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

In this small town of Xunyuan, time always seems to pass especially quickly.

Like fine sand slipping through your fingers.

It can't be grasped, nor can it be kept.

That morning.

Beside the stone table, Ning Qian held a cup of tea and sipped it slowly.

Sunlight filtered through the bamboo leaves, illuminating her plain white dress.

She looked at Fang Xuan, who was meditating with his eyes closed, his early Nascent Soul stage cultivation completely stable.

His aura was restrained, yet it subtly revealed a chilling sharpness.

It's time to go.

"Let's set off today," she said softly, setting down her teacup.

"Go to the main city of Zhongzhou."

Fang Xuan opened his eyes, showing no surprise.

He simply propped his head up and looked at her, saying, "Senior sister, aren't you really going to stay a little longer? It's quite comfortable here."

Ning Qian's fingertips curled slightly.

She wanted to stay longer, but she couldn't.

She didn't know how to explain to her junior brother in detail how many dangers lay ahead.

She couldn't very well say directly, "Junior brother, I've been reborn many times, and every time this happens, a bunch of guys who want to kill us or take you away appear. One of them is particularly troublesome, called the Master of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion. We have to hurry up and kill him, or we won't be able to sleep peacefully in the future."

If she said this, wouldn't her junior brother think she had gone mad from her cultivation?

Or... press her for more details about her past that she's unwilling to discuss.

"No." In the end, she simply shook her head gently, looked away, and gazed at the apricot tree in the corner.

"Some things are better done sooner rather than later."

The main city of Zhongzhou is a gathering place for cultivators from all over the world, a place where all sorts of people mingle, and where opportunities and dangers coexist.

It is indeed a place for killing and robbing... cough cough, but it is also an excellent place to obtain opportunities and accelerate cultivation.

.......

Having left Xunyuan Town for only a day, as the sun once again painted the sky red, the two were already standing beneath the towering, seemingly sky-reaching city gate of the Central State's main city at sunset.

The city wall, hundreds of feet high, was built of unknown black boulders, its surface engraved with intricate array patterns, exuding an ancient and majestic aura.

The city gates were wide open, and cultivators came and went in droves, their auras varying in strength and their clothing in all sorts of strange and unusual ways.

The clamor and noise were overwhelming, a stark contrast to the tranquility of Xunyuan Town.

Ning Qian seemed to take this for granted, her expression indifferent.

Fang Xuan took a few glances with great interest, thinking to himself that this scale was much more magnificent than the main cities of the fantasy online games he had seen in his previous life.

The two did not linger and followed the crowd into the city.

The city has wide streets and numerous buildings.

.......

It's getting late.

They then randomly chose a clean and tidy-looking mid-range inn in a relatively quiet neighborhood.

"A superior room." Fang Xuan walked to the counter and put down a few spirit stones.

The innkeeper was a middle-aged cultivator in the Foundation Establishment stage. He glanced up at the two of them, then quickly looked down, a smile plastered on his face: "Alright, please come upstairs, sir. Room number three, Class A, it's quiet."

The room wasn't very big, but it was elegantly decorated, and the window faced the street.

Ning Qian walked to the window, pushed it open halfway, and calmly swept her gaze across the slightly deserted street below and the towering towers that were faintly visible in the distance.

Tianji Pavilion.

Her brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Things happened...faster than she expected.

They had only been in the city for half an hour, and had just settled on a place to stay. The other side's efficiency was unusually high.

That's true... During this period, I was working on shaping my junior brother's body and consolidating his realm, and there were also some previous fights.

She did indeed use the power of spatial laws much more frequently and intensely than usual.

Even with the most careful concealment, it is still vulnerable to detection by those at the same level or with specialized monitoring methods.

It can also be as eye-catching as a firefly in the dark.

It seems that their trip to the main city of Zhongzhou may have already caught the attention of certain beings the moment they stepped through the city gates.

In their view, what they and their junior brother did wasn't infiltration, but rather more like delivering goods to someone's door.

That's fine, it saves her the trouble of searching again.

"Junior brother."

She called softly, her voice devoid of any emotion.

Almost simultaneously, Fang Xuan's fingers, which had been resting on the table and playing with his teacup, paused slightly.

"Understood, Senior Sister."

The moment the words fell—

An invisible yet extremely sharp sword intent, like a waterfall cascading down, completely enveloped the two seemingly ordinary wooden buildings opposite.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no dazzling brilliance.

