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

In the afternoon, the bamboo grove courtyard was bathed in warm sunshine.

The preparation for body sculpting is very simple.

Or rather, many complicated steps can be omitted when it comes to Ning Qian.

Fang Xuan did as instructed, took off his shirt, and sat on the stone bench in the center of the courtyard, exposing his upper body.

Ning Qian stood in front of him, holding the radiant Xuanling Stone in her hands.

Her expression was focused, her cool eyes fixed on the spirit stone.

Gently probe in with spiritual energy.

The surface of the Xuanling Stone was dull and inward, gradually disintegrating from the inside, and finally turning into a ball of spiritual light, quietly floating in her palm.

The subtle application of spatial laws made the refining process silent, yet the results were surprisingly good.

"Calm your mind and focus your spirit, guide the spiritual energy into your body, and wait for me to inscribe the array patterns."

Ning Qian's voice was steady.

Fang Xuan closed his eyes and relaxed his body and mind.

He could feel the gentle spiritual energy slowly approaching his back.

Then, I felt a little itchy.

It wasn't as painful as he had expected; it was actually quite comfortable.

He didn't actually activate his sensory transformation; he just felt quite comfortable.

He could see through his inner vision that the ball of spiritual light, under Ning Qian's precise control, was transforming into intricate and profound blood-red patterns.

It is deeply imprinted in his flesh, veins, and even bones.

The interwoven patterns subtly form a massive spirit-gathering array.

.......

The entire body sculpting process is faster than you can imagine.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the ball of spiritual light in Ning Qian's palm completely disappeared, merging entirely into Fang Xuan's body.

Fang Xuan opened his eyes and moved his shoulders slightly.

Apart from a slight coolness remaining on my back, I felt no other discomfort.

His cultivation seemed to have become a little more solid, and the speed of his spiritual energy circulation seemed to have increased slightly.

He tried to actively absorb the spiritual energy of the surrounding world.

"call--"

In an instant, the spiritual energy in the courtyard surged towards him from the center.

Its speed was so fast that it created a whirlwind of spiritual energy around his body.

Ning Qian, standing behind him, watched this scene quietly.

She knew that the Spirit Gathering Body was incredibly effective, but the strength of its initial effect still exceeded her expectations.

Her junior brother's body was even better than she had imagined, and his affinity for spiritual energy was also very high.

It can be said that its compatibility with the Xuanling Stone is almost perfect.

More importantly, the junior brother's yang energy became increasingly apparent under the overflowing spiritual power.

She unconsciously swallowed, and her throat felt a little dry.

"Hmm? Why are you blushing, Senior Sister?"

Fang Xuan happened to turn around at that moment and saw her slightly flushed face and somewhat unfocused eyes, so he asked her in confusion.

"Huh?" Ning Qian was stunned for a moment, her little head was blank, and she subconsciously raised her hand to touch her burning face, her eyes looking away.

"Oh my god... it's so hot. Yes, the sun is really strong."

Fang Xuan looked up at the sun, its light filtered through the bamboo leaves, leaving only dappled shadows, and then at Ning Qian, who was wearing a long dress and standing in the shade of the tree.

Um......

"It is a bit hot," he replied obediently, smiling as he picked up the clothes beside him and put them on.

After putting on the clothes, there was not much change in appearance, except that there was a strange spiritual pattern that was faintly visible on the back.

Well, in Fang Xuan's own words, he was quite pretentious.

Add to that the white bandage wrapped around his entire right hand, and the casually tied-up, yet always loose, strands of black hair...

Fang Xuan used his spiritual power to examine it and felt that it had the right feel to it.

It's that kind of "I have a lot of stories to tell, I'm very strong but I don't talk about them" vibe.

He then carefully sensed the changes within his body.

The speed and total amount of spiritual energy circulation have both increased by at least 30%.

It seems that only a thin layer of paper remains between us and that barrier of divine transformation.

Originally estimated to take another half month... Cute senior sister—a senior sister who can be used as...

Now it seems...maybe I can try to make a move tonight? Fang Xuan thought to himself.

The effect of this spirit-gathering body is indeed powerful.

