Chapter Fourteen Fu Qingxuan

  "Is this the beast you killed?" Wang Yan raised her head, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, a hint of doubt in her eyes.

  She couldn't believe that Fang Yan could be so strong, killing a long-haired tiger with one move, which was equivalent to a Qi Refining Seventh Layer cultivator. To think that Fang Yan was only at the Sixth Layer of Qi Refining now, even an ordinary Seventh Layer Qi Refining cultivator might not be able to kill a third-grade demon beast in one hit, and it was likely that only a top-notch Eighth Layer Qi Refining expert could do so.

  Wang Yan guessed that Fang Yan was in the sixth stage of Qi Refining, but she still underestimated his strength. Now he is at the peak of the sixth stage of Qi Refining and is only one step away from entering the seventh stage of Qi Refining. With the help of Shui Ying Sword, which has entered the realm of Dang Tang Ru Shi, it's not difficult to suddenly kill a long-haired tiger with weak defense.

  Fang Yan's sharp eyes caught the suspicious look in Wang Yan's eyes, but he didn't explain anything to her. Women are just big-breasted and brainless, with long hair but short-sighted. Besides, this time he not only killed that long-haired striped tiger demon beast, counting the one in front of him, he had killed a total of seven such long-haired striped tiger demon beasts on this trip.

  Fang Yan smiled and untied the rope behind Wang Yan, then swiftly pulled Wang Yan towards the other side of the forest. Once in his grasp, there was no escape.

  After several transfers, Wang Yan knew that escaping was hopeless. Fang Yan was too vigilant and immediately gave up his plan to escape alone. On each of the sturdy tree trunks that bound her were carved with long fingernails the unique mark of the Wang family. If Wang Yan had known that these were all intentional indulgences, she would have been furious enough to spit out three liters of blood.

  On the third day, Wang Yan's mark took effect. A group of princes from a nearby kingdom discovered it and followed the marks all the way here.

  Alas, the strength of this group of Wang family disciples is extremely poor, they are all around the sixth or seventh level of Qi Refining, and there isn't a single one at the eighth level. Intentionally or unintentionally, Fang Yan will kill these few people, and Wang Yan doesn't notice anything.

  Constantly there are royal descendants constantly appearing, Fang Yan has embarked on his path of revenge.

  Interestingly, when killing the royal children, his proficiency in Water Shadow Sword skyrocketed, increasing by several hundred every day. This gave Fang Yan a kind of illusion - was he reborn into this Cultivation world just to come and kill people?

  His proficiency is rising quickly, which is naturally a good thing. Fang Yan uses his sword to abandon his fist, and every time he tries to entangle with his opponent as much as possible. Having an extra sparring partner is naturally a good thing. Only when the enemy is absolutely strong will he use the Bōzan Fist.

  Three days passed in a flash, and the strong men who came to Wang's house had already been killed by him, seventeen people, including two Qi-refining seventh-realm cultivators from the Gao family. As for Fang Yan, after nearly a week of cultivation, he broke through to the seventh realm of the Qi-refining stage, and was now a late-stage Qi-refiner.

  As for Shuiying Sword, it was still stuck in the realm of entering the room, but through the system, he knew that Shuiying Sword was only a few thousand points of proficiency away from reaching the realm of perfection.

  Dappled sunlight filters through the trees, shining into the quiet forest, stirring up a sharp golden light. In the distance, the woods suddenly erupt with bursts of shrill, piercing sounds.

  Fang Yan suddenly stopped in his tracks, his dark eyes narrowing as he gazed out at the vast expanse of forest in the distance.

  Two figures appeared in Fang Yan's line of sight, a man and a woman. The man was about twenty years old, wearing a long green shirt covered in bloodstains, stumbling with each step, clearly injured.

  Compared with this man, the woman beside him looks a little better.

  A woman wore a simple white floor-length dress that tightly wrapped around her slender waist, accentuating her curves. Her alluring figure was fully displayed, but her face was slightly pale, and on her delicate face, which resembled the bright moon, there was a hint of panic, as she occasionally glanced back over her shoulder. Each time she did so, the look of panic on her face intensified, as if there were some ferocious beast lurking behind her.

