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

in the room.

Fang Xuan lay on the bed, supposedly sleeping, but it was more like he was meditating and regulating his breathing.

Ning Qian lay on her side, her head resting on Fang Xuan's arm, her fingers unconsciously drawing circles on his chest.

She was relatively well-behaved at first, but after about half an hour, she couldn't stand the overly serious silence anymore.

She secretly opened one eye and looked at Fang Xuan's closed eyelids and steady breathing to confirm that he was indeed concentrating on inhaling qi.

The slight disappointment and grievance in my heart were like bubbles rising from a shaken soda bottle.

She first gently rubbed her forehead against his chin, but there was no reaction.

She shifted her body slightly, pressing even closer, but still received no response.

Finally, she simply raised her eyes and looked at Fang Xuan's profile, which was so close to hers.

Her cold eyes were filled with resentment.

It's like an accusation: Junior brother, you've changed. You weren't like this before. In a place like this, you only care about cultivating...

Fang Xuan actually noticed when she started moving around, but he didn't open his eyes.

He only opened his eyes reluctantly when he felt his senior sister's gaze was burning two holes in his face.

Sure enough, I met a pair of eyes filled with a hint of grievance.

It's very moist and has a strong killing effect.

Fang Xuan could only feign a blank expression: "Senior Sister? What's wrong? Can't sleep?"

When Ning Qian saw that he had finally paid attention to her, the little bit of smugness that had just appeared in her heart was immediately suppressed by the frustration of "he actually asked what's wrong".

She buried her face in the crook of his neck, her voice muffled: "Nothing."

Then, as if to prove that she "didn't do anything wrong," she rubbed herself against him even harder, almost squeezing him into the bed.

He wrapped his arms around her even tighter, giving off an attitude of "I'm going to do it this way, so what?"

Fang Xuan could only smile helplessly.

Is this really his aloof senior sister...?

He tightened his arms around her struggling body and rubbed his chin against the top of her head: "Alright, alright, don't be angry, senior sister. It was my fault. I shouldn't have only thought of myself and neglected you."

"Don't be angry, Senior Sister." Ning Qian buried her face even deeper, her voice coming through her clothes, stiff and unnatural.

"It's your own business if you don't focus on your spiritual practice, and it's also your own business if you don't strive for progress. What does it have to do with me?"

Fang Xuan suppressed a laugh and slightly loosened his arm: "Then, Senior Sister, please look up."

"Hmm?" Ning Qian was confused, but she still lifted her small face from his arms as instructed, her eyes still filled with lingering moisture and doubt.

Fang Xuan didn't give her time to react before lowering his head and kissing her.

"Hmm~"

Ning Qian quickly went limp, her arms obediently wrapping around his neck, responding awkwardly...

......

After a long while, Fang Xuan stepped back slightly, looking at her misty eyes: "Senior Sister, does this count as focusing on cultivation?"

Ning Qian's breathing was unsteady, her face flushed, and she looked away from him, muttering softly, "Barely... barely."

But the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly, and her eyebrows and eyes relaxed again.

She snuggled back into his arms, much more obedient this time, though her fingers still restlessly twirled around a strand of his hair.

"Hmm... I can't slack off in my cultivation tonight either."

She gave the order, but her voice was soft and weak.

"Okay, okay..." Fang Xuan replied.

Sigh, another tiring night...

......

The next morning.

The two quietly left the inn.

Ning Qian concealed her figure and sped through the air.

Fang Xuan followed closely behind, sword in hand.

Finally, the two stopped in front of the gate of a rather large and spacious academy.

The plaque above the gate bears four simple and elegant characters: "Xuanshan Academy".

Fang Xuan, holding his sword, looked up at the imposing gate and the pavilions and towers vaguely visible inside: "Senior Sister, aren't we going to fight that Heavenly Mystery Pavilion?"

He thought they would just kick the door down today.

"Hmm." Ning Qian nodded, her gaze sweeping across the depths of the academy.

"But that Pavilion Master Dao Yi is extremely cautious and values ​​his life, especially after testing him last night, which alerted the enemy."

"He won't even come out when we knock on his door?" Fang Xuan was a little surprised. This was supposed to be a wandering immortal, yet he had such a lack of prestige.

"Hmm." Ning Qian's tone was flat, as if she were talking about something very ordinary.

"He is good at deducing the secrets of heaven and even better at protecting himself. He would rather be a coward than be completely confident. Otherwise, he would not have stayed in the lower realm for so many years, relying on hunting down newly powerful people to maintain his cultivation."

"So cowardly..." Fang Xuan said.

"That's really dog-like." Ning Qian rarely agreed with his complaint, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

"So, what's this way?" Fang Xuan looked into the academy.

"Their dean, Liu Yuan," Ning Qian explained, "is Dao Yi's enemy, the kind who's mortal enemies. Having him help us search is much more efficient than us searching aimlessly ourselves."

"Wow," Fang Xuan said, showing an expression of admiration.

"Senior sister is amazing, she even knows that."

Ning Qian slightly raised her chin, a hint of smugness flashing across her cool face, her voice still calm: "Yes, there are many more things that Senior Sister is good at."

Fang Xuan simply watched quietly.

The senior sister, with a slightly smug look on her face, was also very cute.

"Let's go." Ning Qian composed herself and walked towards the academy gate first.

The guards at the entrance seemed to ignore her, allowing the two of them to walk straight in.

The academy's interior was quiet and secluded, with many young students dressed in uniform either practicing internal energy cultivation or exchanging simple techniques.

Ning Qian seemed to be somewhat familiar with this place, and led Fang Xuan through a maze of turns, directly to a secluded and elegant courtyard deep within the academy.

The courtyard gate was ajar.

Ning Qian pushed the door open and entered.

In the courtyard, there was an elderly man dressed in a gray scholar's robe, who looked quite refined.

He was sitting at the stone table, leisurely enjoying his morning tea.

Hearing the door open, he looked up with some displeasure: "Who dares to trespass... uh?"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw who it was, especially when he sensed the faint, palpitating aura emanating from Ning Qian.

The teacup in my hand jerked violently, and some of the scalding tea spilled out.

And behind her was a boy holding a black sword, his eyes indifferent.

This aura... so young... he's actually a Nascent Soul cultivator!

Even with ordinary cultivation, it might take several decades to reach the Nascent Soul stage, which would require at least one or two hundred years of age!

Liu Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and his nonchalant attitude vanished instantly.

He couldn't fathom the true nature of these two people at all!

Moreover, the young man, despite his young age, had already reached the Nascent Soul stage, yet his eyes remained frighteningly calm.

If the other party hadn't seemed to have no intention of making a move immediately, Liu Yuan felt he might have already fled.

He forced himself to remain calm, put down his teacup, stood up again, and forced a slightly stiff smile: "Fellow Daoists... what brings you to my humble abode?"

Fang Xuan didn't say anything, he just held his sword and leaned lazily against the courtyard gate.

He was the senior's secretary, responsible for fighting and supporting her, but not for negotiating.