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

Ning Qian walked straight to the other side of the stone table, sat down by herself, and even picked up the teapot to pour herself a cup.

She sipped it slowly, her movements elegant, but it made Liu Yuan's heart beat even faster.

Setting down her teacup, Ning Qian finally looked up at Liu Yuan, whose palms were sweating with nervousness:

"Liu Yuan entered the Tribulation Transcending stage 146 years ago, but was secretly attacked by Dao Yi, the master of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion, which damaged his Dao foundation. He has been stuck at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage ever since, and has not made any further progress."

Liu Yuan's hand trembled, and he almost overturned the stone table.

How...how did she know about such a secret?!

Could it be that the beings from the upper realm came to capture Dao Yi, and in the process, they traced him back to him? His face turned pale: "Dao... Fellow Daoist, this matter... I..."

Ning Qian ignored his panic and continued in a calm tone:

"One hundred and twenty-nine years ago, you were unwilling to accept defeat and fought Dao Yi again. After being crippled, you managed to escape by using a secret technique."

Cold sweat beaded on Liu Yuan's forehead, his lips trembling as he said, "Fellow Daoist, please listen to me first..."

"Eighty-two years ago, when your injuries had eased a bit, you heard that Dao Yi had taken on a new disciple with exceptional talent, so you ambushed and killed him during his training journey."

Unexpectedly, he was tricked into a trap by his own disciples, and Dao Yi, who was lying in ambush, struck from a distance, crippling him once again...."

"I'll confess, I'll confess everything."

Liu Yuan was on the verge of tears; could you please stop bringing up the matter of being crippled?

"What do you want to know, fellow Daoist? Has that old scoundrel Dao Yi gotten himself into some terrible mess again? I swear I will never forgive him!"

"I'll do anything you ask, as long as you can get rid of him! I was a victim too, after all!"

He thought it was the enforcers from the upper realm coming to settle scores with Dao Yi and, incidentally, investigate his accomplices.

He couldn't wait to immediately pledge his loyalty and draw a clear line between himself and the enemy.

Ning Qian merely glanced at him indifferently, then slowly took a sip of tea before uttering her next sentence.

"Seventy-one years ago, as soon as you recovered from your injuries, you couldn't wait to disguise yourself and sneak into brothels in the mortal world. You lingered there for three months. Due to jealousy, you got into a conflict with a local tycoon, which exposed your cultivation level, attracting Dao Yi's attention. You were then crippled..."

Liu Yuan: "......???"

His expression turned extremely strange. Could you please stop talking?

Why did this kind of trivial matter even get known...?

......

Ning Qian seemed to have laid enough groundwork, and finally put down her teacup, revealing the true purpose of her visit today.

His voice remained cool and calm: "If you had cooperated earlier, there would have been no need for all this trouble."

"I want to find the most likely hiding place right now."

"In exchange," she paused, then added, a sentence that was as beautiful as heaven to Liu Yuan.

"If this mission goes smoothly, he may die."

Liu Yuan sat blankly on the stone bench, his mind still echoing with images of "brothels" and "jealousy and rivalry"...

He only came to his senses after hearing Ning Qian's last words.

"Fellow Daoists, this path is also treacherous and cunning, and it delights in taking advantage of people's misfortunes!"

"Based on my observation and deduction, he will definitely take action soon, and my junior brother will also ascend to heaven at the third level of tribulation."

"That guy will surely pounce like a hyena smelling blood. We can turn the tables on him and kill him by surprise... cough cough, we can definitely surround and kill him, hahahaha!"

He seemed to already see Dao Yi's tragic death, and laughed heartily.

"My junior brother will be ascending to heaven in three days. Why don't you two stay at the academy for the time being? I, Liu, will do my best to be your host and treat you as honored guests. This will also make it easier for us to discuss our strategy for encirclement and killing."

"Fellow Daoist, could you leave this Daoist's corpse to me? I want to have some fun with it."

Ning Qian didn't say anything, but got up and walked straight out of the courtyard.

Fang Xuan naturally followed, and before leaving, he glanced back at Dean Liu, who was still extremely excited.

This person's hatred... is truly fiery and unique.

.......

Only after the two figures disappeared outside the courtyard gate did Liu Yuan plop back down on the stone bench and let out a long sigh of relief.