  "This woman looks a bit familiar, as if I've seen her somewhere before." Looking at the slightly disheveled young man and woman, Fang Yan's eyebrows furrowed involuntarily. These two are neither from the Gao family nor the Wang family.

  "Fu Qingxuan is her, the adopted daughter of her father." Fang Yan's ancient well-like eyes suddenly contracted, and he muttered to himself in a nearly voiceless whisper.

  Fu Qingxuan is Fang Zhen's adopted daughter, but it would be more accurate to say that she is Fang Yan's fiancée, one year older than him. If nothing unexpected happens, when Fang Yan comes of age, he will marry Fu Qingxuan. Fu Qingxuan is the heavenly daughter of Yanzhou City, on par with Wang Yanran, and is known as one of the two most beautiful women in Yanzhou City. Due to her exceptional natural talent and being one year older than Fang Yan, her achievements in cultivating the Tao far surpass those of Fang Yan. This has led to Fang Yan being extremely repelled by her, and they rarely interact with each other under the same roof; wherever Fu Qingxuan is, Fang Yan's figure will not be seen.

  In the Jianmu trial space, through Fang Zhen's mouth, Fang Yan knew that Fu Qingxuan would not enter it, but at this moment, she appeared here. Was she like herself, sneaking in without telling her father? Fang Yan thought to himself.

  Actually, Fang Yan didn't know that Fu Qingxuan wasn't sneaking in like him, but was ordered by Fang Zhen to come and find Fang Yan. At this moment, she encountered the pursuit of the two most outstanding geniuses of the Gao and Wang families.

  Fu Qingxuan is a member of the Fang family, and this matter must be saved. Fang Yan made up his mind, jumped down from the treetop, and then roughly pulled down Wang Yan's skirt.

  "You useless thing! What are you going to do?" Wang Yan suddenly shouted, thinking that Fang Yan had lost his beastly nature and was about to do something bad to her.

  The snow-white skirt was torn open, and Fang Yan saw the bellyband with lace. Fang Yan coldly smiled and didn't give her a chance to scold loudly, stuffing the torn skirt edge into Tan's mouth, not giving the opponent any chance to struggle, leaving only a terrified face.

  Fang Yan ignored the other's murderous gaze, stood up and lightly laughed: "I've said it before, your chest isn't big enough, your butt isn't curvy enough, I'm not interested in a broken shoe like you. Now I just want you to be quiet for a bit, don't cause trouble for me later."

  Fang Yan dealt with Wang Yan's affairs, jumped onto the treetop, and immediately saw a familiar figure appear in his field of vision. This person was the young genius of the Gao family, who appeared in front of Fu Qingxuan and blocked her way. Next, several more familiar figures emerged from the forest, among whom was Wang Jiaran, the heavenly daughter of the Wang family.

  Knowing they couldn't escape, Fu Qingxuan and Tao Hui also stopped running and stood on guard.

  "Gao Jin, Wang Yanran, are the Gao and Wang families really going to wipe each other out?" Fu Qingxuan's face was deathly pale, her voice stern and restrained as she scolded.

  "Things have come to this point, do you think we will let you off?" Gao Jin sneered.

  "So you're saying that Fang Yan was also killed by you." Fu Qingxuan's delicate eyebrows furrowed, she hadn't expected Gao Jin and Wang Yanyan to be so ruthless. The three major families of Yangzhou City were mutually hostile, but they hadn't reached the point of mutual slaughter, yet because of Fang Yan's temporary uselessness, they actually wanted to break the balance that had lasted for decades.

  "Fang Yan is already dead, now it's your turn. You can go down and accompany him, the two of you can be a pair of mandarin ducks, and you won't be lonely on the way." Wang Yanran's face was pale and cold, her beautiful eyes filled with hatred.

  "Wang Yanran, you wretched woman, if it weren't for you, Fang Yan wouldn't have come to this Sword Grave space and wouldn't be dead. Today, even if I die, I'll drag you down with me as a scapegoat." Fu Qingxuan muttered to herself after confirming Fang Yan's death, then suddenly pushed off the ground and shot towards Wang Yanran like an arrow leaving its bowstring.