The morning light shines, golden yellow, and the green willow trees sway, reflecting on the clear lake surface. The willow branches suddenly tap on the water surface, and ripples appear on the lake surface.

Qinghe Pavilion is located in the east of the center of the lake. Ling Fan always likes to come to this small pavilion for breakfast, which is clean and peaceful.

Ling Fan sat quietly in the pavilion, looking at the ripples on the lake, his eyes were blurred, and his right hand was on the table from time to time, posing something in the air. As his fingers moved, the pavilion seemed to have an extraordinary meaning, which was unimaginable.

"Brother Ling Fan! Hehe!" In the corridor, a clever figure was running towards the pavilion.

"Huh?" After being shocked, Ling Fan woke up from his confusion, stopped his movements, and looked at the person with a smile.

"Chuye, it's early." Ling Fan greeted him.

"Brother, I am paying respect to you!" The girl put away the smile on the corner of her mouth and gave a standard bow.

Ling Fan smiled and tapped Ling Chuye's forehead and said, "Okay, okay, you little clever, sit down and eat."

"Ah! Why did you hit me? My father hasn't beat me before!" Ling Chuye rubbed his forehead, made it wrongly opposite Ling Fan, picked up a piece of pastry and started eating.

"How can you do it if you don't beat me if you don't beat me?" Ling Fan looked at the cute girl in front of him gently. All the failures and worries just now were eliminated by the girl's liveliness and weirdness. This is his sister, the only princess in the Daling Dynasty, Ling Chuye.

Ling Fan likes this sister very much, not only because of Ling Chuye's lively and cuteness, but also because Ling Chuye has allowed him to find the feeling of belonging to home in this world.

Almost everyone in the palace was a cultivator. Except for Ling Fan, this also led to Ling Fan's low status. Although he was the prince of the dynasty, few people were very respectful to him. Only Ling Chuye foolishly asked Ling Fan to play with her every day, without caring about Ling Fan's inability to practice.

"By the way, Brother Ling Fan, I broke through to the Yiqi realm yesterday!" Ling Chuye took a bite of the pastry hard, held the remaining half in his right hand, swayed in front of Ling Fan, and said with a stunning power.

"Yiqi Realm? It's not bad!" Ling Fan sincerely praised.

"What's good! They are obviously very powerful! There are only a handful of people who can break through to the Yiqi realm at my age in the entire continent!" Ling Chuye looked at Ling Fan complainedly and continued to chew the remaining pastries.

"Haha, okay, Chu Ye is the most amazing." Ling Fan said with a smile.

"It was!" Ling Chuye said without any modesty.

Indeed, on this continent, there are not many people who can break through to become a cultivator in the Yiqi realm at the age of fifteen since there have been records. Without exception, the recorded people have eventually become powerful people who shock one side, and the best of them are even respected as "Immortals".

Of course, Ling Chuye's "small achievement" is nothing in Ling Fan's eyes. Ling Fan knows well that in the upper realm, the children of the four empires, without exception, have completed the "Seven Transformations of the Mortal Realm" within the age of fifteen.

"I don't know how my sister is doing. She was not in the Holy Sword Empire at that time. Did she go back later? However, with her strength at that time."

"Brother, what are you thinking!" Ling Chuye saw Ling Fan's eyes wandering again, and he was unceremonious to interrupt Ling Fan's thoughts.

"Nothing," Ling Fan waved his hand, looked at Ling Chuye with a smile, and reminded him: "Chuye, you must continue to work hard! Become a strong man in the Yuanhu realm as soon as possible!"

"Can I be able to do it in Yuanhu Realm?" Ling Chuye frowned, his eyebrows full of disconfidence, and he was very cute.

In Ling Chuye's eyes, Yuanhu Realm is a strong man who can be the king, just like his father, and the father is invincible! Can she also become a strong man like his father?

"Of course, Chu Ye will one day become a stronger cultivator than King Ling." Ling Fan encouraged.

Baji, Ling Chuye continued to eat casually, and I don’t know if he had heard what Ling Fan said just now.

After a while, the two of them finished their meals, and Ling Fan specially left a pastry.

"Brother, I can draw the soul-locking array you taught me last time!" Ling Chuye said with a smile, gestured on the table with his fingers.

Strands of fairy aura visible to the naked eye were condensed on Ling Chuye's fingertips. Following her jade fingers, the fairy aura gradually formed into a strange formation, which was very small and had no energy fluctuations.

"Here, but this formation seems useless. It cannot block damage like the Black Tortoise Formation, nor can it attack others like the Lihuo Formation. It has no effect at all!" Ling Chuye complained, looking at the formation in front of him with a puzzled look.

Formation is also a means for cultivators. Powerful attack formations can destroy the world, and powerful defensive formations can protect the safety of a sect and a dynasty forever, as well as other types of formations, all have their own magical uses. Cultivators even specialize in researching formations, and such people are called formation masters.

Ling Chuye looked at the small formation in front of her in confusion. If it weren't for the formation taught to her by Ling Fan in the past, she wouldn't have spent half a month learning this ordinary formation.

Looking at the graffiti-like traces on the table and the young formation trajectory, Ling Fan was really surprised this time. Ling Chuye actually mastered the Soul-Locking Array in only half a month!

"Haha" Looking at the unsatisfied sister, Ling Fan said speechlessly: "The Soul Locking Array cannot attack, but it can indeed defend, but it can defend against spiritual attacks."

"If it is really useful," Ling Fan murmured, not sure whether this formation could be effective.

As a reincarnated and reborn figure, although Ling Fan could not practice, the memories in his mind were completely preserved, and he remembered all the imperial-level martial arts and formations without exception.

However, this world is different from Ling Fan's previous life. What is practicing immortal power here! The cultivators are all cultivating immortality! The world where Ling Fan lived in the previous life was practicing spiritual power, martial arts, and formations that were effective based on the existence of spiritual power.

This leads to the fact that many "common sense" that Ling Fan knew could not be used. This world does not seem to accept him, nor does it even accept his martial arts and formations.

Ling Fan only started to try formations a few years ago. Through the knowledge he has mastered in Daling Academy over the past decade, he tried to transform some simple formations himself so that they can be used in this world.

The Lihuo Formation and the Black Turtle Formation were successful, but Ling Fan was really not sure whether this soul-locking array could work.

"Brother! You are really unreliable!" Ling Chuye accused, "If this formation doesn't work, and your sister, I believe you one day, and use this formation, then I will be gone? Woo woo."

"Well, it seems to be right," Ling Fan responded awkwardly, and then said guiltily: "Then don't use this formation in the future."

"It's really! I've been wasting half a month to learn this broken formation! Otherwise, I would have broken through to the Yiqi realm long ago!" Ling Chuye put his hips on his hips, very dissatisfied with mastering such a useless formation.

Ling Fan felt even more embarrassed, picked up the pastries on the table and walked out of the pavilion.

"Hey, Brother Ling Fan, are you going to the West Courtyard again? I'm going to go with you too. I haven't seen Aunt Yu for a long time." Ling Chuye followed up happily, without the ferocity he had just now.
Chapter completed!