Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

And Dugu Xin, the steward hailed as the most loyal in the world, also died under the heavenly calamity.

He died for the greatest swordsman in the world.

After that, the Sword Master bestowed upon Dugu Xin his only son, and from then on, Xin and Fan were born.

The person before me is Fan Qingyi.

A person with extremely high cultivation talent and great prestige among the younger generation of the Fan family.

Nowadays, he is handling many matters in the Fan family.

Over the years, things have been well-organized and orderly, which has won the hearts of many.

Some people jokingly say that the Sword Master has no sons, and the young prince of Yangzhou is a good-for-nothing who cannot cultivate.

In the future, this vast family fortune should not be handed over to that good-for-nothing, but rather to this talented and exceptionally gifted Fan Qingyi.

Fan Qingyi, who likes to wear a blue robe, appears gentle and refined, but is actually a ruthless person.

Moreover, he is quite cunning and has a very deep mind.

Along with Yan Bingyun, the heir of the Yan family, he was known as one of the two great fortune tellers in the capital.

The name "Divine Calculator" implies that one's calculations are flawless.

Over the years, no one in the younger generation of the Fan family has surpassed him; they have all been completely subdued by him.

At such a young age, he has already cultivated to the fourth realm: the Radiant Sun Realm.

The six realms of cultivation: Phoenix Beginning, Qin Heart, Soaring Clouds, Radiant Sun, Qian Yuan, Formless, and Hun Yuan.

Among those of his age, the number of people in the entire Huiyang Realm could not be counted on one hand.

This demonstrates that his talent is exceptional and rarely seen in the world.

Although the number one swordsman in the world never adopted him as his son, he has given him a lot of guidance over the years.

He was largely entrusted with managing the affairs of the household and rarely interfered in matters.

The depth of their trust is no less than that of Dugu Xin, the most trustworthy steward in the world back then.

"Leaving aside the fact that the young master has already begun his cultivation and his future is limitless, just considering the distinction between superiors and inferiors, you who privately slander the young master and ruin his reputation deserve to die ten thousand times!"

Fan Qingyi stared coldly at the rude man kneeling on the ground and reprimanded him:

"If this happens again, we will not let it go lightly!"

"Thank you, young master. Thank you, young master."

The man thanked him repeatedly, then got up and quickly left.

Fan Qingyi glanced at the passersby, her brows furrowing slightly, a hint of murderous intent in her eyes, and said:

"The young master will be returning to the capital soon. Anyone who slanders his reputation behind his back will face my wrath!"

After saying that, he coldly added, "Do you know why ants can never become soaring eagles?"

The old lady and the Sword Master both have high hopes for him and are willing to pay any price, even if it means giving up everything, going bankrupt, and destroying their cultivation, to protect and cultivate their future successor. Is he really the good-for-nothing you all talk about?

He is the heir apparent, for better or for worse, he will be the heir apparent of the royal palace in the future, and our leader. It's one thing for you not to feel respect, but to speak ill of him behind his back and ruin his reputation.

You say this is something that the children of the Fan family should do?

You people are the real short-sighted good-for-nothings!

He'll never amount to anything in his lifetime!

Under the cold gaze of the young man in blue, everyone felt ashamed and remained silent.

Indeed, someone valued by both the old lady and the Sword Master would not be a good-for-nothing.

Looking back on what I said in the past, I realize how short-sighted I was.

However, upon further reflection, one cannot help but admire Fan Qingyi's vision and the precision of her understanding.

Indeed, this is a person with true vision, breadth of mind, and strategic thinking.

However, if the prince returns to the capital, he will lose everything. Is he willing to do that?

Of course, these are the thoughts of many people, but they dare not say them aloud.

Otherwise, you will definitely die!

After reprimanding everyone, Fan Qingyi turned her gaze to the graceful figure in the martial arts arena.

A woman in a white dress is practicing swordsmanship.

She held a long sword, her sword energy crisscrossing between the real and the unreal, as if she could slice the entire world in two.

Sometimes his movements were as elusive as a phantom, as fast as a breeze or lightning; at other times, his sword would slice through the sky, producing bursts of sword cries.

The white dress flowed around her body like a painting, showcasing a perfect blend of elegance and dynamism.

She brandished her long sword, her long skirt billowing as she danced gracefully in the sunset.

Leaping into the air, the sword's momentum, angled towards the ground, was like a bolt of lightning, unstoppable, slicing through the sky like a shooting star streaking across the night, dazzling and mesmerizing.

