The sword points to one's own heart

  All of Fang's disciples knew about Fang Qi's strange encounter and even more so, they knew that the one who created all this was none other than Fang's fifth elder brother, who had single-handedly brought it into being.

  Everyone is filled with jealousy, envy and regret. Who can help but wonder what if they had stood up straighter that day? What if they had taken the initiative to charge into battle that day? What if it was they who were defeated by Fang Yun's hand that day? Perhaps then they would have also possessed an opportunity like Fang Qi's.

  Of course, there weren't that many ifs, and Fang Qi was just so lucky. Even now, Fang Qi felt like he was dreaming - fourth-stage martial energy cultivation, fifth-stage martial heart, infinite future... He could hardly believe it.

  Whether among the many disciples or in the Fang family, Fang Qi's status has been elevated because he was created by Fang Yun with one hand, and is almost as talented as the genius disciple Fang Lan, becoming the most promising disciple in the family.

  Fang Lan is considered the most outstanding disciple of this generation of Fang family, almost on par with several young ladies and masters of Fang family, of course, excluding Fang Yun.

  This year is only twenty years old, has broken through five levels, and the fighting spirit she possesses makes her almost invincible in this generation of disciples.

  Fang Tian had once seen Fang Lan. With his Dou Qi already at the fifth rank eighth grade, although he had never fought with Fang Lan before, he had once witnessed one of Fang Lan's battles.

  After that, his evaluation of Fang Lan was that if he put aside the aura he had surpassed, whether it was martial skills or fighting spirit, he would be completely defeated. Only Lao San had a chance to defeat Fang Lan.

  Fang Yun arrived outside a small courtyard, from which came the sound of swords clashing. Every Fang family disciple who had advanced to the fifth rank could have their own private courtyard.

  Fang Yun stopped in his tracks and shouted: "The sword's momentum is light and airy as the wind, the sword moves are cunning and enter the void, the footsteps are steady as a mountain, and the body shape is swift and decisive like lightning."

  In the small courtyard, a green-clad maiden danced with her sword, her figure elegant and her footsteps light as a butterfly in flight, yet the blade emitted a chilling aura.

  "The beauty of the sword is even more beautiful, no wonder Fang Qi admires it so much." Fang Yun smiled and walked into the small courtyard.

  Fang Lan was originally dissatisfied with the sudden intrusion of an outsider into the small courtyard, but after seeing Fang Yun, a burst of anger suddenly disappeared, and instead felt somewhat pampered.

  "Little Master, how did you come?" Fang Lanmei's eyes narrowed slightly, gazing at Fang Yun, the young man hailed as the strongest genius of the Fang family.

  Although Fang Lan was extremely confident in herself, she asked herself if she had any possibility of doing the various things that Fang Yun did.

  "I've come to gather information about the enemy." Fang Yun smiled slyly.

  Fang Lan didn't think so, naturally thinking that Fang Yun was just joking around, with a hint of amusement in his eyes: "That young master, what did you find out?"

  "Do you want me to tell the truth or a lie?" Fang Yun tilted her head and smiled at Fang Lan.

  "Of course it's true."

  "Was your sword move just now Ice Frost Sword Style?" Fang Yun asked.

  Fang Lan nodded, Fang Yun slightly shook her small head: "If you maintain the level from just now, in two months' duel, you will undoubtedly lose."

  "Oh? Why?" Fang Lan raised an eyebrow, although Fang Qi had been promoted to the fourth stage and possessed a fighting spirit, Fang Lan still had full confidence in defeating Fang Qi.

  If someone else said that, Fang Lan might have just laughed it off, but Fang Yun was different. What he said, Fang Lan couldn't help but take to heart, because he was too special, his words may never be true, yet they often became true.

  "Your sword tells me that your confidence in yourself has wavered. Originally, your swordsmanship should be calm, swift and absolute, but your current swordsmanship carries a murderous intent, yet your opponent is not someone who deserves to be killed. Therefore, your swordsmanship has already been defeated. If two months later you still use this kind of swordsmanship against Fang Qi, you will lose to him within 100 moves." Fang Yun looked at Fang Lan seriously.

  Fang Lan's expression changed slightly, her heart still reeling from the shock. Indeed, as Fang Yun had said, the constant news of Fang Qi's exploits over the past half month had caused the original confidence in her to begin to waver.

  She began to worry, just as Fang Hao and Fang Tian had expected. No one knew what Fang Yun's next step would be or whether she would create another miracle.

  Moreover, in line with Fang Yun's habit, it is highly likely that he will make another stunning move in the next two months.

