'This person is definitely Thunderlight Pavilion Supreme Elder Fan Yuan!'
Fang Han leaned against the wall of the carriage, looking calm, but his mind was far from as calm as it appeared.
He recalled every move his opponent made during the fight.
The Saber Aura wrapped in thunder and lightning, the Body Movement driven by the power of the thunder sword, the Blade Intent with every sword wrapped in violent lightning--
There are thousands of martial arts in this world, but each sect's martial arts has its own context and characteristics, just like a person's fingerprints, even if they are deliberately concealed, the details will always be revealed.
Thunderlight Pavilion's Zhenzong sword technique <Nine Thunderclap Slashes> is based on the meaning of thunder sword. The sword comes out like thunder, and its power is like a punishment from heaven.
The sword technique used by that person just now, regardless of the number of movement methods or Artistic Conception foundation, is exactly the same as the <Nine Thunderclap Slashes> recorded in the sect's materials.
As for the appearance not matching, it's just that he's wearing a disguise mask.
'Thunderlight Pavilion...'
Fang Han looked out the car window at the withered yellow wasteland that was rapidly retreating. There was a trace of extremely cold light in the depths of his eyes, and then disappeared.
Thunderlight Pavilion.
Old master.
Disguised as an ambush.
Very good.
He slowly tightened his grip on the sword on his lap, his knuckles turning slightly white.
This revenge must be avenged.
Of course not now.
Although he is now strong enough to compete with the old masters, he can only compete with them. If he wants to kill such figures, he still lacks some firepower.
Today, I only had a slight advantage by exchanging injuries for injuries.
If we fight again, the result will still be losses for both sides.
If he wants to kill Fan Yuan, he needs to be stronger.
Fang Han looked away from the window and slowly closed his eyes.
When he is strong enough, it will be the day he defeats Thunderlight Pavilion!
More than an hour later, the carriage slowly drove into the city gate of Liangshui City.
Dusk is approaching, and red lanterns have been hung on both sides of the streets in the city. During the New Year season, there are many more people walking on the streets than usual. The sounds of shouting, talking, laughing, and children's play are intertwined, filling the air in the cold winter wind.
Fang Yingxue opened the corner of the car curtain and looked at the familiar street scene outside. There was a trace of unconcealable excitement in those bright eyes, and he said softly:
"Back."
Fang Han leaned against the car wall and nodded slightly when he heard the words.
He changed into a loose blue-grey robe and discarded the blue robe that was torn by Saber Aura and soaked in blood.
The new robe is wide and covers all the wounds on the body that are bandaged with strips of cloth. No clues can be seen from the outside.
The carriage passed through several streets and alleys, and Fang Mansion's magnificent red lacquer door appeared at the end of the field of vision.
Two stone lions stand proudly in front of the door, and the plaque "Fang Mansion" hangs under the eaves.
The carriage stopped in front of the door. Fang Han got out of the car first, then Fang Yingxue jumped down and walked into the Fang Mansion together.
"Master Han is back!"
When they saw Fang Han and Fang Mansion returning, everyone from tribesmen to servants ran to report to each other.
Saying goodbye to Fang Yingxue who couldn't wait to return home, Fang Han walked quickly all the way to the Rain-Listening Pavilion amid the respectful greetings of his clansmen and servants.
Inside the moon cave door of the Rain-Listening Pavilion, several clusters of Emerald Bamboo had their withered and yellow leaf tips gently swaying in the cold wind.
"Han'er!"
As soon as he stepped into the courtyard gate, a figure came out quickly.
Mother Lin Wan was wearing a navy blue skirt, her hair was combed meticulously, but there was a bit of unconcealable eagerness on her face.
She walked quickly to Fang Han, took his hand and looked up and down.
Fang Han's body shape has not changed much since the last time he returned home. He is wearing a large blue and gray cotton robe, and his eyebrows are a little calmer.
Lin Wan's eyes stayed on Fang Han's face for a long time, his eyes were full of love, and he said:
"I came back earlier this time than last year, but was the journey smooth?"
"Smooth."
Fang Han slightly curved the corners of his mouth, didn't say much, and just shook his mother's hand.
Father Fang Zheng walked out of the hall and stood in the corridor, standing with his hands behind his hands. He was wearing a well-fitting brocade robe.
He never spoke much, and when he saw Fang Han, he just nodded slightly and said "I'm back", but the joy that flashed deep in his eyes could not be hidden from Fang Han's eyes.
At this moment, a figure wearing a pink jacket jumped out from beside his father.
"Brother!"
Younger Sister Fang Ying ran over.
Fang Han raised his hand and rubbed the top of her hair gently, making the little girl's hair a mess.
"Don't touch my head."
Fang Ying puffed up his cheeks, a little unhappy, but he didn't stop him obediently.
The night was getting darker, and the charcoal fire was burning brightly in the hall of the Rain-Listening Pavilion. A family of four sat around the Eight Immortals table, with several exquisite side dishes and a steaming bowl of pork ribs soup on the table.
Lin Wan kept putting vegetables into Fang Han's bowl, saying that he must have not eaten well this year and he has become a little thinner.
Fang Ying was sitting next to Fang Han, eating her rice and talking about all the interesting things she had done over the past year.
Someone in the school got slapped by the teacher again, and someone's cat gave birth to kittens again. They talked about it with joy, making the atmosphere on the table lively and warm.
Fang Han held the bowl and ate the dishes slowly, saying a few words from time to time, and then pushed a few of Fang Ying's favorite dishes toward her without leaving a trace.
