I don't want to be trained by my senior sister!

My senior sister is still cooking.

Fang Xuan felt uncomfortable even though he had been lying down for so long and his body was clean.

"Senior sister, I'm going to take a bath," he said.

......

I took off my clothes and stepped into the bathtub.

Warm water enveloped my body.

Mmm, that feels good.

Leaning against the barrel, he raised his right hand and looked at the white bandages still wrapped around it.

My hand... should be alright now, right?

He remembered that his hand was completely severed before he lost consciousness.

Now I can move freely without any pain. It seems like it has completely healed, or maybe it has been reattached?

He was a little curious and slowly untied the knot in the bandage on his right hand.

One lap, two laps...

The bandage was half loose, revealing the hand underneath.

His fingers were long and slender with distinct knuckles, and his skin was exceptionally fair and delicate, even more radiant than his own natural complexion.

Fang Xuan stared at the hand, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar it seemed.

The length of the fingers, the curvature of the joints, even the shape of the nails...

Wow!

Senior sister... what did you do to him while he was unconscious?

Is it not just... kisses and hugs? They even changed the hands?

That's so perverted...

But it seems quite flexible to use?

He tried clenching his fist, his knuckles making a crisp sound, the power flowing smoothly, as if these hands were his own.

It just looks too... delicate.

It doesn't quite match his handsome face and tall figure.

After thinking for a moment, he picked up the bandages he had taken off and carefully wrapped them back on to cover the overly conspicuous skin.

Hmm, it looks better when it's wrapped up, and there's a strange kind of battle-worn coolness to it.

Just as he finished bandaging himself, he seemed to sense something else.

Quickly, make a slight mental movement.

A faint wisp of sword intent quietly emerged from the tip of his right index finger, causing the surrounding space to tremble slightly.

It was Ning Qian's sword intent, which contained the laws of space.

At the same time, a completely different dark golden sword intent rose from the index finger of his left hand.

The sword intent was solid and heavy, carrying a savage and domineering aura of destruction.

This is the sword intent he comprehended on his own after merging his own swordsmanship with the malevolent aura of the black sword; it follows the path of ultimate power and destruction.

Fang Xuan blinked, feeling the heart-pounding power within.

He seems... to be truly invincible.

Senior Sister possesses spiritual bones imbued with Daoist energy, and now she also has a right hand capable of unleashing spatial sword intent at will...

It turns out... his cheat code was always his senior sister.

......

Of course, the claim of being invincible only applies within this realm and among the younger generation.

The road ahead is still very long.

However, you have to eat one bite at a time.

Right now, I need to heal my injuries, stabilize my cultivation level, and enjoy... cough, I mean, spend quality time with my senior sister. That's the proper thing to do.

After soaking for a while, Fang Xuan got up and prepared to use his spiritual power to dry his hair and body, so as to avoid trouble.

"Don't move."

Ning Qian's voice came from the bathroom doorway.

Fang Xuan froze and turned to look.

Ning Qian arrived unnoticed, holding a clean cloth in her hand, and stood behind him.

"Wouldn't it be faster to use spiritual power, saving you the trouble of troubling Senior Sister?" Fang Xuan said.

"Cough... Spiritual energy... You need to use it sparingly, your injury has just healed." Ning Qian turned her head slightly and made up a story casually.

Fang Xuan had no choice but to continue obediently leaning against the edge of the bathtub.

Ning Qian wrapped his wet, long hair in a cloth and gently wiped it.

After drying his hair, Ning Qian used a comb to straighten it, and finally used her old hairband to tie it into a neat high ponytail at the back of his head.

She turned to the front and examined it, seemingly quite satisfied, a slight smile curving her lips.

Her gentle gaze fell on his face, and in her eyes... there was a sense of absolute possessive satisfaction.

Her junior brother is her...

.......

"By the way, Senior Sister," Fang Xuan suddenly remembered something and asked casually, "how did you know I was done washing up?"

He didn't seem to call her.

Ning Qian paused in her tidying of the cloths, but her expression remained calm: "Just a coincidence."

Fang Xuan looked at her slightly reddened ears.

Hmm... it seems... I'm being watched by my senior sister.

.......

After putting on clean clothes, I returned to the main house.

Ning Qian had already served all the food.

Sure enough, there was a large plate of bright red braised pork, two bowls of glistening white rice, and a dish of stir-fried seasonal vegetables.

There was even a small pot of wine that smelled wonderful when warm.

"Wow, senior sister, there's still wine today?"

Fang Xuan's eyes lit up.

"Yes, I bought it down the mountain. Let me try it."

Ning Qian poured him a small cup, and poured one for herself, but her cup was noticeably shallower.

She ate her food in small bites, occasionally sipped a little wine, and her gaze was mostly fixed on Fang Xuan.

He ate with relish, his eyes so tender they seemed to melt.

Fang Xuan ate and drank the sweet wine at the same time.

Slightly tipsy, he looked at Ning Qian's increasingly delicate face.

Long eyelashes cast small shadows beneath her eyes, her nose was straight and delicate, and her lips glistened with a moist sheen from the wine...

Senior sister is so beautiful.

Why does he feel... increasingly dizzy? His vision is also starting to blur.

Is this wine... really that potent?

He shook his head, trying to stay awake, but he was still very sleepy.

In his hazy state, he seemed to hear Ning Qian's cool voice in his ear, with a tone different from before:

"Junior brother... is being disobedient again today..."

"He left alone..."

"Now... let your senior sister punish me properly, okay?"

"Hmm... Senior Sister?" Fang Xuan responded subconsciously, his mind completely blank, all he wanted to do was sleep.

His vague response startled Ning Qian, who was about to reach out and pick him up.

She abruptly withdrew her hand, her face instantly flushing crimson...

How could this be...?

She clearly... clearly put enough calming pills in the wine, so her junior brother could have just slept peacefully.

Ning Qian was both flustered and ashamed, her heart pounding wildly. She began to stammer an explanation: "Senior...Senior Sister didn't...didn't mean to do anything bad..."

Her voice grew softer and softer as she spoke, and her head drooped lower and lower.

Fang Xuan's mind was still hazy. He barely opened his eyes a little and looked at Ning Qian, whose face was flushed and whose eyes were darting away.

Several huge question marks popped into my head.

What is my senior sister saying? What bad thing is she doing?

.......

Seeing that he seemed to actually be somewhat aware of it, Ning Qian felt even more embarrassed and ashamed.

Yes, she wanted to cultivate together with her junior brother.

It's been four months already...

She admitted that she was blinded by lust, but was too embarrassed to say it, so she thought of using some pills...

......

Now that she'd been caught red-handed, she looked at Fang Xuan's confused eyes as he stared at her.

The long-suppressed thought in her heart, along with a secret thrill of successfully deceiving him, surged up all at once...

.....

She's just a perverted senior, so what?

Taking another deep breath, she raised her watery eyes and gritted her teeth, saying, "Take off your clothes."

"Cultivate with me."

"hurry up."

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt the heat on her face spread rapidly throughout her body, even her fingertips were burning.

Fang Xuan blinked, his groggy mind processing the sudden information.

Taking off clothes? Dual cultivation?

Is my senior sister being this perceptive today?

Fang Xuan felt that he was even more dizzy.

Looking at his bewildered yet obedient appearance, Ning Qian felt an overwhelming sense of guilt that nearly overwhelmed her.

But she also felt a secret, dominant pleasure...