Those two wooden buildings, along with the several Nascent Soul cultivators hidden inside, were instantly and gently wiped away from this world.

Immediately afterwards, five or six more figures suddenly rushed out from the shadows of the street, all with auras at the late Nascent Soul stage or even the Great Perfection stage, clearly the second wave of lurking forces.

They witnessed their companions annihilate in an instant, their eyes filled with horror, but also with madness.

Various magical artifacts shone with spiritual light and rushed towards the inn window with a murderous aura, then all charged towards Fang Xuan.

Fang Xuan simply raised his left hand casually.

He grabbed the necks of the several Nascent Soul cultivators who rushed at him and crushed their throats.

Why not use your right hand? Of course, your senior sister's hand should be taken good care of.

Doing this kind of thing is too dirty, it's better if he does it.

......

Fang Xuan casually tossed the still-warm corpse aside.

From the moment the first sword intent was unleashed to the moment the two waves of attacks were dealt with, it took no more than half a quarter of an hour.

The room was still spotless; not a single drop of water had spilled from the teacup.

"How...how is this possible...it's...it's transformation..."

Among the pile of corpses in the room, there was a Nascent Soul Grand Perfection cultivator, the one with the highest cultivation level who was still barely clinging to life, with unfocused pupils.

He used his last bit of strength to try to convey a message, but could only utter a few indistinct words.

Finally, his eyes suddenly turned crazed and resolute, and the remaining spiritual energy began to surge recklessly back towards his dantian.

He's going to self-destruct! Even if he can't kill his target, he wants to create chaos and send out a final warning!

But his madness hadn't even fully unfolded yet.

Fang Xuan, inside the room, didn't even bother to turn around.

He simply glanced quietly at the source of the spiritual energy that was about to explode.

The restless spiritual energy froze instantly.

The cultivator's eyes widened as he was instantly annihilated by the sword intent.

Silence returned once more...

"Knock, knock, knock." A timely knock sounded at the door, followed by the innkeeper's hesitant voice: "Sir? There... there was a bit of noise outside just now, is everything alright?"

Fang Xuan casually replied, "It's nothing. I was just practicing and made a bit too much noise."

The waiter breathed a sigh of relief and nodded repeatedly: "Oh, it's alright, it's alright. Please be careful during your cultivation, sir... Well... then I won't disturb you any longer."

The waiter left, still muttering to himself.

These cultivators practicing their skills are truly frightening; that heart-pounding feeling I just experienced... tsk, but this guest seems to have a rather good temper.

He was at least the gentlest of all the monks he had ever met; he was clearly a first-rate philanthropist.

He turned and walked downstairs, intending to go to the backyard to see if there was anything that needed tidying up.

But as he passed the side of the inn and habitually looked across the street, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He rubbed his eyes, then rubbed them harder.

Huh?

His home.

His small building is so big!

The waiter stood there, mouth agape, speechless for a long time...

.......

Inside the room, Fang Xuan walked to the window and stood side by side with Ning Qian.

Little Blackie crawled out from somewhere and obediently began to deal with the pile of "garbage" in the room.

The dark body spread out, swallowing up even the bloodstains in its wake.

"It's only the first night, and there's already such a commotion."

Looking at the outline of the Tianji Pavilion tower in the distance, Fang Xuan's tone was not tense at all, but rather a little excited.

"It seems tomorrow won't be peaceful."

But that's where things get interesting.

Ning Qian also turned her gaze away from the tower and onto Fang Xuan's smiling profile.

My junior brother seems to be... enjoying this kind of excitement?

That's fine, it's better than being timid and hesitant.

"Mm," she responded softly, her voice still calm. "We'll come directly to your door tomorrow."

Now that the other party has shown its claws, there is no need to continue the negotiation.

We'll go straight to their door, find the wandering immortal hiding in the tower, and put an end to this once and for all...

We'll deal with how to feed our junior brother until he reaches the Tribulation Transcending stage later.

However, it's also possible that it wasn't done by the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, otherwise this would be too much of a coincidence.

But she didn't really care about that; it was going to happen eventually anyway.

......

"Hmm..." Fang Xuan replied calmly.

He liked his senior's decisive and efficient style.

The night was still long, but the inn had returned to tranquility.

Only one young man, who had lost his home, was still bewildered in the wind, questioning the meaning of life.