Silence means agreement!

He stroked his beard, a look of excited anticipation, as if he were about to exact revenge, gradually spreading across his face.

"Hehehe... Dao Yi, you old dog, your death is near! A great man from the upper realm will personally take you away... no, he will personally send you on your way!"

"Once I catch you, I'll definitely let you taste my newly developed Yin-Yang Reversal Powder. First, you'll turn into a woman, then... hehehehehe..."

Rape them first, then kill them, and then rape them again!

Hahahaha.

Laughter echoed in the courtyard, startling several birds that had perched on the wall into flight...

.......

After leaving Xuanshan Academy, I walked back onto the bustling streets.

"Senior sister, what do we do next?"

Fang Xuan, holding his sword, walked half a step to Ning Qian's side and casually asked.

Ning Qian continued walking: "It's getting late."

Fang Xuan looked up at the sun, which was still high in the sky, and then looked at the street, which was at its busiest time.

"...Isn't it early?"

It's not even noon yet, is it, senior sister?

"Hmm." Ning Qian's expression remained unchanged, and she even quickened her pace slightly.

"In matters of cultivation, one must be even more diligent. Yesterday I was a little lax, and today I must make up for it with double the effort."

She spoke with such seriousness, but her slightly flushed ears betrayed her.

Fang Xuan: "..."

"Senior sister's advice is correct. But didn't you promise to accompany me to try the famous local rice wine when we arrive in the main city of Zhongzhou?"

He still remembered that when his senior sister saw the restaurant sign yesterday when they entered the city, her eyes seemed to light up slightly, although she quickly regained her coldness.

Ning Qian paused for a moment, then continued forward as if nothing had happened.

"How can drinking compare to diligent cultivation? Junior brother, you have just entered the Nascent Soul stage, and this is the time for you to make great progress. You must not slack off because of your cravings. I'm doing this all for your own good."

The more she spoke, the more convinced she became of herself. She straightened her back slightly, trying to make her profile look more serious and determined.

The little devil inside him was nodding frantically: Yes, that's it! Take my junior brother back and lock him in his room to cultivate properly! What's the point of drinking?

Fang Xuan suddenly stepped forward and put his arm around Ning Qian's waist.

"Huh?" Before Ning Qian could react, she felt her body lighten and she was lifted up horizontally.

"Since it's getting late..."

Fang Xuan carried her, and with a light step, he leaped onto the roof and sped off toward the restaurant he remembered.

Her voice carried a hint of laughter, "Then let's hurry up and go. After we finish drinking, we can go back to cultivate as soon as possible, without delaying either of us."

Ning Qian was taken aback by his sudden act of packing up, and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Put...put me down."

She's a very strict senior sister, how could she be forcibly held in her junior brother's arms?

"Didn't Senior Sister say it was getting late? Why are you so fast?" Fang Xuan ignored her and sped up even more.

Ning Qian struggled a couple of times, but found it was futile.

Feeling the warmth in her arms, the initial awkwardness and embarrassment quickly transformed into a different kind of feeling.

She buried her flushed face in his shoulder: "You're just making excuses... You're always bullying your senior sister..."

......

The elegant seating area by the window on the second floor of the pub.

Fang Xuan successfully ordered several signature dishes, plus several jars of "Millennium Wine" that were said to have been aged for hundreds of years.

Ning Qian sat opposite him, initially with a tense expression, coldly looking at the street scene outside the window, looking like she was saying, "I'm very angry and can't be coaxed, and I don't want to talk to you."

His entire body screamed "Junior Brother is muddle-headed."

Fang Xuan wasn't in a hurry. He poured himself a cup, took a small sip, and praised, "Indeed, fine wine."

Then he picked up a piece of drunken shrimp with his chopsticks and placed it on the plate in front of Ning Qian. "Senior sister, try this. I heard it's one of their signature dishes."

Ning Qian smelled the aroma of wine so close to her, and her throat involuntarily moved.

But her senior sister's authority was still resisting; she pursed her lips and refused to turn her head.

Fang Xuan chuckled inwardly and picked up his chopsticks again.

He picked up a piece of tender fish sashimi, pretending to put it in his mouth, but his hand slipped and the fish sashimi fell into Ning Qian's plate.

"Oh dear," he sighed regretfully...