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

The rooftop of Zuixianlou.

The night breeze was cool, dispelling the hustle and bustle of the day.

Fang Xuan and Ning Qian sat side by side on the high roof ridge.

Beneath my feet are the twinkling lights of Beijing, and above me is a bright, clear moon in the deep blue night sky.

Several jars of the so-called "Heavenly Wine" were empty, the empty jars lying askew on the roof tiles...

Fang Xuan's eyes were somewhat unfocused. He shook the wine bowl in his hand, looked at it in the moonlight, and then turned to look at Ning Qian beside him.

"Why isn't Senior Sister drinking...?"

"Huh? Why are there three senior sisters...?"

Ning Qian remained unfazed; to her, this ordinary liquor was no different from plain water.

Looking at Fang Xuan's drunken state, she felt somewhat helpless, yet also found it...strangely cute.

"Junior brother, why don't you use your spiritual power to dispel the effects of the alcohol?" she asked softly, and then reached out to help the swaying Fang Xuan.

Fang Xuan leaned his head on her shoulder and asked, "Then... then why should I drink?"

Ning Qian: "..."

It seems... to make some sense?

While she was still pondering this philosophy of drinking, Fang Xuan had completely given up.

Her body tilted, and she slid down, resting her head on her legs which were pressed together.

He rubbed against her again, finding a comfortable spot, muttering under his breath, "Senior sister smells so good..."

Then her breathing quickly became shallow, and she fell asleep.

Ning Qian looked down at Fang Xuan, who was sleeping soundly with his head resting on her lap, his profile showing no sign of alertness in his sleep.

Her fingers unconsciously twirled a stray lock of his black hair, and the gloom she felt from the "unfinished business" during the day was replaced by a softer emotion.

My sleeping junior brother is so well-behaved...

only.....

She looked up at the moonlight, then at her junior brother who was sleeping soundly in her arms, a hint of struggle flashing across her face.

Should we wake him up?

If I don't wake him up, won't tonight's daily training be delayed?

Although he has only recently broken through, it would be good for him to consolidate his progress... well, it's definitely just for the sake of improving his cultivation efficiency.

He's sleeping so soundly... is it really a bad idea to wake him? It's rare for my junior brother to relax like this...

Deep in her heart.

The aloof Ning Qian shook her head and said solemnly, "The path of cultivation values ​​perseverance, yet you're trying to take crooked and evil paths. Ning Qian, you're beyond saving..."

Tan Huan Xiao Ningxian: Junior brother is tired, let him sleep! He can make up for the cultivation tomorrow! Double! No, triple!

The corrupted Xiao Ningxian pondered: Perhaps... I could try having my junior brother cooperate in his sleep using a cultivation technique, or... directly drain his essence? No, no, I can't bear to...

.......

Just as Ning Qian's inner monologue was raging, her finger hovering above Fang Xuan's cheek, hesitating whether to poke him awake or let him continue sleeping—

"The moonlight is lovely, young lady."

A young male voice suddenly came from the roof of another building not far away.

Ning Qian's eyes sharpened instantly, and the aura that had softened because of Fang Xuan vanished in an instant, replaced by a layer of frost.

She didn't even turn her head, only glancing at it out of the corner of her eye.

About ten feet away, on the eaves, there was a person who had appeared out of nowhere.

The man was dressed in brocade robes, like a young master, with jade pendants at his waist and a folding fan in his hand, and he was looking over with a smile.

Her gaze swept back and forth over Fang Xuan, who was fast asleep in her arms, and finally settled on Ning Qian's arms that were wrapped around Fang Xuan.

"The night is deep and the dew is heavy; it's quite a refined pleasure for a young lady to drink and admire the moon alone here, but why...?"

Seeing that Ning Qian ignored him, the man was not annoyed. Instead, his smile deepened, and he snapped his fan shut: "Excuse my intrusion, but may I ask where you are from, young lady? And why are you clinging to my uncle so tightly?"

Ning Qian was completely confused. What clan uncle?

But she clearly heard the other person's intention in their words: they wanted to take Fang Xuan away from her.

He stole his junior brother's.

She vaguely remembered that her junior brother was the illegitimate son of one of the elders of the Fang family...

But she didn't care about the Fang family or any relatives.

She didn't want to delve into her junior brother's past; if he didn't say, she wouldn't ask.

All she knew was that Fang Xuan was now hers.

Only when I'm by her side, protected by her, am I absolutely safe.

And only she would do anything for him.

She slowly stood up, her long hair spreading out in the moonlight.

With one arm still firmly holding Fang Xuan, the other hand, fingers drawn like a sword, slashed lightly into the air beside him without even looking—

A pitch-black spatial rift appeared beside her and Fang Xuan.

