Xiao Bing didn't know how many times she had seen this house on video, but coming here in person was a first. The small garden, simple vegetation, and the path leading straight to the stairs, which led up to Fang Xin's residence that remained unchanged year after year.

  But now it has finally arrived, Xiao Bing lowered his eyes, the people in the house heard the movement and welcomed them at the door, among whom the first glance saw Fang Xin.

  "This is Xiao Bing, this is Zhou Huayu, the president of An Yi Jing She, and this is..." Fang Xin suddenly realized that he had been impolite, and hadn't even asked about the person behind him.

  "My surname is Lin, I've met Miss Xiao before." The man in his thirties behind him said politely.

  The two men exchanged greetings, and Xiao Bing returned their courtesy.

  After approaching the house, another round of courtesy was exchanged. Then, the secretary who followed slightly bowed to Fang Xin and took out a set of unused tea utensils from Fang Xin's collection. With that, he began brewing tea. Although it was still just water and tea leaves, the technique and timing used in brewing made one feel the artistry and spirit of tea, even without drinking it.

  The tea was being brewed in silence, and everyone in the house understood this, so the hall was relatively quiet. The door wasn't closed, and occasionally a gust of wind blew in, carrying some flower petals to the steps below. In this thirty-square-meter space, there was only the sound of the water gradually boiling.

  Zhou Huayu had other thoughts, to know that the guest follows the host, no matter how much status Xiao Xi has, this matter should not be done by her people, so the meaning expressed is that her relationship with Fang Xin is different. The imperial inheritance, the method of Gong Cha has not been abolished like in Earth's history, but the method of San Cha has also risen to great prosperity, both have been refined and perfected.

  The secretary lifts the teapot off the stove, pours boiling water into the tea rinse, then rinses the tea cups. The tea is washed for two minutes and scalded twice to remove its grassy smell.

  Re-boil. Wait until the water is about to boil, then put the washed tea leaves into the teapot. Six minutes later, when the fragrance of the tea comes out of the teapot, she turns off the fire.

  Wait quietly for another minute. The tea kettle has fallen silent.

  At this time, a faint tea fragrance emanated from the teapot, filling the room. Fang Xin couldn't help but take a breath, and the fragrance truly filled the entire room!

  "The art of brewing tea is first and foremost about filling the room with fragrance, which completes one's heart. It truly lives up to its reputation." said Zhou Huayu in praise.

  Filtered. Served with tea soup. Each teacup is presented with an amber color.

  Fang Xin took a sip. He felt the aroma was deep and subtle, with a special breath that was close to the valley and forest, and the taste was mellow and harmonious. The tea fragrance was plain, but the tea spirit was wonderful, it was truly enjoyable.

  When one course was finished, the secretary slowly withdrew and said no more. It was only then that the formality and luxury of the occasion became apparent.

  Having finished this cup of tea, Zhou Hua Yu didn't have any more thoughts and just had a subtle air. Not an ordinary person's possession, he immediately laughed and said: "Originally, I came this time to invite Mr. Fang to become the high-ranking sword hand of our company, to point out some students in daily life, and represent our company in competitions. I also prepared some small gifts, but now it seems that Mr. Fang is such a person, how could he look at these things? It's our company's fault, Miss Xiao, sorry."

  He didn't have a mind to recruit, but his heart was at ease, and he said so calmly.

  "This, you know, I just found out today too!" Xiao Bing said with a bitter smile, looking at Fang Xin.

  "This isn't what I meant to say, actually I learned my skills from your esteemed organization, it's true. Actually breaking through to the fourth rank was only recent, so that's why I didn't mention it." Fang Xin said, intentionally wanting to cooperate with An Yi Jing Society. If it wasn't for Xiao Bing rushing over as soon as he heard, he wouldn't have made Zhou Hua Yu wait either.

  "Mr. Fang, did you really learn swordsmanship a year ago? You didn't have any foundation in swordsmanship before?" At this time, it was actually Mr. Lin who couldn't help but ask hastily.

  "That's right, I started learning it around August last year. Your company should have a record." Fang Xin replied.

  "Although it's very rude, I have to say that if it's like this, let alone the fourth stage, even the third stage is truly unimaginable. Can you show me a set?" Mr. Lin said, disregarding Zhou Hua Yu's gaze.

  Fang Xin thought for a moment, actually he knew that not only Mr. Lin but also everyone present wanted to see it with their own eyes, rather than having to demonstrate later, so he might as well show off a set now, although using a sword and actual combat were different, the foundation and basics could still be clearly seen.

  "Alright!" Fang Xin stood up and drew out his "Zhan Lu" sword.

  The long sword in hand, just this one move, everyone present was moved. Fang Xin drew his sword with ease and speed, the speed of drawing the sword remained constant from start to finish, neither fast nor slow, until it was fully drawn out. A stern aura condensed above it. Everyone present had a certain level of skill or at least had seen a lot, they all understood that this was the realm of condensing energy into one sword.

  Xiao Bing's martial arts skills are indeed the highest, and she feels that Fang Xinren and his sword are intertwined with each other. Especially the temperament inside (note: it's a kind of temperament), condensed and unified, without any flaws. This is indeed the aura of a fourth-stage cultivator. From now on, she can be called a "Sword Guest". Many emotions emerge in her heart, including surprise, joy, and a hint of jealousy.

