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

A candle flickered gently by the bedside.

Fang Xuan leaned against the bed and slept soundly.

Ning Qian leaned against him, her arms gently wrapped around his waist, her chin resting on his shoulder.

Moonlight shone through the window paper.

She smelled his familiar, comforting scent, but her heart was far from at peace.

That sudden burst of power tore through space, shattered the jade seal, and seemingly crushed Fang Xuan, allowed him to escape with ease.

But only she knew that what surged into her heart at that moment was...more unease.

She didn't want Fang Xuan to see those people.

She... was afraid.

She feared that those so-called clansmen would appear and use blood ties, responsibility, or something else he might care about to pull him away from her.

She left that place less to resolve the problem and more to escape that possibility.

She was afraid he would go back to his old life.

That track without her, or where she was just a passerby.

And she will once again become that lonely soul, wandering alone through the long years and the bloodshed of grudges.

She held Fang Xuan's arm tightly, her fingertips tightening slightly, as if the warmth in his embrace would vanish if she let go.

With her eyes lowered, her eyelashes cast delicate, fragile shadows beneath them.

She couldn't really keep him by her side.

It's not that I can't do it, but... I can't bear to.

She couldn't bear to deprive him of his freedom, his choices, even if those choices might lead him away from her.

She buried her face deep in his warm embrace, nuzzling him as if seeking comfort.

The familiar body temperature and heartbeat seeped through her clothes, calming her anxious heart a little.

Thankfully, at least for now... he's still in her arms.

......

Although he drank quite a bit of Celestial Intoxication, cultivators are, after all, exceptionally healthy, and Fang Xuan didn't sleep for too long.

After all, he could wake up at any time, but he just wanted to stay on his senior sister's lap and sleep a little longer.

Then she woke up groggily.

Once I regained consciousness, the first thing I felt was the warm, soft touch of the jade in my arms.

There's also the cool, refreshing fragrance that lingers around the nose, unique to Ningxian.

Hmm? Senior sister?

He shifted and found himself being held tightly by Ning Qian.

And the environment... doesn't seem to be the tiles of Zuixianlou.

The courtyard? When did they get back?

He remembered that he eventually fell asleep with his head on his senior's lap...

......

I was just about to let go and get up.

"Don't move..." Ning Qian's cold voice rang in my ears.

She noticed that Fang Xuan was awake, and instead of letting go, she tightened her grip.

Then she looked up, leaned forward, and gently kissed his lips.

The kiss was light, fleeting, yet it carried a hint of uneasy confirmation...

After the kiss, she buried her flushed face back in his arms, her voice muffled, even unusually soft and sweet: "Let me hold you a little longer, okay..."

It wasn't a command, but an inquiry, even... carrying a hint of cautious pleading.

Fang Xuan was slightly taken aback, then turned around and pulled her into an even tighter embrace.

"As for my senior sister, I can hug her for as long as I want..."

Ning Qian didn't speak, but simply hummed softly in his arms, tightening her embrace.

For her... this period of time felt more and more like a beautiful dream she didn't want to wake up from.

The more she gained, the clearer the fear of loss hidden deep within her seemed to become...

.......

"You can... start body sculpting now."

After a long while, Ning Qian finally spoke in his arms, her voice muffled, though it was about serious business.

"Okay, I'll do whatever you say, Senior Sister," Fang Xuan replied.

Ning Qian paused for a moment, then suddenly whispered, "You didn't even ask... what if I have ulterior motives...?"

"Huh?" Fang Xuan was stunned for a moment. He really hadn't thought that this was possible.

Would his senior sister harm him? He'd rather believe he was actually Qin Shi Huang.

"If my senior sister wants my heart, I'll give it to her right now without hesitation."

Ning Qian turned her face away and pressed her flushed cheeks back against his chest: "You're always saying nice things."

"Senior sister," Fang Xuan whispered in her ear, his warm breath brushing against her skin as he spoke with a smile.

"I'm not just good at talking... I can also do it..."

........

In the latter half of the night, the moonlight grew even more...gentle.

Finally, just before dawn.

Fang Xuancai finally managed to comfort his depressed and anxious senior sister until she was completely satisfied and fell into a deep sleep.

He let out a soft breath, carefully pulled out his arm, which had been numb from being pressed down, and tucked the blanket around her.

I couldn't help but reminisce about it.

Cough... I seem to have become a little too engrossed lately.....

.......

Open the system interface.

[Host: Sex slave Fang Xuan (bound to Ning Qian as her training object)]

[Current progress of training: 8%]

[Note: Reaching 10% progress will unlock a stage reward upgrade. Please continue your efforts and deepen your relationship with your master!]

Almost 10%? Fang Xuan looked at the panel.

During the last system upgrade, I was rewarded with an M-type constitution that sounds embarrassing but is actually very useful.

Not only can it lock in health, but it also has a burst of power; it's really strong.

Then, the task guidance feature was also unlocked.

He had to admit that sometimes the system really did know better than him how to be thoroughly disciplined by his senior sister.

So he's really looking forward to the rewards for the next upgrade...

......

Looking out the window again, the sky was already showing a hazy, bright white.

He glanced back at Ning Qian, who was fast asleep on the bed. Even in her sleep, she seemed to be subconsciously seeking a sense of security, curling up slightly toward him.

Fang Xuan reached out, preparing to smooth her slightly furrowed brow.

However, as soon as she reached out her hand, Ning Qian unconsciously rubbed her face against his hand, and her brows naturally relaxed.

Fang Xuan smiled, withdrew his hand, and quietly got up.

She gently pushed open the door and went out...

.......

The morning air carries the fresh scent of bamboo leaves, and inhaling it refreshes the mind and body.

My daily routine begins with practicing swordsmanship for a while.

He walked to the open space in front of the bamboo forest, holding the black sword Yun Chang in his hand. He did not swing it immediately, but closed his eyes and calmed his mind.

With a slight thought, two completely different sword intents began to condense within his body.

These two sword intents initially operated independently, without interfering with each other.

But Fang Xuan suddenly had a feeling today and tried to guide them to slowly approach.

There was no rejection or conflict as I had imagined, nor was there any earth-shattering explosion.

The two sword intents naturally intertwined, and a brand new sword intent condensed in the air, faintly resonating with the black sword.

Fang Xuan opened his eyes, a flash of cold light in them.

He made a half-hearted grasp on the sword intent.

"Buzz—"

A gentle breeze suddenly swept by, centered on him.

In an instant, the entire bamboo forest trembled.

The morning dew that had gathered at the tips of the leaves fell in a soft patter, like a light rain.

After that gentle breeze swept by, the bamboo forest appeared even more lush and vibrant, as if it had been cleansed by pure spiritual energy.

Fang Xuan slowly opened his palm, and the fused sword intent quietly dissipated.

"It didn't explode, and the fusion... is actually pretty good?" he muttered to himself.

Generally speaking, shouldn't this cause an explosion? And then he throws people at them.

However, it seems that, in addition to his diligent practice on the path of training, he has also found some new insights into his serious swordsmanship.

Could it be... that he really is a genius?

Hahaha.

He was a genius at seventeen... no, he seems to be eighteen now.

An eighteen-year-old Nascent Soul stage genius cultivator, and a lovely senior sister who is only half a month away from becoming a Divine Transformation cultivator.

.......

Fang Xuan sheathed his sword, a slight smile playing on his lips.

It's a pity he's not the Dragon King, otherwise his smirk would be practically reaching for the heavens...