"Trying to leave? I knew you had this trick up your sleeve." The man no longer cared about maintaining his composure and pulled out a jade seal from his pocket.

"Seal off the heavens and lock down the earth! Freeze it!"

The jade seal shone brightly, and several streams of spiritual energy instantly spread out, attempting to stabilize the surrounding space and mend the crack.

Ning Qian didn't even glance at the jade seal; she simply held Fang Xuan and lightly stepped towards the crack.

Just as she was about to disappear into the crack, she turned her head and glanced indifferently at the person who was frantically activating the jade seal.

Those dark red eyes were calm and undisturbed.

But just one glance was enough to plunge that person into an ice cave, causing even the spiritual power used to activate the jade seal to falter.

"Ridiculous..." Ning Qian said calmly.

Two cold words drifted on the wind...

next moment--

"Snap!"

The seemingly extraordinary cyan jade seal was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks on its surface.

Then, to the man's incredulous gaze, it shattered into a cloud of jade powder with a "bang," its spiritual light completely extinguished.

Ning Qian's figure, holding Fang Xuan, had already completely disappeared into the spatial rift.

The crack then quickly closed, as if it had never existed.

The night wind blew across the rooftop, leaving only the brocade-clad disciple standing there dumbfounded.

Her hand remained in a pushing posture, but only a small pinch of jade powder remained in her palm, falling softly...

He looked at the empty rooftop across the street, then at the jade powder in his hand.

"Where...where is he?" he murmured.

.......

"Useless!" A furious shout came from below, and several figures appeared on the rooftop like ghosts.

Leading the group was a stern-faced middle-aged elder, whose beard was trembling with rage. He pointed at the disciple's nose and yelled, "I told you to look after someone! Where is he?"

He trembled with fear and stammered, "They...they're gone..."

"Where is the Zhenkong Seal I gave you?" the elder hissed.

"It's...it's broken..."

He was on the verge of tears, and raised his hand to show the little bit of jade powder.

"You can't even keep an eye on a magic treasure, what good are you? Go back and clean the family toilets for three months!" The elder was so angry he was jumping up and down.

"Elder! I'm innocent!"

He really wanted to cry. "That witch... that witch is too evil. She just glanced at me, and the seal shattered."

"You're wronged, my foot!" The elder launched into another tirade of abuse.

"I could hear you babbling on from a mile away! Why are you spouting so much nonsense? Just take action and arrest them!"

At this moment, another older man, whose demeanor was more composed, slowly stepped forward.

He glanced at the spot where the spatial rift had disappeared, then at the pile of jade powder, his brows furrowed.

"Have you seen who it is?" the elder asked in a deep voice.

The disciple quickly composed himself and respectfully replied, "Reporting to the Grand Elder, I saw clearly! It was... a stunningly beautiful woman in white! The one she was holding was my uncle."

The woman's eyes were fierce; she was definitely a vixen who coveted her uncle's good looks and virility!

The elder who had started the cursing couldn't hold back any longer: "You just stood there watching without doing anything! Now look what's happened, the person ran away, and we lost the seal!"

The elder waved his hand, stopping their argument.

He paused for a moment, then slowly said, "I have been at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage for decades, and I believe I have some knowledge of spatial power... Such a method is unheard of."

Upon hearing this, the people present all felt a chill and subconsciously swallowed.

"Then... Elder, what do you mean?" the cursing elder asked cautiously.

The Grand Elder's gaze was deep as he slowly uttered a few words: "Above the Nascent Soul stage."

A collective gasp filled the air.

Above the Nascent Soul stage! What kind of concept is that?

That's a legendary existence!

The disciple's face turned pale; recalling those dark red eyes, he was filled with lingering fear.

He actually waved his fan and acted arrogantly in front of someone who might be "above the Nascent Soul stage"? And he even called her "girl"?

It's a miracle I wasn't glared at to death!

"Then...can my uncle...get it back?"

The elder glanced at him, said nothing, but uttered a single syllable through his nose: "Hmm."

The disciple didn't understand: "Huh... what does that mean, Elder?"

The elder glanced at him again, this time his voice was more emphasizing: "Hmm!"

The disciple was even more confused: "What...what does that mean?"

Is it possible to get it back, or not?

Please don't just keep saying "uh-huh".

The First Elder gritted his teeth and said directly to the elder beside him who was still sulking, "Punish him by making him clean the family toilets for six months."

The elder who had been cursing immediately responded, "Yes!"

disciple:"???"

Why? Why was it doubled?

Did he forget to check the almanac before going out today? First, he got scared by someone and lost his magic treasure, and now he has to clean toilets for half a year...