Chapter 90: Secret Manual! Gains! Refinement!

Seeing that it was now night outside, Fang Han opened the door.

Since his cultivation required quiet, he had stayed in the guest room, while Miss Cheng rested in the main chamber.

He walked into the small courtyard. Under the starlit sky and bright moonlight, he paused to admire the scene.

Counting this simulation, Fang Han had already spent more than fifty years in this world. Inevitably, a trace of melancholy welled in his heart.

But hearing the steady, gentle breathing of Miss Cheng inside, a sense of warmth and peace rose within him.

Silently, he savored the subtle, ineffable mood.

After a moment…

Fang Han seemed to hear something.

His expression shifted. With a light step, his body soared two zhang into the air, landing on the roof.

His gaze swept into the distance, spotting a shadow moving toward the inner part of the estate.

The figure’s movement seemed faintly odd.

Fang Han studied for a few moments:

“Duan Yanqing…”

He had a fair guess.

But Fang Han paid no further attention.

Returning down, he washed up, enjoyed the night breeze for a while, then returned to his room.

Softly pushing the door open, he entered, removed his outer robe, and slipped under the covers.

He skillfully drew Miss Cheng’s soft, delicate body into his arms.

“Mmm…”

Miss Cheng stirred slightly at the motion. Sensing the familiar scent, she snuggled into his embrace, found a comfortable position, and drifted back to sleep.

That night, Fang Han heard faint commotion from deeper within the estate. But with Miss Cheng in his arms, he had no wish to move, lest he wake her.

The next morning, Duan Zhengchun sighed deeply as he told Fang Han of last night’s events. Duan Yanqing had infiltrated the estate, seemingly still plotting against Yu’er with ill intent. Fortunately, nothing came of it.

Fang Han: “…”

The way you put it… Right now, the person least wishing for Duan Yu to come to harm is probably Duan Yanqing himself.

Fang Han merely listened without reply, unsure how to respond.

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In the following ten days, Fang Han’s schedule was filled to the brim, focusing mainly on practicing the swordplay of the Six Meridians.

He had no intention of mastering them all at once. Instead, he chose to refine two first:

The Zhongchong Sword

, marked by bold, sweeping momentum—suited to Fang Han’s deep internal strength, where a single strike could be a killing blow.

The Shaochong Sword, swift and agile—ideal for maneuvering and rapid response, unleashing sword qi in the briefest instant.

After days of repeated practice, both sets grew increasingly refined, enough to form reliable combat power.

When fighting Jiumozhi earlier, Fang Han had abandoned swordplay entirely because the techniques were too raw.

Had he attempted them, he would have been riddled with flaws.

Now, having cultivated them sufficiently, he could display their marvels—truly formidable!

If he fought Jiumozhi again, Fang Han believed he could suppress, even crush him with ease.

Whoosh!

Drawing back the formless sword qi, Fang Han furrowed his brow slightly, though his thoughts were elsewhere.

Time was passing quickly. Why had Wanqing not yet returned?

Miss Cheng also worried: “By rights, with the things I gave her, as long as she used them properly, there should be no danger. Could something have detained her?”

As the two pondered, suddenly a maid came rushing over. She reported that two people were causing trouble at the estate—one of them being the young Miss Mu.

Fang Han and Miss Cheng exchanged glances.

Miss Cheng was completely baffled, but Fang Han had some suspicion.

“Please, lead the way.”

The maid hastily agreed and went ahead.

Arriving at the main hall of the estate, they found everyone already gathered.

Duan Zhengchun, Dao Baifeng, Duan Yu, as well as the four household retainers Yu, Qiao, Geng, and Du.

Duan Zhengchun and his wife stood facing a beautiful woman clad in black and red. Her features… bore some resemblance to Mu Wanqing, though with sharper heroic spirit in her brows and fiercer glint in her eyes.

Fang Han’s gaze swept casually, and he spotted Mu Wanqing standing behind the woman.

She was now dressed in a black fitted outfit, tall and graceful, her snowy skin and peerless beauty even more striking.

As though sensing Fang Han’s gaze—or perhaps she had been searching for him all along— The moment her eyes fell upon him, her frosty demeanor melted like thawing ice. Her stunning face blossomed with joy.It seemed as if she felt Fang Han’s gaze, or perhaps she was looking around.

As soon as she saw Fang Han, her cold expression suddenly melted like ice and snow, and her beautiful face was filled with surprise.

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When Fang Han saw this, he couldn’t help but smile. He gently beckoned with his hand, and Mu Wanqing obediently ran over. Like a kitten, she threw herself into Fang Han’s embrace, softly whispering:

“Fang-lang~”

To Mu Wanqing, ten days of separation had truly been an agony.

Every day she had been somewhat absent-minded.

Now that she saw Fang Han again, her heart finally felt at peace.

Everyone present had been paying attention to that beautiful woman. When they suddenly saw the girl behind her fly away and rush into the arms of a certain man, they couldn’t help but look over. Once they recognized Fang Han, it all became clear.

After all, they already knew Mu Wanqing. She had been one of Fang Han’s red-faced confidantes. So they didn’t find it strange.

Only…

They hadn’t expected that this confidante’s master would turn out to be the Shura Blade, Qin Hongmian.

Qin Hongmian had been full of resentment and glaring viciously at Duan Zhengchun and Dao Baifeng. But hearing her daughter’s movement, she turned around and saw her run into a man’s arms, openly in front of everyone. She immediately realized this must be the man her daughter had spoken of—the one bound by oath.

At once her cold gaze swept toward Fang Han, scrutinizing him.

She saw his handsome features, tall stature, a solemn steadiness, and a bearing like deep waters and lofty mountains.

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