My cultivation level increases by one year every day!

"Has someone been deliberately making things difficult for you lately?"

Fang Yuan arrived at Miao Yunshang's residence. She was the head of Tingyu Pavilion and had the most comprehensive information.

"There have indeed been a lot of minor troubles."

Miao Yunshang's beautiful eyes revealed a thoughtful look, "But they are all still within the normal range. As for the young master of the Lin family, I have already taught him a lesson."

"If you encounter this situation again, don't consider the consequences, just kill them all."

Fang Yuan's tone was indifferent, but he possessed an undeniable air of authority, and his eyes flashed with a cold light.

"You don't need to worry too much. There aren't many people in Qinghai City that I need to take seriously."

Fang Yuan's words gave Miao Yunshang a strong sense of security, completely filling her heart and soul, and sending waves of warmth through her.

This was something she had never experienced before during her many years of wandering, even while living in the Murong family.

"If this is truly a scheme orchestrated by someone, that young master of the Lin family should still come."

Fang Yuan thought for a moment, "I will have Deacon Fang Rong stay nearby for two days. You can just maintain your normal routines."

"Keep in touch with me if anything happens, and make sure all the disciples of Tingyu Pavilion become martial artists by the end of the month."

"If a disciple falls behind, she will be demoted to a nominal disciple. If this happens repeatedly, she will be removed from the program and reassigned to support staff. You can decide on the specifics."

Miao Yunshang nodded slightly, and seeing Fang Yuan hand over another pile of cultivation resources, she quickly said:

"The resources that the young master left behind last time were already quite abundant."

"Their cultivation needs to improve, and your strength cannot lag behind."

After saying that, Fang Yuan left Tingyu Pavilion, pondering on the way that he still needed to acquire more cultivation resources.

He has the Fang family's backing for his cultivation, but if he wants to support another group of people and build up his power, he certainly can't use too many family resources.

Once Tingyu Pavilion has fully established its framework, its development will mainly depend on itself; its role is to maintain a firm grasp on the overall direction and prevent deviation.

"I also made a small contribution during my last trip to Qinggangzhai."

Fang Yuan's eyes flickered slightly. The meager sums he had previously looked down upon were still quite significant for Tingyu Pavilion, which was still in its infancy.

"arrive!"

Fang Yuan didn't rush to Yuxiang Tower, but instead went to a blacksmith shop in the outer city.

"Sir, we are a long-established brand, and our products are exquisitely crafted. What would you like to order?"

The clanging sound of blacksmithing echoed continuously. Outside the door, an apprentice wiped the sweat from his brow with a towel hanging around his neck and asked with a smile.

"I want to forge a broadsword that weighs three thousand catties."

"What?"

The apprentice outside thought he had misheard and stood there stunned for a while, but his reaction was quite quick.

"Please wait a moment, I'll go and fetch the manager right away."

A moment later, a burly man dressed in plain clothes with bare arms walked over and his gaze fell on Fang Yuan.

"A three-thousand-pound broadsword is no light weapon."

"I have long heard that the knives crafted by Master Di are of the highest quality, capable of killing without drawing blood."

Di Qiu slightly raised his eyes, made a gesture of invitation, and transmitted his voice with his true energy.

"Who do you need me to kill for you, and when?"

"Leave no survivors from the Lin family in the inner city. We'll make our move when someone comes to collect the knife."

Fang Yuan transformed his voice into a line and responded in kind with his true energy, a chilling glint flashing in his eyes.

"it is good."

Di Qiu did not ask why, but calmly agreed and watched Fang Yuan leave.

"If someone wants to muddy the waters, then let's create a massive wave."

Fang Yuan guessed that anyone with some influence in the inner city would definitely investigate their background before offending anyone.

A spoiled brat may be spoiled, but he's not brainless.

If you want to know who's backing Tingyu Pavilion, you'll find out with a little effort.

After all, Xiao Zi frequently visits this place, and to a certain extent, she represents Fang Yuan's will.

"The Lin family, let's hope they don't get themselves into trouble."

Fang Yuan had no interest in this family he had never even heard of, whether they lived or died.

But if you provoke him and are willing to be used as a pawn, don't be surprised by his wrath.

Perhaps some people might think...

Why should the family be involved in something that is just a matter concerning a junior?

In reality, after the supposed death of Young Master Lin, the Lin family was bound to demand an explanation.

Tingyu Pavilion couldn't stop it; in the end, Fang Yuan had to step in, even alarming the family.

If the person behind the scenes wants to escalate the situation.

The Lin family is doomed.

"The inner city has been peaceful on the surface for too long. It's time to teach people a lesson, so that no random family dares to show its face."

Di Qiu, who worked at the blacksmith shop earlier, was a true Foundation Establishment cultivator who had been living in anonymity for three or four years.

He was originally a craftsman at the Fang family's forging workshop, but later got into trouble and fled the Fang family.

But he was careless and ran away, leaving his whole family behind at the Fang family home.

If Fang Qingyun hadn't taken pity on the pitiful little girl and saved her, the whole family might have died.

At that time, the one who truly had the qualifications and status to make the decision was Fang Yuan, who was accompanying his younger sister.

For this reason, Di Qiu later learned that his family was still alive, and he treated the other party with utmost respect.

So many years have passed.

Fang Yuan was speaking for the first time, and Di Qiu, knowing the rules, naturally didn't ask any further questions.

"Looks like I'll still need a car to go out from now on."

Before he knew it, Fang Yuan had arrived at the entrance of Yuxiang Tower.

The distance wasn't tiring, but the luxury cars parked on both sides of the entrance still made one feel quite prestigious.

"Greetings, Young Master!"

Before Fang Yuan even stepped into the Imperial Fragrance Pavilion, a chorus of respectful greetings rang out at the entrance as numerous family disciples bowed in greeting.

Why aren't you going in?

This victory celebration banquet was hosted by the prefect, and naturally included everyone who had gone to Qinggang Village.

Many family deacons didn't want to attend such events, so they sent their younger disciples instead, treating it as just a bit of fun.

"How can we attend the banquet before the young master has arrived?"

Fang Yuan nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the area, but he didn't see Fang Man, which he found quite strange.

Fang Man also dislikes such occasions, but if Fang Yuan were present, he would definitely come.

"Reporting to the young master, Fang Man said he has gained some insights and is about to break through. He is currently in seclusion and apologizes to you."

Fang Ping approached Fang Yuan, bowed slightly, and said in a low voice.

"Don't stand outside, come inside!"

Fang Yuan walked in front, Fang Yan and Fang Ping were half a step behind, and the others followed behind them.

"That's the Fang family's unparalleled genius, truly handsome beyond compare."

"The county competition will be held soon, and I think the Fang family boy will still be the best."

"It's hard to say, the Wang family's prodigy is also exceptionally talented."

Yu Xiang Lou is the best restaurant in the county town, and those who frequent it are all people of considerable means.

But when they encountered Fang Yuan and the others walking ahead, they had no choice but to step aside and stand to the side, sighing in admiration.

"Why should the Prefect personally come to greet me?"

At the top of the stairs, the prefect, dressed in plain clothes, smiled broadly and adopted a very humble posture.

"I was worried the banquet would be boring, so I specially invited some of the city's most promising young talents. I hope Young Master Fang won't mind?"

Fang Yuan's face remained calm and composed, but he had already guessed what was going on in his mind.

This victory celebration banquet is probably unusual.