  Feeling the unity of breath, spirit and sword, Fang Xing began to perform a set of introductory sword techniques with precision and finesse. Although it was an introductory technique, every movement and intention was executed flawlessly, giving people the feeling that the sword's intent could penetrate anything. It was breathtaking. Mr. Lin watched with rapt attention, his spirit concentrated, and he didn't even notice his body leaning forward.

  In one move, one style, pure and unadulterated muscle strength, pure and unadulterated "qi", a sword intent that is purely singular, without any impurities. Mr. Lin watched, his goal of over a decade's struggle appearing before him in an instant. The joy of enlightenment, the desolation of solitude, even pain and jealousy, all flashed through his heart in an instant. His hand involuntarily clenched into a fist, waves of emotions surging up, his eyes fixed only on the sword in front of him. Unbeknownst to himself, tears actually fell, leaving everyone else staring at each other in astonishment.

  Fang Xin seemed to have not noticed, this time he also entered a realm of spiritual and physical unity, where his power and sword intent were highly purified. He suddenly realized that the perfect control he had achieved before was only at the peak of the third stage, the bud of the fourth stage. Now he truly entered the fourth stage, and also gained a deeper understanding of the Sword Sage's way. Only with such a high level of purity could one plant the seeds of the sword, giving birth to the so-called sword energy that transcended human physical limits.

  After finishing a set of dance, Fang Xin felt that his body's vital energy had become even purer, and he slowly entered the sword.

  "Really incredible, really incredible! Mr. Fang is indeed a genius swordsman!" After the sword entered, Zhou Huayu was the first to applaud, while Mr. Lin sat silently with his eyes closed, deep in thought.

  Xiao Bing's mouth curled up into a smile at this time, her heart had completely landed, and she only felt full of pride.

  She didn't choose the wrong person.

  What does this fourth-order condensed energy mean? Only she truly understands what it means, that even if her internal breath is one level deeper than his, in a real life-and-death battle, Fang Xin can at least fight to the point of mutual destruction, and it's possible that Fang Xin will be injured while she dies.

  Ten steps to kill one person, a thousand miles without leaving a trail. When the task is completed, roll up sleeves and leave, deeply hiding one's body and name. This is the true portrayal of a fourth-grade swordsman, especially in those situations where one person can resist the strength of a hundred people, not joking.

  Art, music, and knowledge reaching the fifth, sixth, or seventh level are not rare, but only this mind-and-body-as-one killing cultivation technique has reached the fourth level, which is truly terrifying. This cannot be achieved through hard work and medicine alone. Even Xiao Bing himself, with the power of his family's generations of serving the Xiang Jun female deity, was only able to achieve the fourth level of internal breath and yin spirit, but did not attain the fourth level of killing cultivation technique.

  As far as she knew, the fourth-level killer cultivators in the empire were scarce, with only over 600 people nationwide, which showed Fang Xin's value.

  Most importantly, Fang Xinchai is only sixteen years old!

  Later, I really want to ask, what happened to Fang Xin in that fall, as for the time, she didn't care, after all, the time difference between planes is very large - although there is a certain rule, the time ratio is determined by the distance from the native plane.

  "I don't dare to say that, there are many geniuses in the world, I'm just making some progress occasionally!" Fang Xin was still humble for a few sentences. Now he's full of confidence and hopes to meet many strong players in this Qingteng Cup, break into the final round, and determine the winner. However, he didn't want to beat around the bush anymore, so he said directly: "I'll just say it like this, I'm willing to do some things for your company as a return, but as for formally taking the job, forget about it."

  Zhou Hua Yu's cultivation was not high, but he had seen a lot and knew a lot. He looked at Lin Xian who was still deep in thought, then looked at Xiao Bing, and suddenly burst out laughing: "Since Mr. Fang is willing to give our organization face, we won't be humble either. Our organization hopes that Mr. Fang can become our sword path consultant. If there are any major competitions or events, please let Mr. Fang make an appearance. As for the salary, although Mr. Fang doesn't lack money, our organization will still offer one million per year. The competition will be calculated according to the number of appearances and ranking, how about it?"

  "That's great." Fang Xin also readily nodded and said: "You can draw up the contract now, I'll sign it."

  Zhou Hua Yu was so refreshing, unexpectedly Fang Xin was even more refreshing. Fortunately, the secretary who followed him was naturally proficient in law and terms, and spent 20 minutes drafting a contract. The terms were simple but also detailed enough. The two signed, exchanged, and shook hands.

  It was settled like this, and since Xiao Bing existed, there weren't many words exchanged. After a while, they bid farewell.

  Fang Xin and Xiao Bing politely saw them off to the door, Zhou Hua Yu led a group of people away, after walking for a while, he turned his head again to look at the villa in the garden, at this time the sunlight was shining on the flowers and trees, it was really lush.

  "Mr. Lin, has Fang Xin really reached the fourth rank?" he finally asked.

  "It's really true, it's indeed fourth rank." Mr. Lin's affirmative answer made Zhou Huayu let out a deep breath and put down his last concern.