Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

"Just wait and see, the Fan family won't be able to keep up this spree for long..."

A flash of killing intent crossed the eyes of the two family heads.

Just then, the crowd suddenly became agitated.

"Look, the dog is coming out!"

Chapter 215 [The Sword Master's Shock]

A pavilion atop the mountain.

"Godfather!" The aloof woman performed a junior's bow, as a way of greeting and paying her respects.

"How was your trip?" The white-haired middle-aged man smiled kindly, looking at the very sensible girl with great satisfaction.

The pavilion was empty, and the guards were all on duty in the distance, making it seem rather deserted and quiet.

"Everything went smoothly. We found Ji Cangjin's cultivation outline and also the Azure Sky Divine Sword."

The sword-wielding woman held out her hands, handing over the secret manual and the divine sword together.

The white-haired man who was sitting in the pavilion drinking tea was shocked upon hearing this. He paused for a moment, put down his teacup, stood up, and walked to the girl.

A gentle breeze stirred, white hair fluttered in the wind, and dark clouds continued to gather in the sky.

He reached out to grab the manual, but stopped above it, sighed softly, and placed his hand on the Azure Sky Divine Sword, not picking it up, but gently stroking it.

Then, looking up at the sky, it seemed like sand got into my eyes, and it took me a while to clear them.

"Now that you have found it, you should cultivate diligently. In time, you will surely become the supreme ruler of the world."

"Godfather, you..."

The middle-aged man with white hair turned around, his back to her, and raised his hand to interrupt her.

"Tell me about what's happening in the secret realm."

The white-clad swordswoman remained silent, seemingly wanting to speak but holding back.

She couldn't understand why her adoptive father refused to practice the secret manual when it was right in front of him.

They didn't even glance at it.

"How did Yan Bingyun and Lin Fan die?"

"I killed him." The young man in blue also came to the outside of the pavilion.

"My lord!" He bowed respectfully in a subordinate's salute.

This World Destroyer, who had lost all cultivation, simply stared at the young man in blue before him, causing his forehead to be covered with a fine layer of sweat.

After a long while, a strong voice asked:

"No trace was left, right?"

"Rest assured, my lord, there will be no way to prove it once the dead are dead."

"Just kill them, we'll kill them sooner or later anyway."

The usually arrogant young man in blue robes lowered his head and dared not reply.

"Where is that kid?" He sat down in the pavilion and glanced at the exit of the secret realm, where it was still bustling with noise.

Strangely, these people, having come out, lingered there, seemingly waiting for someone.

"Your Highness?" Fan Qingyi asked, then added:

"We met in the secret realm, parted three days ago, and now we don't know where he is."

"You two met up?" The Sword Master turned around and glanced at the aloof sword fairy woman.

“Yes, but he didn’t reveal his identity.” Fan Bingyan nodded. “He also gave me the secret manual.”

"He doesn't reveal his identity, yet he gives you a secret manual. He's really generous." The old man said with a half-smile.

"Now that you've met him, tell me, what do you think of him?"

As he spoke, he poured another cup of tea, but it had gone cold, so he stopped drinking it and poured it on the ground.

Upon seeing this, Fan Qingyi hurriedly stepped forward to brew tea, her movements skillful and practiced.

Adjusting the heat to the right level, he said:

"His Highness is indeed a dragon among men, unfathomable, and has lived up to the Marquis's high expectations."

Fan Jian was slightly surprised.

Although this Steward Fan appears calm on the surface, he is actually quite arrogant at heart. He looks down on even the other two young masters in the capital, so it is truly remarkable that he has managed to get such a fair price from him.

What do you think?

Fan Bingyan stood to the side, her brows slightly furrowed, seemingly still troubled by what had just happened.

Seeing this, the Sword Master was pleased but couldn't help but sigh, thinking, "She's just a stubborn little girl."

"Godfather, perhaps you should..."

“Answer me.”

"He's... fine."

That's it?

I asked you to give me your evaluation, and this is your reply?

What does "very good" mean?

If that's the case, then I'll have to bring up the topic of child brides.

Coming to her senses, Fan Bingyan realized that the two of them were looking at her, and immediately said:

"He is very mysterious, has many methods, and countless trump cards."

He is gentle in nature, but cunning and ruthless.

Before the Marquis could speak, the young man in blue couldn't help but ask:

How did you realize he was cunning?

The aloof woman sheathed the Azure Sky Divine Sword and the manual, glanced at him, and said in an extremely indifferent tone:

"Actually, he harbored murderous intent towards you more than once, you probably didn't know that, did you?"

Fan Qingyi: "..."

He was taken aback, and his face fell.

I'm heartbroken, so heartbroken.

I was even thinking of warming his bed for him.

Your Highness, you have broken my heart.

"Why?" he asked, unwilling to give up.

He really hadn't noticed the murderous intent.

Well, what happened to the deep brotherhood you promised? Your smile is so genuine, but your murderous intent is so profound.

You wait, I'll turn you gay sooner or later.

Fan Bingyan stepped forward to pour tea for her godfather and explained:

"They probably think you're unfathomable, unpredictable, and dangerous."

Don't overthink it. If he really wanted to kill you, he wouldn't have let you leave the secret realm alive.

Fan Qingyi: "..."

Am I unfathomable? Am I dangerous?

Speaking of this, he is probably the most dangerous and unfathomable one.

Is it possible for someone to cultivate from an ordinary person to the Formless Realm in just a few months?

Despite being so strong, they still choose to hide their trump cards.

A scholar wielding a sword?

Lao Tzu could tell at a glance that his specialty was not swordsmanship.

So stubborn!

"Judging from your expressions, you all seem quite wary of him?"

Marquis of Destruction smiled broadly. After more than ten years, this kid has finally begun to rise.

Judging by its appearance, it's moving quite fast.

It's frighteningly fast.

Fan Qingyi's face fell, her eye sockets sank slightly, and she rolled her eyes.

"My lord, you probably don't know how strong he is now. Let me tell you, even if Bingyan and I join forces, we might not be able to withstand fifty moves from him."

"It can't be that exaggerated..." Now it was the Sword Master's turn to be flustered.