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

The private room fell silent again, with only the two of them still breathing heavily.

Ning Qian clung limply to Fang Xuan, her forehead pressed against his sweaty chest.

"My legs... my legs are weak."

"It's alright, your junior brother will help you."

Only after Ning Qian's breathing gradually calmed down and her trembling stopped did she belatedly realize what was happening.

"Is it not... over yet?"

"Almost there, senior sister... just hang in there a little longer."

Upon hearing this, Ning Qian's body began to tremble slightly again: "How about... how about we call it a day? I... I really..."

"No," Fang Xuan leaned close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe.

"Senior Sister is in such good spirits today, she didn't even faint, shouldn't we double the effort as we agreed before? Otherwise, wouldn't it seem like I'm breaking my promise and afraid of Senior Sister?"

........

By the time everything had truly calmed down, the sky outside the window had faded from a bright afternoon to dusk.

Fang Xuan carefully picked up Ning Qian, who was completely exhausted and half-conscious, and carried her horizontally...

Is this really dual cultivation...?

Isn't this a bit...too intense? Who practices dual cultivation every day...to the point of fainting?

He actually wanted to be gentler, but his senior sister kept telling him to be gentler, which was too much to bear.

No—, and they even said he was naked—and dared not—

He had no choice but to... cough cough...

.......

the next day.

Sunlight streamed through the window.

When Ning Qian woke up, she felt as if her body had been disassembled, and she felt so sore and weak that she didn't feel like she was her own body.

She knew that this was the result of her junior brother's doubled cultivation last night... cough, it was the result of his extra effort in cultivation.

The pure yang energy and the portion of spiritual power he transferred were excellent tonics for her body, which was primarily yin in nature.

She got up lazily, skipping even washing up, casually draped a loose nightgown over herself, and walked barefoot into the courtyard.

Her long hair was loose and draped down her back, making her small face appear even paler.

The bluish-black tinge is becoming more and more obvious, giving her a fragile beauty.

She sat down at the stone table and poured herself some tea.

The warm sunshine made her squint comfortably.

My junior brother is just too... diligent.

Last night, he seemed tireless, working until she had absorbed almost all the excess yang energy and spiritual power before stopping.

The effect was remarkable; she felt that she was on the verge of becoming a deity.

It's just tough on my junior brother...

She rubbed her still sore waist, touched the dark circles under her eyes, and yawned slightly in the warm sunlight.

Considering how hard he's trying, we'll let bygones be bygones for what he did yesterday at that restaurant... a place like that.

.......

On the other side, Fang Xuan finished practicing a set of sword techniques in the bamboo forest clearing and felt refreshed and in excellent condition.

Although he had a lot of exercise last night, he mostly expended his energy, transferring his excess spiritual and yang energy to his senior sister to harmonize it.

I felt a sense of refreshment and comfort after emptying my chest, and my foundation seemed to be more solid.

Indeed, dual cultivation is the true path.

Fang Xuan thought to himself with a smug satisfaction.

An inconspicuous jade pendant inside the ring suddenly began to glow faintly.

Fang Xuan took out the jade pendant and probed it with his divine sense.

Was it a message from that brat Chen Fan, an urgent distress call? Two black-robed Void Core cultivators?

As the only power they have taken over, it would be best to save Tianlan Kingdom.

The problem is... my senior sister has already gone back to her room to meditate, and it seems she is consolidating her realm.

She seemed to have said before that if there was nothing important to do today, we should not disturb her.

The distance from here to Tianlan Kingdom in southern Xinjiang is not short.

Even if he rushed there at full speed, it would take him at least half a day to go there and back, plus the time to handle things.

There's been no sign of him for ages... My senior sister is probably going to cry.

And they'll definitely get angry.

Fang Xuan stroked his chin, his gaze falling on his right hand, which was wrapped in white bandages.

He hasn't tried traversing long distances through space yet.

She carefully unwrapped the bandages, revealing her slender, fair hands.

Then, several spatial sword intents condensed wildly from his hand.

He flipped his wrist, and his fingertips lightly swept across the air in front of him—

A spatial rift appeared in response.

It actually worked!

Although it felt that the stability of this crack was far inferior to that of the one that my senior sister could create so easily, it also consumed a lot more energy.

But... going to Tianlan Kingdom shouldn't be a problem.

The senior sister is currently in deep meditation to consolidate her understanding; she might not even have noticed that he slipped away.

He quickly made another estimate.

He could tear through space, kill the two Nascent Soul cultivators, and then immediately return; it should only take an hour or so...

He's been gone so long, his senior sister definitely won't notice...

......

Here.

The Imperial Palace of Tianlan Kingdom.

above the hall.

Chen Fan was wearing his bright dragon robe, but now he had no imperial majesty whatsoever.

He was pinned down on the main seat of the banquet, which was laden with delicacies, by two black-robed, cold-blooded cultivators, one on each side, and was unable to move.

He could only force a smile, his face was bruised and swollen, and his forehead was cut and bleeding, making him look quite disheveled.

"My lords, please don't be angry, let's have a drink first..."

Chen Fan tried to reach for the wine pot, but his arm was held firmly down, so he could only force a laugh and try to smooth things over.

"Hmph, you're smart to know what's good for you." The black-robed cultivator with triangular eyes on the left snorted coldly, loosening his grip slightly, but his eyes remained wary.

They were ordered to come to Tianlan Kingdom to retrieve a spiritual treasure, but they didn't expect that this young emperor was actually quite strange.

He was clearly a mortal with no spiritual roots, as previously investigated, but now he has the cultivation level of the Qi Refining stage.

Although faint, it is an indisputable fact.

But their cultivation level... is too weak, so weak that they could crush them with a single finger.

"Quickly fill the two gentlemen's cups."

Taking advantage of a moment of respite, Chen Fan quickly grabbed the wine pot and poured wine for the two of them.

The veins on his hands bulged, but he pressed them down again.

To endure.

Not far below the banquet table sat a beautiful young woman dressed in a magnificent palace gown.

She sipped her tea slowly and deliberately; she was none other than the prime minister's legitimate daughter who had broken off her engagement with a mortal.

She glanced at Chen Fan, who was bowing and scraping at the head of the table, a glint of triumphant satisfaction flashing in her eyes. She put down her teacup and spoke:

"Your Excellencies are wise in their judgment. He was originally a useless person who could not cultivate, a fact known to all the officials in the court. Now he has suddenly gained Qi cultivation, however weak it may be, which is absolutely abnormal."

"He must have obtained some unknown, unparalleled martial arts technique or treasure and hidden it away; otherwise, with his talent, there's absolutely no way he could have done it!"

Chen Fan simply watched coldly.

He slaughtered the entire Prime Minister's family, leaving not even a chicken alive, but unexpectedly, some escaped.