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

In a few days, I will be preparing to leave.

In the bamboo forest, sunlight filters through the dense bamboo leaves.

Fang Xuan stood quietly, holding the black sword Yun Chang.

With a slight thought, two sword intents arose out of thin air.

Instead of being attached to the sword, they emerged from the body like two invisible dragons, coiling and intertwining in front of it.

A hundred-foot-long blue stone in front of them was instantly pulverized and scattered by the breeze in the bamboo forest.

"Not bad," Fang Xuan said calmly, opening his eyes.

To possess such power without relying on the sword itself is a nascent step into the art.

If the sword intent were attached to Yun Chang, the power of that sword strike would likely cause even those in the late-stage Nascent Soul realm to temporarily retreat.

"Are you ready?" Ning Qian's voice came from outside the bamboo forest, clear and cold, yet with a hint of tenderness that only Fang Xuan could perceive.

Fang Xuan strode out of the bamboo forest.

Ning Qian was standing at the entrance of the courtyard, still wearing that white dress, her black hair flowing like a waterfall, held up only by a simple hairpin.

It has less of the laziness of staying at home and more of the efficiency of going out.

However, the faint bluish-black color seems to have deepened slightly compared to the previous two days... cough.

"Alright, Senior Sister." Fang Xuan walked to her side and took her right hand.

Ning Qian's fingers were slightly cool, but when they were enveloped by his warm palm, she trembled slightly. Instead of pulling away, she gently squeezed back.

My junior brother is so well-behaved...he took my hand on his own initiative...

I want to... cough...

Ning Qian, you've really been blinded by wine and women. You're definitely... definitely not satisfied yet. Just a few more times and you'll be fine.

Yes, that's absolutely right.

I was almost misled by the path of abstaining from pornography; next time I must be more determined to uphold this path.

.......

"Then let's set off." Ning Qian composed herself, trying to make her voice sound as cool and aloof as usual.

Fang Xuan looked at her slightly reddened ear tips and smiled inwardly, but tightened his grip on her hand even more.

.......

The Imperial Palace of Tianlan Kingdom.

In front of the Imperial Study.

Chen Fan, dressed in a bright yellow casual outfit, had already dismissed his attendants and was waiting alone.

His eyes lit up when he saw the handsome young man holding a black sword with a nonchalant expression.

He immediately stepped forward quickly and respectfully bowed with his hands clasped in greeting.

"Brother Xuan."

The old eunuch, who had been following closely behind Chen Fan, was so frightened that he stumbled and almost fell over.

There are even people who have to call the emperor "brother"!

For a moment of madness, the old eunuch instinctively followed suit, bowing and saying, "Brother Xuan... Brother Xuan!"

Chen Fan turned around and glared at him, lowering his voice: "Are you crazy?"

The old eunuch, as if waking from a dream, knelt down with a thud: "Greetings... Your Highness! This servant's old eyes are failing, and I have offended you, Your Highness! Please forgive me!"

In a moment of inspiration, he gave Fang Xuan'an the title of prince, thinking it couldn't be wrong.

Chen Fan's expression softened slightly, realizing that the old man was quite clever. He waved his hand and said, "Alright, go wait over there. You're not allowed to come in unless I tell you to."

"Yes, yes, yes!" The old eunuch felt as if he had been granted a pardon and scrambled back to a distance, still muttering to himself.

Who exactly is this incredibly handsome young man? Why is His Majesty calling him "brother"?

Fang Xuan remained quite calm in the face of what was happening before him.

He held his sword, simply nodded to Chen Fan as a greeting, and then naturally stepped aside to let Ning Qian behind him pass.

He's my senior's secretary. She talks to me when there's something to discuss, and when there's nothing else... well... cough.

Ning Qian didn't show much respect to Chen Fan, and went straight to the point, her cold voice ringing out in front of the imperial study: "Things."

.......

Having obtained the Mystic Stone, there's no rush.

Sculpting your body here might be a bit noisy.

......

The accommodations arranged were in a secluded palace garden, with an elegant environment and exquisite furnishings. The palace maids and eunuchs were all sent away in advance to ensure absolute tranquility.

Ning Qian seemed uninterested in the palace's splendor. After briefly surveying the surroundings and confirming it was safe, she said to Fang Xuan, "You... don't run around."

"Understood, Senior Sister."

Fang Xuan smiled and agreed, casually tossing the black sword onto the table.

"I'll just stay in the yard and not go anywhere."

Ning Qian hummed in agreement, walked to the window, and looked at the night view of the palace outside, seemingly lost in thought.

Fang Xuan couldn't stand sitting idly in the room any longer; this was the first time he had ever seriously looked at this ancient palace.

While his senior sister was deep in thought, he slipped out of the courtyard and wandered around the nearby corridor garden.