck by lightning countless times.

However, Fan Zui succeeded in cultivating it on his first try.

Moreover, it can be grasped at a basic level.

The next day.

Fan Zui got up very early and began his cultivation on the rooftop, facing the first rays of the rising sun.

Having experienced the brink of life and death multiple times, the sense of powerlessness he felt made him truly realize that great strength is the foundation for everything.

Otherwise, sooner or later she will become someone else's bed model, someone else's sex slave.

Therefore, in order to gain the initiative, we must become stronger.

On this day, many people in the mansion began to get busy.

Because everyone knows that the young master of the Fan family, who attracted a heavenly tribulation and became a cripple back then, can finally cultivate now.

Moreover, he will soon return to the capital to see the Sword Master, who has already dissipated all his cultivation.

Many people feel a slight pang of sadness whenever they think about the various possible scenarios of the two meeting.

Over the years, the Fan family has spent a great deal of money and wasted countless rare and precious resources on this adopted boy; those within the family know best.

Fortunately, things have finally taken a turn for the better, and a brighter future is on the horizon.

In fact, upon hearing this news, many people, whether in the Fan family mansion in Yangzhou or the Fan family mansion in the capital, were deeply moved.

The orange-red sun slowly rose, beginning to paint the sky red.

Under its light, the clouds turned orange-yellow, like a shimmering piece of amber.

The sunlight gradually poured down, shining upon the world and warming everything.

imperial capital.

Fan Mansion.

In the training ground, a girl in white is practicing her sword under the morning sun.

Not far away, a middle-aged man with a full head of white hair, a resolute face, and a natural air of imposing authority stood with his hands behind his back.

Like an ancient sword, it stands proudly in the world.

He watched the figure practicing swordsmanship in silence.

In my mind, my thoughts had already flown to Yangzhou.

Chapter 38 [The Child Bride]

The Fan family mansion occupies a vast area and has a sufficiently large, spacious, and sturdy training ground.

On ordinary days, many practitioners or young disciples from the manor come here to cultivate.

The Fan family is the most prominent family in the capital, so naturally they have many descendants.

Excluding the main lineage, the number of disciples in the branch lineages alone is no less than a thousand.

By this time, a large crowd had already gathered around.

After all, such a great opportunity to observe and learn is not something that comes around all the time.

As everyone knows, every month or so, the Sword Master would come here to inspect Miss Bingyan's cultivation progress.

Therefore, at this time of month, many people inevitably flock here to watch.

Hopefully, we can learn something from this.

"After a month apart, Miss Bingyan's cultivation seems to have become even more unfathomable."

"Yes, I feel the same way. I still can't see through her level of understanding."

"This is the crushing power of talent."

"Sword Master possesses extraordinary talent; those he has carefully taught are naturally beyond our reach."

"That's right. People like you and me, who are considered the pride of heaven by outsiders, are really nothing in front of Miss Bingyan."

"Forget it, let's see if we can learn anything today. There's no point in saying more."

"Hey, have you heard? That good-for-nothing Fan Zui from Yangzhou seems to have finally started cultivating."

Snapped!

Before the man's mocking voice had even faded, he was sent flying by a slap that suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Two teeth flew out, arcing through the air before landing on the ground.

The next moment, the teeth were instantly reduced to dust and scattered by the wind.

"How dare you or I mention or comment on the name of the Crown Prince?"

A young man in blue robes, with a slightly aloof demeanor but appearing quite mature and composed, slowly walked over.

That slap just now came from his hand.

"Greetings, Young Master Fan!"

Those around him hurriedly bowed.

The audience members showed genuine respect for the young man in blue.

Fan Qingyi, steward of the Fan family, son of Dugu Xin.

Back then, under that tribulation of lightning, the number one swordsman in the world lost all his cultivation and became a cripple.