Fang Yu returned the box, which showed he was very dissatisfied.
Could it be… that the Lin family’s attempts at making connections this time are going to end in failure again?
If that’s really the case, then chances in the future will be even slimmer.
After all, this time he brought out his most precious family heirloom.
“Mr. Fang, no matter what you want, I will do my best to provide it…” Lin Zhengxiong said stubbornly.
Fang Yu looked at Lin Zhengxiong, his eyebrows raised, and said, “From now on, don’t just take out things left by our ancestors, especially to trade for a favor…”
“If our ancestors knew about this, they would probably be so angry they would spit blood.”
Lin Zhengxiong’s face changed, and he said respectfully: “Lord Fang, it is precisely because of your arrival that I would take out the treasures left by our ancestors. For anyone else, we would never…”
“Alright, put your things away and sit down. Let’s have a good chat,” Fang Yu said.
Lin Zhengxiong was taken aback for a moment, then overjoyed!
……
Five minutes later, Lin Zhengxiong and Lin Zhi’an sat opposite Fang Yu and Ye Shengxue.
Lin Zhengxiong sat upright with a respectful expression.
While Lin Zhiyan was lowering her head, she seemed lost in thought.
“You’ve come to see me twice, you must have something you need my help with. Don’t beat around the bush, just say it.” Fang Yu said.
Hearing Fang Yu’s words, Lin Zhengxiong’s face changed.
After the Wang family incident, Fang Yu’s prestige and influence in Beidu surpassed even the Eight Great Families.
The Wang family has already fallen from grace, leaving the rest of the families with a chance to rise to power.
While Lin Zhengxiong visited Fang Yu twice, he actually didn’t have any specific matters he wanted to ask Fang Yu for help with.
He just wanted to befriend Fang Yu and then release the news.
In this way, the Lin family’s prestige could be invisibly enhanced, thus securing their position as the first family.
Therefore, when confronted by Fang Yu’s question, Lin Zhengxiong was genuinely unsure how to respond.
And he felt that Fang Yu’s words were a test.
“Go on,” Fang Yu took a sip of tea, frowned at Lin Zhengxiong, and spoke again.
Well, the Lin family is also related to Lin Batian by blood.
As an old friend, it’s understandable for Fang Yu to lend a helping hand.
“Today, I simply want to make friends with a distinguished person like Sir Fang. That’s all.” Lin Zhengxiong, after much deliberation in his mind, spoke with conviction. “Sir Fang’s willingness to come to our Lin family for a cup of tea is already a great honor. I wouldn’t dare to make any other requests.”
Fang Yu took a deep breath and frowned, “This overly smooth personality doesn’t resemble the old ancestor at all.”
Lin Zhengxiong’s face changed slightly, not knowing how to respond.
“Master Lin, since Mr. Fang has inquired about your request, please state it truthfully.” Ye Shengxue glanced at Fang Yu and said softly.
“Sir Fang, Miss Ye, please believe me, I am not a person who doesn’t know how to appreciate kindness. I truly don’t have any other intentions.” Lin Zhengxiong said firmly, “I invited Sir Fang here today just to let you taste the family heirloom and have a cup of tea…”
Ye Shengxue wore a look of helplessness and glanced at Fang Yu.
Fan Yu looked at Lin Zhengxiong and suddenly smiled.
“Of course I believe so, that’s settled then. Take some time to think it over when you have a chance. Let me know if there’s anything I can help with.” Fang Yu finished his tea in one gulp, got up and said.
Ye Shengxue stood up as well.
At this time, Fang Yu looked at Lin Zhi’aran who had been bowing her head and said, “Didn’t your daughter want to discuss swordsmanship with me? I’m free now, come on.”
Hearing this, Lin Zhengxiong didn’t react, but Lin Zhi’lan suddenly stood up.
“Come on, let’s go to the martial arts field,” Lin Zhi’lan said, looking at Fang Yu.
“Good.” Fang Yu nodded.
Lin Zhengxiong hesitated for two seconds, his face changed, he stood up and said, “Wait a moment!”
“What’s wrong?” Fang Yu looked at Lin Zhengxiong.
“Master Fang…with your status, how could a lowly girl like me be qualified to exchange swordsmanship with you? You needn’t pay her any mind…” Lin Zhengxiong said.
“I hope I don’t have to be so long-winded,” Fang Yu frowned.
Lin Zhengxiong’s face changed, and he dared not speak again.