His senior sister really arranged everything for him.

From the initial Black Sword Yun Chang, to the chosen cultivation method, and then to the bone transformation.

He also has his right hand, which allows him to directly borrow his senior sister's spatial sword intent.

Now it's this Spirit Gathering Body again...

He rested his chin on his hand, his gaze falling on Ning Qian, who was gathering up the remaining spiritual energy.

She lowered her head slightly, her profile was exquisite, and sunlight danced through the bamboo leaves in her hair.

"Senior sister is so beautiful," Fang Xuan blurted out.

Ning Qianzheng's fingers, which were focused on calming the spatial fluctuations, trembled slightly, and her heart skipped a beat as if it had been gently tickled by a feather.

She forced herself to remain calm and didn't turn around, but her ears honestly turned red.

It's not her fault... It's all the junior brother's fault, he actually dared to seduce her so openly.

She gathered up the last traces of spiritual energy and turned to walk towards Fang Xuan.

Fang Xuan was still sitting on the bamboo chair, watching Ning Qian walk over.

"Senior sister?"

Ning Qian had already walked up to him, leaned down slightly, and placed her hands on the armrests of the bamboo chair, encircling him in a small space.

Her usually cool eyes were now shimmering with tears, and there was also a hint of... "fierceness".

"Wait a minute, Senior Sister..." Fang Xuan was taken aback by her sudden attack and subconsciously wanted to remind her, "It's broad daylight... and outside."

"I don't care."

Ning Qian interrupted him directly, saying, "A lecherous senior sister should be prepared to be a lecherous senior sister. What happened during the day?"

She snuggled into Fang Xuan's arms, wrapped her arms around his neck, and tilted her head up to kiss him, her intention to kiss him couldn't be clearer.

Fang Xuan was pushed back by her, and the bamboo chair made a slight creaking sound.

His arms naturally wrapped around her slender waist, and he lowered his head to meet her rosy lips.

"Um......"

The moment their lips met, Ning Qian couldn't help but let out a soft gasp, her body going completely limp, like a pool of melting spring water.

She could only helplessly collapse into his arms, letting him deepen the kiss.

Fang Xuan held her waist firmly with one hand, while gently grasping her slender neck with the other.

His fingers slowly moved upwards, stroking her kissed, moist lips, feeling the hot, moist breath she exhaled with rapid breathing.

Ning Qian's eyes were already veiled with a captivating mist, her consciousness hazy.

Seeing her confused and infatuated state, Fang Xuan lowered his head and kissed her again.

This time it was deeper, more unrestrained, prying open her pearly teeth and entwining with her soft, tender little tongue...

"Mmm~ no..." Ning Qian was breathless from the kiss, and with great difficulty she turned her head away, letting out a soft protest.

Her eyes were red at the corners, and a few tears had already welled up.

"Shall I be gentler?" Fang Xuan asked with a smile, his lips lingering on her blushing earlobe...

"No...don't be so gentle..." Ning Qian buried her burning face in the crook of his neck, her voice barely audible.

"it is good."

Fang Xuan responded, and at the same time shook his head slightly.

It feels so good... I can't help it.

He already said it himself; it was clearly his senior sister who was seducing him.

.......

Her clothes slipped down...

The chair began to rock gently.

Fang Xuanhuan tightened his grip on her waist slightly, adjusting her position to make her fit closer to him.

His other hand slowly moved down, caressing her flat, soft belly: "Senior sister... what's that protruding here?"

"what?"

Ning Qian's little head was completely fuzzy and she couldn't keep up with his pace at all. She didn't know what strange things he was saying and could only helplessly utter single syllables.

Fang Xuan stopped teasing her and felt the slight tightness and heat under her skin with his fingers.

A new round of conquest has begun.

The rustling of the bamboo grove masked some of the subtle, blush-inducing sounds.

The sunlight shifted, elongating the overlapping shadows and casting them onto the bluestone slab.

One firm, one gentle, and then it begins...

...the rhythm of war...

...Fatal Rhythm...

Meanwhile, the senior sister, who said no but whose body language betrayed her, had already completely given in and could only cling to him tightly...