"Your cultivation still depends on you laying a solid foundation. As the saying goes, a tall building starts from the ground up. Only with a solid foundation can you truly soar to the sky in the future."
Fang Han earnestly advised, "You can't just cultivate your cultivation techniques; you must also cultivate your martial arts skills. You can practice more with Fang Qing and Zhou Chi. In addition, you must also keep up with your body refining techniques. These three are indispensable. Because a person's combat strength is not entirely determined by their realm. Look, I am at the initial stage of Martial Grandmaster, but killing a Martial Grandmaster is easier for me than killing a chicken."
"Brother, don't worry. I used to be called half a good-for-nothing. I'm going to get my revenge at the Dragon and Phoenix Gathering. I'll let everyone know that the Fang family isn't just about you, Fang Qing, and Zhou Chi. I, a woman, am just as capable as any man."
Fang Yingxue clenched her fists tightly, her eyes burning with fighting spirit.
At this moment, she was full of confidence, as if she could already see herself shining brightly at the Dragon and Phoenix Assembly.
...
After instructing Fang Yingxue on her cultivation, Fang Han went to the residences of his grandfather, uncle, Fang Qing, Zhou Chi, the Elder Hall, and his parents, and gave them guidance as well. Then, he had dinner with his parents before preparing to return to his own place.
By this time, it was already getting dark.
As soon as he arrived at his house, he saw his personal maid, Wan'er, carrying a food box and looking around.
"Young master, you're only just getting back? The food is still warm, please eat first."
When Wan'er saw Fang Han, she immediately walked over.
"I've already eaten," Fang Han said.
Wan'er was slightly disappointed.
She knew Fang Han had been away for a few days and had just returned home today, so she specially prepared several of Fang Han's favorite dishes. However, she didn't know that Fang Han had already eaten them.
"Wan'er, from now on, Su Ai'ai will be in charge of cooking for me. I will teach you the cultivation techniques, so you can practice them whenever you have time."
Just as Wan'er was about to turn and leave, Fang Han suddenly spoke.
"Young master, can I...can I also cultivate?"
Wan'er asked, both surprised and delighted.
She was an orphan that Fang Han picked up from outside five years ago.
She was begging in a busy city when she fainted from hunger on the roadside. Fang Han saw that she was pitiful and took her back to the Fang family.
That year, Fang Han was fifteen years old, and she was ten.
From that time on, she became Fang Han's personal maid.
Even after Fang Han became mentally impaired, she continued to take care of him wholeheartedly.
"Of course you can, but you can't tell anyone about the cultivation technique I'm passing on to you."
Fang Han extended a finger and touched Wan'er's brow and sea of consciousness, imparting to her the "Seven Star Scripture".
This "Seven Stars Scripture" is naturally a level below the "Eight Desolations Scripture," but this technique can still lay a solid foundation for cultivation. As long as one practices diligently, one can reach the Yuan Dan realm and become a powerful figure.
"Thank you, young master. I'll go back to cultivate now."
Wan'er was very curious about the things that had appeared in her mind. She then said goodbye to Fang Han and went to her place.
The techniques Fang Han taught her undoubtedly opened a door for her.
When Fang Han returned to his room, he found that Su Aiai's door was open. The woman was sitting in a wicker chair, her eyes glazed over, seemingly lost in thought.
The room she's currently living in is next to his bedroom; this room used to belong to Wan'er.
"Serve me a bath."
Fang Han glanced at Su Aiai and gave the order directly.
He wasn't going to be polite to this woman.
"You wreaked havoc in my Su family, and you still dare to try and make me your slave?"
Su Aiai stood up from her chair, her eyes filled with resentment as she glared at Fang Han.
"Go on a killing spree? I only killed a small portion of your Su family and crippled the cultivation of some. If I really went on a killing spree, I'm afraid your Su family would be wiped out."
Fang sneered, "Back then, I promised you that I wouldn't tell the City Lord's Mansion about your Su family's collusion with the Huan Sect. If you said that I could defeat your Su family and Zhao family head-on without the help of other forces, you would have to serve me wholeheartedly. Now, you won't even listen when I ask you to help me bathe and change clothes?"
"Then I'll show you what it means to go on a killing spree!"
Su Aiai was instantly frightened, but said, "I can serve you, but don't be smug. Ouyang Yan, Su Qianyu and Su Chun, as well as Zhao Ziyi and the people from Shenyi Valley, and even the Wu family, Wuji Sect and Qingxuan Sect, will not let you go. You won't be smug for long."
Fang Han was too lazy to say anything more and went to the bathing area.
He's been traveling a lot these past few days, so he really needs a good bath and to be pampered by Su Aiai.
This woman had to serve him obediently.
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