Actually, Fan Xian didn't know that he was practicing an extremely profound internal energy cultivation method. If it were an ordinary martial artist, they would definitely cultivate it with utmost care and caution, and they would definitely ask a teacher or a trusted friend to help watch over them.

The most dangerous part of this cultivation method was at the beginning, when accumulating energy to enter the dantian snow mountain. The cultivator's body and mind's reaction speed would have a huge difference. The most direct consequence was that the cultivator's body functions would become like a motionless vegetable.

If the cultivator had no experience at this time, they would easily mistake themselves for being possessed and would forcibly try to gather true energy into the body—if they were lucky, a cultivator with exceptionally strong strength might be able to return the chaotic true energy in their body to the meridians, but that would be equivalent to practicing without any effect. If it was a beginner, they might be invaded by true inner demons due to this panic.

However, a beginner like Fan Xian not only did not suffer from demonic possession, but also felt that mysterious feeling more easily than those strong individuals, thanks to his background and luck.

Because when he started to cultivate this nameless true energy, the body he inhabited was still an infant. The innate energy brought from the mother's body had not yet been completely returned to heaven and earth and still remained in his body, so cultivating was twice the result with half the effort, and he even miraculously stored most of the innate true energy in his meridians.

And the inner demon hurdle that cultivators encounter most easily was not very difficult for Fan Xian.

Don't forget that in his previous life, Fan Xian had been bedridden for several years and had long been accustomed to his brain not being able to control his body, so he was not panicked when he encountered this situation for the first time, but rather had a warmth of finding remnants of past memories.

So, the first time he cultivated, as soon as he felt the energy, it began to run wild, making his body unable to move, but he was not very afraid.

Precisely because he was fearless, he had no distractions, which allowed him to easily pass the most difficult hurdle.

From then on, cultivation became easier. As long as he silently recited the cultivation formula, he would naturally enter a meditative state—so for Fan Xian, his daily nap was very sweet and he was impossible to wake up.

It is extremely difficult for ordinary cultivators to enter a meditative state, because that requires chance and coincidence. The way this child uses his daily nap as meditation is truly extravagantly indescribable.

Heaven is really taking care of him.

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Waking up from a nap, he rubbed his fresh and lovely little face in the towel in the maid's hand, considering it washing his face.

In the afternoon, he began to study in the study with the tutor hired by the Earl's Mansion from Donghai Prefecture. This tutor was not very old, about thirty years old, but he had a very old and stale feeling about him.

The Qing Kingdom had launched a literary reform ten years ago, starting with an essay on literary reform by Lord Hu of the Literary Compilation Pavilion. The literary scene today is the battlefield for the battle between classical Chinese and modern Chinese.

So-called classical Chinese is the literary Chinese in Fan Xian's memory, while modern Chinese is somewhat like colloquial Chinese, but the wording is more elegant.

Fan Xian's tutor is a fan of the classical Chinese school, so he teaches Fan Xian to read classics every day. Although these classics are not exactly the same as the Four Books and Five Classics in Fan Xian's world, the wonderful thing is that many of the contents and meanings are not very different, and there are also distinctions between Confucianism, Mohism, Legalism, and Taoism.

As a result, Fan Xian began to wonder where he was when he first listened to the lecture.

The summer was hot and stuffy, and the study was also filled with heat. The tutor opened the south-facing window, and the sound of cicadas came through the window, which was extremely beautiful with the breeze. The teacher looked back and saw that his little student was staring blankly at the desk. He was about to reprimand him, but when he looked at that beautiful little face, he couldn't help but feel a little soft in his heart.

The tutor actually admired his little student very much. At a young age, he could speak clearly and understand a thing or two about the subtle meanings of the predecessors recorded in the book. For a four-year-old child, it was really not easy.

The tutor himself also had doubts, thinking that Earl Sinan was too impatient, and the requirements in his letter were too high, so he had no choice but to start teaching a four-year-old child the classics now. In ordinary families, at this age, they would only learn some characters and memorize some elementary studies.

After finishing the lesson, Fan Xian politely bowed to the teacher, and then respectfully waited for the teacher to leave the study before taking off his sweaty coat and running out of the study, causing the maid behind him to shout "be careful" all the way while following him.

After entering the main courtyard, Fan Xian stopped immediately, with a naive and cute smile on his face, he walked in swayingly like a little adult. Seeing the old lady sitting in the center, he opened his mouth and said in a childish voice, "Grandma."

The old lady's face was amiable and kind, and her deep wrinkles were full of traces of time. Only the occasional expressions in her eyes let others know that this old lady was actually quite extraordinary—it is said that Earl Sinan was able to be where he is today was inseparable from the old lady's connections in the capital.

"What did you learn today?"

Fan Xian stood in front of the chair very honestly, finished saying what the teacher had taught him, and then after bowing, went to the side courtyard to have dinner with his younger sister.

The relationship between the old lady and her grandson seemed very distant. Not knowing if it was because Fan Xian was an illegitimate child, although the old lady did not abuse him, she always had particularly high demands on him, so the feeling always seemed a bit estranged.

Fan Xian still remembered that when he was only one year old, the old lady in front of him once held him in her arms and cried in the middle of the night. The old lady naturally couldn't imagine that a one-year-old baby could understand her words, and even silently remembered her words.

"Child, blame your father, the poor little one, his mother is gone just after he was born."

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Background? This was a huge question in Fan Xian's mind. He encountered an assassination when he first arrived in this world. Although he now knows that his father is the high-ranking official Earl Sinan in the capital whom he has never met, who is his mother? Back then, Earl Sinan was still in the army following His Majesty the Emperor on the Western Expedition, so those assassins were naturally targeting his mother.

But he had a soul belonging to another world in his body, so he naturally couldn't have any father-son feelings for the Earl Sinan whom he had never met, but he would occasionally think of the woman who had left this world, his nominal mother.