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

The sun was shining brightly as Fang Xuan strolled leisurely along the bluestone path.

A series of hurried footsteps came from behind, along with a familiar voice with an accent:

"Young man—wait for Grandma!"

Fang Xuan paused, but didn't turn around, and sighed inwardly.

Again.

"Grandma, please stop chasing me. I really will return the cake. I even gave you two extra copper coins as interest."

"Hey, who cares about that one pancake!"

The old woman finally caught up with him, catching her breath while supporting her back. Her eyes sparkled as she looked Fang Xuan up and down, becoming more and more satisfied with what she saw.

"Grandma is looking at you. You're so handsome, the more I look at you, the more you resemble my future grandson-in-law!"

Fang Xuan subconsciously glanced around and felt a chill run down his spine.

Senior sister... she shouldn't be nearby again, right?

If someone hears this, he won't be able to explain himself.

"Grandma, I really..."

"Don't be shy!" the old lady interrupted him warmly.

"Don't let my three-year-old daughter fool you, she's incredibly beautiful! And my family is rich! We own three large courtyards in the east of town!"

Fang Xuan: "..."

We can no longer take food from children...

This retribution might be a bit severe.

Having finally shaken off the old woman who was chasing him every day, Fang Xuan continued to wander around.

He quite liked this small town; it was simple and peaceful, with no monks around.

He spends his days sunbathing, strolling around the streets, and waiting for his senior to call him home for dinner.

.......

Back in the courtyard, I pushed open the bamboo gate.

In the courtyard, Ning Qian was holding a small wooden ladle and carefully watering several flowers by the windowsill.

Sunlight fell on her focused profile, softening her features.

Fang Xuan found it rather novel.

My senior sister has actually started growing flowers?

Although potatoes were also planted, quite a few were planted.

"Went out to play in the street again?" Ning Qian asked without looking up, her cool voice coming through the room.

"No, Senior Sister," Fang Xuanxian retorted.

Then I went over and watched her water the plants.

His feet just couldn't take it anymore.

Ning Qian then stopped what she was doing and turned to look at him.

Those cool, clear eyes swept across his face, as if trying to confirm whether he had gone to perform magic tricks again, or provoked any strange people, such as the three-year-old girl's grandmother.

After a long pause, she said softly, "What if you get kidnapped by bad guys while you're all alone?"

Fang Xuan moved even closer, pressing his shoulder against hers: "They've captured me! Senior sister, come save me quickly!"

Ning Qian felt a little itchy from the heat of his breath on her ear, so she turned her face away and continued watering the flowers.

She simply smiled slightly and asked, "What would you like to eat today?"

"I want to drink soup."

"Um."

......

After watering the plants, the two returned to the eaves.

Fang Xuan stretched, looked at the distant blue sky, and sighed, "Senior sister, this is really boring."

Living such a comfortable life for too long makes my bones feel loose.

Ning Qian turned her head away, her face flushed, and said, "...there will be things to do in the evening."

Fang Xuan coughed twice. His senior sister was getting bolder and bolder. "Then, senior sister, I'll go practice my sword for a while."

"You're so unambitious," Ning Qian's voice came again, scoldingly. "What's the use of just practicing swordsmanship?"

Fang Xuan turned around and stared at her blankly.

Ning Qian had already turned around and walked towards the kitchen, leaving behind only a light, casual remark.

"No... if I don't cultivate with my senior sister, when will I ever reach the Nascent Soul stage?"

Fang Xuan almost tripped over the threshold while listening to this.

I'm not kidding you, it's true, now his senior sister teases him every day.

......

"Let's eat." After a while, Ning Qian's voice came from inside, already back to its usual cool and aloof tone.

It's all my junior brother's fault, he's been seducing her every day.

"Okay, senior sister."

.......

Lunch was simple: two dishes and a soup.

Fang Xuan shoveled at his spirit rice, his eyes scanning the dish: "No meat today?"

Ning Qian picked up a piece of wild vegetable with her chopsticks and said lightly:

"They're not selling them in town today."

"Oh." Fang Xuan took a sip of soup with a hint of regret.

Ning Qian suddenly put down her chopsticks and said seriously, "Then let's go find the Black Tai Sui and cut off some more."

Fang Xuan looked at Xiao Hei, who was under the table, trying to "eat" a piece of vegetable with its soft body.

"Maybe we shouldn't cut it..."

Although he knew it was a dark, indistinct thing, he still swallowed a Nascent Soul cultivator's body.

But now it looks like a little snotty-nosed thing, rolling around foolishly.

Cutting it... it feels like bullying a mentally challenged child, it's so pitiful.

As if understanding Fang Xuan's words, Xiao Hei put the vegetable leaf on its head and bounced twice, seemingly indicating that it was happy to do so.

After it consumed the body of the Nascent Soul Ancestor, its intelligence seemed to have grown a little, but it was still very dull.

Fang Xuan gently poked it with his finger: "What's your name?"

The little black cat with vegetable leaves on its head: "???"

Looking at its silly appearance, Fang Xuan suddenly remembered: "Oh, right, your name is Xiao Hei."

Looking at Fang Xuan's smiling profile, Ning Qian felt that secret thought in her heart begin to bubble up again.

My junior brother is so cute...

I really want to...

She pulled herself out of her reverie and forced herself to look at the food on the table.

But her gaze inadvertently fell on Fang Xuan's right hand, which was holding chopsticks.

The hand was wrapped in a plain white bandage from the wrist to the fingertips.

"Are you getting used to it?" she asked softly.

Upon hearing this, Fang Xuan put down his chopsticks, moved his right hand fingers, clenched his fist, and then opened it again.

His movements were fluid and natural, as if they were an integral part of his own body.

"Yeah, my senior sister's hands are pretty good." He replied casually.

However, he felt that these words... seemed a little strange?

Ning Qian tightly gripped her sleeve.

There was no rejection... the spine is fine, and so are the hands...

And... other places...

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that her current thoughts... were simply like those of a pervert coveting her junior brother's body.

But...but...

She secretly raised her eyes and glanced at Fang Xuan opposite her.

Sunlight streamed through the bamboo window, casting small shadows on his eyelashes, while his handsome face displayed unwavering focus.

If only things could stay like this forever... keeping him by my side, using everything I have to leave my unique mark on him...

This thought, like a vine, spread wildly, binding her cold heart layer by layer...