Xiao Bing's letter was simple, with just a few congratulatory sentences. Fang Xin wasn't surprised either. To be honest, if it were just a game, what difference would it make whether he came in sixth on the first day of the preliminary round or became the national champion?

  Games are just games, they can never become reality, reality always exists, achievements continue to be made, but what about games? Even if you dominate or reign supreme in a game, once you log off, it's all empty and hollow.

  In his past life, Fang Xin thought that if gaming was considered a profession, it wouldn't be bad at all. Many people made money from games, and whether they were game developers or players who earned money from games, they were all fine.

  Even casual players are fine, they get pleasure from it.

  But taking this as a career, and even like He Dan as life, Fang Xin no matter what can not bear to be the same, they really just like a group of children who do not grow up, but perhaps this is where their hope lies - forever young, refusing to mature.

  Xiao Bing paid more attention, and many people did too, because now virtual competitions reflect the player's abilities in the real world, claiming to simulate eighty percent of the fourth stage, which is enough.

  If Fang Xinru can rush into the final, it means that he has already entered the upper reaches of the national fencing world, which is already a capital.

  Fang Xin actually slowly realized that this is a kind of sharpness - if there is no projection surface, the empire will definitely control the spread of martial arts and some special skills. Of course, with a large number of high-tech weapons, the empire is not afraid of those martial arts and special abilities - it has not been seen that someone can really resist energy guns with their bare hands.

  However, there are planes of projection where other high-tech weapons almost all fail, and the effective ones are these traditional powers and special abilities. The empire has always wanted to thoroughly control and understand the principles of planes, investing a lot of money, and also having to develop and spread related powers and doctrines.

  Otherwise. Even if a family inherits martial arts, it will not be as popular, and there is no love or hate in the world without reason.

  As for the letter "Donghai Zaozi Jian San", it has some meaning, with a mix of fantasy and reality, Fang Xin smiled calmly and put it aside.

  Just then, the voice communication system of the Nutrition Warehouse sounded.

  The phone was answered, and the voice on the other end was a woman's, but Fang Xin could be certain. He didn't know her personally, but he recognized the voice now. All memories were etched in his mind. None had been forgotten.

  "May I ask who you are?" Fang Xin asked.

  "Hello, I am Zhang Wenxiang, the manager of this project from Anyi Studio." The lady introduced herself very politely: "Your performance today was excellent, and our studio has already included you in the list of seed candidates."

  "Oh. But it's only the first day, I'm sure there are many people who won on the first day too, why do you have to pay so much attention to me?" Fang Xin's voice was filled with some doubt.

  "What you said is right, the first day randomly arranged ten people to compete in groups, and those who won all their matches in the group stage advanced. It has already been counted. There are a total of 1,246 people! Mrs. Zhang said with a smile: "Even among the 121 players from our company's national chain stores, there are also 46 people who have advanced with a perfect record!"

  "Oh!" Fang Xin said with a nod, it seemed that the other party was very powerful and quickly knew the result of the match. Now, only ten minutes away from the end of the match, perhaps one of the organizers of the Qingteng Cup was An Yijingshe.

  Ms. Zhang continued: "However, swordsmanship has obvious levels of high and low, as the saying goes, outsiders watch the excitement, insiders watch the doorway. Our organization naturally has some insiders who will evaluate all the contestants, of course, now with 121 people, it's unrealistic to track and evaluate each one individually, but this doesn't prevent us from roughly selecting you as one of our top ten seeded contestants."

  "Oh, I see... " Fang Xin also believed it.

  "And, Fang Xin has been learning from the beginning in this organization, and is considered a talent produced by this organization. According to records, you've only been practicing swordsmanship for a year and a half, but have already broken through to the third rank? It's truly remarkable! In the history of the Empire, it's rare to see a genius swordsman like yourself, and yet you're still so young!" Ms. Zhang's tone was very enthusiastic: "Our organization has invited a fourth-rank swordmaster from Yue Men to provide guidance and instruction specifically for you, without any fees. Would you be willing?"

  Fang Xin hesitated for a moment, but in fact, the other party had already made an incorrect estimate. He was now barely considered to have broken through the fourth stage, but breaking through the fourth stage and being at the peak of the fourth stage were two completely different things. This difference was like how an 18-year-old is considered an adult, but cannot be compared to a 30-year-old adult - the gap in wisdom and strength was too great.

  If there is a mature four-stage swordsmanship master to guide, it can indeed achieve twice the result with half the effort.

  "So what's the price I have to pay?" Fang Xin knew there was no free lunch.

  The other party did not expect Fang Xin to be so direct, and after a pause, he said: "I only hope that you can join the list of professional swordsmen in our company. Every year, there is an obligation to represent our company in battle. In peacetime, point out sword techniques within our company. I will hire you with mid-level employee treatment. How about it?"