Her swordsmanship was both sharp and beautiful; every movement was like a beautiful poem, penetrating the depths of her soul.

Sword energy, like a rainbow, sword light, like snow, filled the entire courtyard, creating a suffocating atmosphere.

Her swordsmanship has become even more skillful than it was a month ago, revealing a hint of mystery.

The long sword in her hand seemed to possess a spirit of its own, wielding it with effortless skill.

Her movements complemented her swordsmanship perfectly, light and graceful, each leap so natural yet precise.

Her figure was like a fairy dancing gracefully, her long sword flashing like lightning, her long hair flying. Under the ordinary sunlight, she resembled a fairy dance, exquisite and captivating.

This is the adopted daughter of the Sword Master, rumored to be a child bride specially adopted by the prince of Yangzhou.

The woman practicing swordsmanship moved with dreamlike grace, her swordsmanship was exquisite, and she possessed an extraordinary temperament. The profound meaning contained in her swordsmanship made Fan Qingyi fall into deep thought.

He tried to understand the mystery of her swordsmanship, but found himself unable to grasp it.

Fan Bingyan is a master of the Qian Yuan Realm.

After three years of sword practice, his cultivation stagnated. Then, he suddenly comprehended the Dao and entered the Phoenix Realm. He broke through the realm in five days and entered the Cloud Realm. After a year of seclusion, he had become a master of the Qian Yuan Realm.

The realm of formlessness is just one step away.

Chapter 39 [The Female Sword Immortal]

The fourth realm, the Radiant Sun Realm, involves refining the body into Qi, which surrounds the body with light, forming a nascent soul within, and harnessing the Qi of heaven and earth for one's own use. One enjoys freedom in life and death, self-illuminating light, constant brightness day and night, and can roam through various grottoes and palaces, attended by numerous immortals.

The fifth realm, the Qian Yuan Realm, involves refining Qi into spirit, allowing the spirit to soar beyond the heavens, and is known as a divine being. This realm grants unparalleled flexibility and limitless power; the divine being can move heaven and earth, shift mountains and drain seas, and unleash the fury of thunder.

As one of the three young masters of the capital, he has already cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage at such a young age. He must have been aided by rare and precious treasures, but he also possesses unparalleled talent.

However, compared to the pure and holy woman in white before him, he was far inferior.

The fourth realm and the fifth realm may seem to be only one step apart, but in reality they are worlds apart and cannot be compared.

In the world of cultivation, there are often legends of cross-border battles and victories.

But that only applies to lower levels.

In the first three realms, geniuses possess supernatural powers and wondrous techniques, and their victories in cross-border battles are not surprising.

After the third realm, there are few records of crossing borders to fight and winning.

In the martial arts arena, a pure and holy girl in white wields her sword, its blade domineering and spinning wildly, its light piercing the sky.

Under the morning sun, the longsword danced like a sharp arrow, a streak of purple lightning. In the clash of blades, it was as if countless tiny blades were vying for its unparalleled sharpness.

Beneath the sky, faint explosions could be heard, because the overly sharp sword light sliced ​​through the air, exploding into air waves like water droplets.

Those sword energies appeared in the air like ghosts, faintly tearing through the void, like streaks of lightning slicing across the sky.

Under the sunlight, these sword energies were coated with a layer of gold, shimmering and shining brightly.

The white longsword in the girl's hand swept through the air with a sharp and fierce momentum. The instantaneous brilliance fell on her, adding a touch of mystery.

The longsword drew streaks of light, creating one breathtaking scene after another in the air.

In a daze, she leaped up again, the sword in her hand slicing through the sky. The sword light was like a coiling dragon, sweeping towards the horizon.

Wherever the light passed, the air seemed to freeze, as if it were about to be killed on the spot by this powerful sword energy.

At this moment, a sword aura also rose in the girl's heart, merging one hundred percent of herself into all her sword techniques.

Man and sword unite!

That feeling was like her heart being born for the sword; the sword's power grew stronger and stronger, filling the entire space.

Beneath the vast sky, even the smallest sparks seemed destined to be shattered by this overwhelming force, collapsing onto the ground.

At this moment, the sword's edge gracefully swept across the sky, displaying a captivating and ever-changing beauty, much like the water itself.

Each attack seemed to create a magnificent spectacle.

It's as if time itself can stand still for a moment.

The longsword flew from her hand, soaring into the void with boundless power, pressing down on the void with overwhelming force, like a thousand troops, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Before long, everything returned to calm.