After dinner, Fang Han returned to his room in the Rain-Listening Pavilion, closed the door, and took off his large blue and gray cotton robe.
Under the candlelight, his upper body was covered with white cloth strips, from his shoulders to his waist.
There were more than ten wounds on the left chest, lower abdomen, back, and right arm.
He untied the cloth and bandaged the wound again.
He did this process extremely skillfully without making any noise or alerting anyone.
After the bandage was properly wrapped, he took out another clean cotton robe of the same size from his luggage and put it on.
Standing in front of the bronze mirror, the figure reflected in the mirror is wearing a loose robe, and there is nothing unusual about it.
On New Year's Eve, Fang Mansion was decorated with lights and colorful decorations everywhere, dozens of tables were set up in the lobby of the front hall, and hundreds of people from the whole family gathered together.
Clan Head Fang Lingyuan said the toast with high spirits.
"In the past year, I, Fang Clan, have been prospering day by day. The industries under my name, Lineage, have spread across several surrounding cities. Talents have emerged in large numbers among the clan, and there are already five warriors who have reached the level of Middle Third Grade!"
He raised his wine glass, his eyes swept across the hall of clan members, and finally fell in the direction of Fang Han, with undisguised emotion in his voice.
"All this is due to Fang Han! May I, Fang Clan, be more prosperous in the coming year!"
All the people in the hall raised their glasses together, and hundreds of eyes turned to Fang Han. The wine in the glasses glowed with layers of light under the lamp.
There was awe, respect, gratitude, and an indescribable pride in those eyes.
At this moment, a relationship called clan closely connects everyone present.
Fang Han Raise your glass and drink with the whole hall of clan members.
Fang Zheng and Lin Wan were beside Fang Han, their faces full of pride and satisfaction.
Younger Sister Fang Ying was wearing a newly made fur coat, with big black eyes looking at the crowd of clan members toasting to his brother, his little face flushed with excitement.
From time to time, tribesmen would come forward to toast Fang Han. Fang Han's attitude was modest and without any airs.
The sound of firecrackers crackled all night long, and the fireworks dyed the Liangshui City night sky colorfully.
After the New Year, it's time to visit relatives and friends.
Fang Han went to his grandfather's house with his parents Younger Sister.
Apart from the Fang Clan, those who have benefited the most from the rise of Fang Han are my grandfather's family.
Originally, he only relied on one cloth store to make a living. Due to the rise of Fang Han, he not only opened multiple branches, but also extended his business beyond the cloth store.
Grandfather Lin Chengde was in good spirits. When he saw Fang Han, he took Fang Han's hand and talked for a long time.
Uncle Lin Hai and aunt were also very enthusiastic and frequently raised glasses during the dinner. They knew very well that Lin Family's current prosperity depends entirely on Fang Han.
Fang Zheng and Lin Hai drank several glasses of wine, and their faces looked a bit drunk.
Fang Ying is teasing her little cousin who is only two years old now. Lin Wan always has a smile on her face. She is quite happy with her parents' enthusiasm.
It took three days to pass all the relatives who should leave and return all the New Year gifts that should be returned. Fang Han no longer went out and devoted most of his time to cultivation.
In the early morning, Fang Han was sitting cross-legged on the futon in the bedroom.
There was a piece of Starry Ink Jade about the size of a human head resting in front of my knees. Dark Green and Internal Qi were flowing rapidly in the meridians.
The wound has not healed yet, and there is still a faint sting.
But this does not hinder cultivation.
Whether it is the movement of Internal Qi or the understanding of <Soul-Chasing Art> and <Shadowveil>, no violent physical movements are required, just sit quietly and concentrate.
"Soul Intent Domain."
During the cultivation process, everything else went smoothly except for <Soul-Chasing Art>, which was quite difficult to comprehend.
Soul Intent Domain was completely different from the Artistic Conception he had come into contact with before. It was not the sharp sword-like Wind Sword Intent, nor was it the dark and silent Shadow Intent Domain.
Rather, it is something more ethereal and elusive, like catching an invisible ray of wind in the endless darkness.
Fang Han followed the method recorded in <Soul-Chasing Art> and spread the essence Divine Strength again and again to capture the ethereal soul breath.
Use the breath of the soul to understand the mysterious and mysterious Soul Intent Domain.
Day after day.
Although this process is slow, it never stops.
Fang Han can clearly feel that the only thing left to comprehend Soul Intent Domain is the last layer of window paper, and that layer of window paper is getting thinner day by day.
Six days later, in the afternoon.
Fang Han sat cross-legged on the Quiet Room futon, his eyes slightly closed, and the aura around his body was as calm as water.
The magic formula of <Soul-Chasing Art> slowly flowed in his heart, and wisps of essence Divine Strength spread out in all directions like invisible spider threads.
Suddenly--
"Buzz..."
A soft cry that only he could feel sounded from deep within his heart.
The sound was extremely soft, but it seemed as if an invisible door had been opened.
In an instant, an unprecedented understanding came to my mind.
Soul Intent Domain, Cheng.
It was a Artistic Conception that was completely different from Wind Sword Intent. There was no sharpness or sharpness, only a mysterious feeling that seemed to penetrate everything and touch the origin of life.
"<Soul-Chasing Art>Beginner stage."
Fang Han slowly opened his eyes. Deep in his eyes, there was a glimmer of light that was so faint that it was almost invisible, and then disappeared.
With the understanding of Soul Intent Domain, <Soul-Chasing Art> naturally Beginner stage.