  So her mental state deviated, and when she practiced sword fighting, her anxious mood made it impossible for her to maintain her sword posture, which had changed without even she herself noticing.

  However, Fang Yun saw it at a glance and directly pointed out his own root knot.

  Fang Lan gazed at Fang Yun: "Young Master, why must you point out my shortcomings? Are you not afraid that I will defeat Fang Qi because of this?"

  "The outcome of the duel doesn't have much impact on me, but if you face Fang Qi with this mindset, it will affect your future." Fang Yun said frankly: "Confidence isn't always a good thing, often times it can influence your thoughts and prevent you from making correct judgments."

  Fang Lan thought for a moment, her eyes filled with a mix of sudden understanding and confusion: "Then what should I do?"

  Fang Yun hooked his finger: "Bring me a sword."

  Fang Lan was taken aback for a moment, then handed the sword to Fang Yun. Fang Yun took the long sword and gently stroked the blade with her tender palm, feeling the sword's spirit, the sword's realm, and the sword's intention.

  "The sword is the gentleman's instrument, a weapon of uprightness and integrity that will not bend or yield." Fang Yun swung his sword in a heavy horizontal arc, its blade emitting a series of soft hums.

  One sword swung out, like a meteor rushing to the moon. In Fang Lan's eyes, this seemingly ordinary sword transformed into a majestic figure with flying colors, holding a long sword and pointing proudly at the moonlit sky.

  "The mind is the master of the sword, as long as there is a sword in one's heart, all things are swords; if there is no sword in one's heart, even with divine arms in hand, it is like a reed or paper folding, unable to withstand a single blow."

  Fang Yun's body turned, his sword momentum greatly opened, the sword blade drew out a beautiful arc, directly chopping down on top of the giant rock.

  With a loud crack, the boulder split open with a fissure, and broke into two from the middle. Fang Lan gazed at Fang Yun's sword move, her heart was like an overturned sea, and she couldn't bear to look away.

  "When the heart moves, the sword moves. The heart is the guide, and the sword's momentum is secondary. It can topple mountains and rivers, cut off divine soldiers, and fell a flying feather."

  Fang Yun drew out another sword, this one weak and powerless, like a frail woman with bound hands wielding a sword. But in the next instant, the sword flashed with a hint of cold light, slicing through the air, and two fallen leaves landed in front of Fang Lan.

  Fang Lan held the two fallen leaves in her hands, her palms trembling slightly. The shock and incredulity in her eyes were plain to see. These two leaves were actually one leaf, cut horizontally from the middle, perfectly symmetrical like two identical leaves.

  In her mind, Fang Yun's lightly flashing sword edge kept reverberating, that one sword's ingenuity left Fang Lan breathless.

  Fang Yun's sword changed direction again, and with a swift turn of his foot, the sword flashed in front of Fang Lan. Fang Lan's heart was slightly startled, but her body stiffened, unable to move an inch. The sword tip passed within a hair's breadth of her eyes, taking away a hint of her divine aura.

  At that moment, Fang Lan could feel that the sword tip was almost touching her eyeball, and it just brushed past.

  After the three swords passed by, Fang Yun stopped his body, and with a flick of the hilt, the long sword returned to Fang Lan's hand. Fang Lan stood in a daze on the spot, but her eyes were even more bewildered.

  Fang Yun's three swords showed Fang Lan the intent, heart and momentum of the sword. Although it was just a glimpse, it left Fang Lan with an aftertaste that he couldn't fully absorb, his mind deeply shocked and attracted by the essence of those three swords.

  "If you can understand these three swords, your swordsmanship will be greatly accomplished, and all the swordsmen in the world will respect you." Fang Yun smiled lightly.

  Fang Yun didn't boast, outsiders watched the excitement, insiders watched the doorway, Fang Yun's three swords were ordinary and useless, but they opened a huge treasure trove for Fang Lan.

  How much Fang Lan can see, how much she can comprehend, and how many treasures she can obtain from the treasure trove depend on her intuition and destiny.

  At this moment, Fang Lan did not have a single shred of doubt, because she had indeed seen an enormous treasure, a treasure that was beyond description.

  "Thank you for your guidance, young master." Fang Lan's eyes were filled with gratitude. Although Fang Yun had only casually wielded three swords, to Fang Lan, they were the most precious treasures.

  "If you want to thank me, then show me your fighting spirit." Fang Yun didn't come this time to point out Fang Lan's mistakes, but rather to take a look at her fighting energy and spirit. Only then could he tailor a training plan for Fang Qi.