  He thought for a moment, he learned swordsmanship, and indeed it was from An'ei Shizuka, felt that he should give back, but didn't want to be tied down. Just as he was thinking, the other side said again: "Our mid-level employees have a basic annual salary of 3 million, every week you just need to point out the time, if you represent our company in battle, there is also a special allowance."

  Seeing the other side say so, Fang Xin smiled instead: "I want to make three points."

  "Firstly, I'm no longer breaking through the third stage, but have broken through the fourth stage." Anyway, in a swordsmanship competition, this secret can't be kept hidden, and the empire actually has hidden dragons and crouching tigers. A 16-year-old breaking through to the fourth stage of swordsmanship is rare, but not unheard of. Those who investigate the Fang and Xiao families will understand - of course, more importantly, the Xiao and Fang families will protect him.

  It's estimated that if he achieves good results in this competition, the Fang family will send someone to contact him.

  As soon as this sentence came out, a "slap" sound was clearly transmitted from the other side, and it was unknown what had been smashed.

  "Secondly, your salary is already quite generous and the conditions are not bad either. However, I don't need money. If you investigate me carefully, you'll find out that I established a charity foundation this year and donated over 10 million."

  A salary of 300,000 is already considered good, but earning over 10 million would require not eating or drinking for 40 years, which clearly illustrates the problem.

  "However, your company is indeed where I started my swordsmanship journey, and I am willing to repay your company to some extent. But as for formally joining your company, that's not necessary." Fang Xin said calmly, and then pointed out the way of cooperation.

  This was obviously far beyond the other party's expectations. A fourth-tier sword hand, what does that mean? It means being at the top of the entire swordsmanship industry - if not the peak itself.

  Even if Fang Xin had no savings and had to rely on his salary to make a living, it was still unbearable for an intermediate employee.

  "Sorry, you really surprised me. How about this: can we schedule a time to talk face-to-face? I believe everyone will gain something satisfactory." The other party finally said these words.

  Fang Xin smiled: "I'll start classes next week, if you want to find me, you can only come to this city to find me. Of course, I usually don't participate in any activities. This Saturday and Sunday of this month will be free, except for the competition, you can contact me on any Saturday or Sunday next month, but please give me a day's notice."

  "Of course, thank you for your kindness, we look forward to meeting with you...... Are you sure you will come?"

  "Yes, I'm sure."

  "Then thank you very much." The several 'you' characters are no longer just polite words, but actually carry a sense of respect.

  "Alright, then it's settled. Goodbye!" Fang Xin said, politely letting Ms. Zhang end the communication connection first.

  Fang Xin knew that the other party would immediately conduct a thorough investigation of his background and make an assessment. The value of a 4th-rank sword hand, let alone a 16-year-old 4th-rank sword hand, was something Fang Xin himself couldn't understand, only they could evaluate it.

  The only thing that can be said is that in the night sky of the empire, a bright star will slowly rise.

  Closed the column of swordsmanship competition, browsing other information, found that in his own half-space, there were many letters, most of which were from students' parents, some expressing gratitude and others requesting to continue opening.

  Fang Xin was busy for a while before tidying up a bit.

  This year, he must get the title of third-class scholar, Fang Xin thought so.

  Then I got up, and I have to say that the fresh nutrient solution is not bad at all. It feels very comfortable, and the matching nutrient warehouse series can be washed inside, so when you come out, although it's a bit ***, but it already has a washed feeling.

  Now no one is coming, standing in the hall, stretching hands and feet, letting the water dry naturally, and then calmly putting on clothes. At this time, it's almost dusk.

  Then go out and take a walk, and casually go to Lan's place to improve your diet!

  Fang Xin slowly walked down the stairs, opened the door, and stretched his waist towards the bright red sun. At this time, the streetlights on the roadside had automatically lit up, but because it was still daytime, they emitted a dim yellow light.

  When he arrived at Lan's place, Fang Xin was shocked because he saw Wu Dandan.

  "Wu Dandan, what are you doing here?"

  "Fang Xin, have you forgotten? She comes every day to feed the small animals with half a bucket of food. Now all the cats and dogs in the neighborhood know about it and gather in a big group, waiting for her food every day. I see how hard she works, so let's keep her here to eat something before going back," said Lan Ayi.

  "Brother!" Wu Dandan looked up from a plate of food, gobbling it down hastily.

  "Oh, Wu Dandan is really hardworking and diligent. Alright, I'll mention it to your parents, let you come back a bit later. This eating habit isn't good, and also, Lan Auntie's bill will be on my account." Fang Xin said casually, "She can't eat much by herself: Today I'll have more too, make some extra for me."

  The development of his inner energy and extensive recovery training in sword techniques have recently given him a huge appetite.