After a month of intense training, Han Yanâs strength improved rapidly, reaching the late stage of Sixth-level Sword Master, just a step away from advancing to Seventh Rank. Hua Yuezi and the others were also doing well, all reaching Fourth Rank, while even the weakest Tang Bufan reached Second-level Sword Master.
This was largely due to their recent cultivation of various strange and mysterious arts, leading to a deeper understanding of the Law. Otherwise, even with Han Yanâs innate talent, it would be impossible to achieve such progress in a month, let alone for the others, who have finally appreciated the painstaking efforts of their academy mentors.
As the eldest grandson of the Mu Familyâs Zong Family, Han Yan certainly had to return to the Zong Family to bid farewell before leaving, and Tang Bufan also needed to return home to say goodbye to his family.
"Han Yan, this journey to Shangyue will be different from being in Anyun, be more cautious in everything." Mu Beichen, who likely knew about Jiuyou Netherworld and the worldâs great calamity, didnât ask much but looked at Han Yan with love and instructed.
"Grandfather, I will be careful. But donât worry too much, with my current strength, itâs not that easy to get hurt." Han Yan said proudly, fearing the old man would worry.
"Iâm not afraid that youâll get hurt by others, Iâm afraid that too many people will get hurt by you. Be careful not to lose control every time; it wonât end well." Mu Beichen said solemnly.
"..." Han Yan was speechless.
"Alright, I wonât say much more. Just be careful yourself, and keep a low profile when you can." Mu Beichen waved his hand and said.
"I understand, grandfather. Take care of yourself." Han Yan said a bit depressingly.
Though she wanted to keep a low profile, every time trouble came to find her, she couldnât just let others bully her.
"Go on, go on. Alas, after entering the academy, you dismissed two mentors, making several mentors lose face. Later, even the hall masters didnât dare let her visit. Itâs lucky sheâs leaving early; otherwise, with the reputation of the first playgirl of Long Yan, how would she find a husband and get married? Alas. Will that boy named Ye reject her?" Mu Beichen shook his head, lamenting as he watched his granddaughter walk out the door.
Han Yan nearly stumbled and almost fell. It seems good things donât go beyond the door, while bad news travels a thousand miles; even grandfather knows her notorious fame. But grandfather, is your concern a bit misplaced?
"Letâs go, say goodbye to your family." Leaving the small courtyard, Han Yan said to Tang Bufan.
Zirong had already been sent to bid farewell to Yu Qingwan, Hua Yuezi and Jiang Yuzhe were ordered to Nanyan Commerce to prepare some elixirs. Although Han Yanâs alchemy skill had started to show promise, she couldnât devote all her attention to it. So, unless the elixir was of extremely high grade to warrant personal refinement, she wouldnât bother with the time-consuming and labor-intensive low-level elixirs. She preferred using the time to refine a few high-level elixirs, which could be sold for enough money to buy back hundreds to nearly a thousand low-level elixirsâno losses in any accounting.
Ling Baobao had an exuberant nature that wouldnât keep her waiting here; she also went to Nanyan Commerce, so only Tang Bufan was left to wait for Han Yan.
"I can go back by myself; thereâs no need for you, miss." Tang Bufan hesitantly said.
"Donât forget weâre friends; your family is my family." Han Yan said.
She understood what Tang Bufan was hesitant about. He came from humble origins and was poor, feeling somewhat inferior, and didnât want her to see his familyâs destitution.
In a previous life, Han Yan wouldnât have bothered thinking so much. But living through two lives and experiencing many trials changed her mindset; she wouldnât look down on him for this.
She wanted to go back with him to see if she could offer any help, as a form of redemption for her past life.
"Okay." Tang Bufan looked at Han Yan, nodding heavily.
Hmm, this alley seems familiar, Han Yan initially didnât pay much attention, but later realized this alley felt familiar.
"Weâre here." Tang Bufan pushed open a courtyard door, saying to Han Yan.
Compared to other courtyards, this one was more dilapidated, but it was cleaned thoroughly.
"Is this your home?" Han Yan was a bit surprised.
It was only then she remembered that the last time she saw Aunt Xiu, wasnât it in this courtyard?
Looking at Tang Bufan and recalling Aunt Xiuâs background, Han Yanâs expression became odd.