But in reality, his heart was filled with glee!
Today’s achievements have basically exceeded his expectations.
……
A few minutes later, the training ground.
Fang Yu and Lin Zhi’an stood facing each other, about ten meters apart.
For some reason, many people from the Lin family suddenly gathered nearby.
Among these people, there are some young people and some who are a little older.
Most people’s eyes were focused on Fang Yu.
The master said… This person is the Fang Yu who was rumored about!
That man who single-handedly crushed the Wang family!
They came here just to see Fang Yu’s style with their own eyes.
After seeing the deity, many people were left puzzled.
It looks so ordinary.
The aura of cultivation on him, seems to be still at the Qi Refining stage…
Head of the household… Did we misunderstand something?
Fang Yu glanced at the crowd around him, his eyes flickering slightly.
He knew that it was most likely Lin Zhengxiong who leaked the news, causing members of the Lin family to come and watch.
Speaking of which, being watched by Lin Batian’s descendants… is a rather strange feeling.
Although these descendants only know the name Lin Batten, the blood connection is undeniably real.
Will Lin Batian educate his descendants?
It feels pretty good.
“Please advise me.” Lin Zhi’an drew her sword from her waist again, and said.
“Give me a sword, and I can spar with you.” Fang Yu said.
“No sword?” Lin Zhi’aran frowned, asking.
“There is, but it’s not suitable to use in this situation.” Fang Yu said.
Lin Zhi’lan turned her head to look at a middle-aged man in martial garb standing beside her.
This person’s name is Lin Zhenxi, who is Lin Zhiran’s first cousin once removed and also her kendo mentor.
“Uncle Wu, could you lend him your sword for a while?” Lin Zhi Lan asked.
“No problem.” Lin Zhenxi immediately drew the long sword from his waist and walked forward, handing it to Fang Yu.
Having taken a close look at Fang Yu, Lin Zhenxi’s eyes flickered.
This person… doesn’t really feel like the Fang Yu from the rumors.
But the head of the household invited him back, he wouldn’t cause such a big misunderstanding, would he?
Let’s see what happens then.
“Let’s just spar with swords, no using Qi,” Fang Yu said to Lin Zhi Lan.
“Come on.” Lin Zhi’an tightened her grip on her sword, her eyes blazing, she said.
“Hey guys, do you think Sister ZhiLan can win?”
“If this person before us is really the Fang Yu from the rumors…Zhi Lan would definitely lose. There’s no way she could win.”
“What if it’s not? Besides, even if it is the real one, swordsmanship doesn’t necessarily mean he’s stronger than Zilan… Zilan is a sword fanatic, she’s been obsessed with swordsmanship since she was little. There aren’t many people in all of Beidu who could compare to her pure swordsmanship.”
Among the onlookers gathered nearby, two young men were whispering to each other.
“Alright, we can begin.” Lin Zhenxi said.
Lin Zhi’lan clenched the long sword in her hand and charged towards Fang Yu.
The first style of Ao Yun Swordsmanship, Heavenly Dance Double Spin!
Lin Zhi-lan’s blade slashed towards Fang Yu’s left, but her steps didn’t cease. Like a ghost, she appeared on the other side and launched another strike.
In this way, a sword suddenly produced two sword shadows, appearing on both sides of Fang Yu’s body.
Fang Yu remained composed, taking a step back and holding his long sword steady. He swiftly thrust it out to both sides.
“Bang!”
Two sword shadows, all blocked.
At this moment, Lin Zhi’lan had lowered her sword blade and was about to strike Fang Yu’s legs.
Fang Yu, as if he had known Lin Zilan’s move in advance, already had his blade pointed downwards, blocking the attack.
“Bang!”
Next, Lin Zhi’an began the complete seven styles of Ao Yun Sword Technique.
Jian Ying flickered, Fang Yu barely moved, relying solely on his long sword to perfectly deflect every attack.
The more Lin Zhilan’s xinxing was agitated, the more anxious she became.
Every one of her attacks seemed to be anticipated by Fang Yu, who defended himself a step ahead.
Therefore, she couldn’t handle it at all!
And at this moment, Fang Yu suddenly shifted from a defensive stance, proactively raising his blade and pointing it forward.
Lin Zhi’lan’s face changed slightly, wanting to raise her sword in defense.
But Fang Yu was much faster than her. Before she could even raise her hand, the sharp blade was at her snow-white neck.
Lin Zhi Lan’s movements immediately stopped.
She, lost.