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

.......

Chen Fan's smile remained unchanged as he chuckled, "No, that's not true, Fairy. My small Tianlan Kingdom is a remote and impoverished place. How could I possibly have the fortune to possess such a divine object? It's just that I've been diligently practicing my ancestral health-preserving martial arts lately, and it's all just a fluke..."

"luck?"

The black-robed monk on the right, with a stern face, chuckled and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

"Practicing Qi is just about circulating Qi? Do you think we're three-year-olds? It seems you won't tell the truth unless you get serious."

He casually raised his chin: "We'll break both your legs first. So what if you're an emperor? In the eyes of us cultivators, you're nothing but an ant."

A cold glint flashed in Chen Fan's eyes, and his suppressed arm suddenly broke free, unleashing all the meager Qi Refining stage spiritual power within him.

With fingers pointing like a sword, he thrust straight at the throat of the cultivator on the left.

"An ant trying to shake a tree!"

The cultivator was somewhat surprised that this ant dared to resist, but he was immediately filled with disdain.

He didn't even bother to use magic; he simply placed a layer of spiritual energy around his body.

"Snap!"

Chen Fan's fingers struck the protective spiritual energy, like an egg hitting a stone, causing his two fingers to bend at an odd angle.

The excruciating pain instantly covered his forehead in cold sweat, and he let out a muffled groan.

But his attack was not entirely ineffective.

Just as the cultivator on the left was drawn to the finger, Chen Fan's other hand, which had been held down, somehow managed to break free from its restraints.

He clenched his fist, channeling all the meager spiritual power in his body into his fist, and taking advantage of the opponent's underestimation of him, he delivered a powerful punch to the right cultivator's ribs.

"Bang!"

Caught off guard, the cultivator took a solid blow to the ribs. His protective spiritual energy fluctuated violently. Although it did not break through, it still made his blood and qi surge and he took half a step back.

Anger immediately flashed across his face.

What angered and humiliated him even more was that the force of the punch grazed his sleeve and even left a thin bloodstain on the back of his hand.

A drop of blood is slowly seeping out.

This is an utter disgrace to a Void Core cultivator who is high and mighty!

He was actually injured by an ant in the Qi Refining stage!

"court death!"

The injured cultivator flew into a rage, unleashing his full spiritual pressure at the Void Core stage.

Like an invisible mountain, it pressed heavily on the mortal body!

"Thump!"

Chen Fan could no longer hold on and was slammed to the ground by the terrifying spiritual pressure, his face pressed against the earth.

The palace maids and eunuchs who were originally standing on both sides of the main hall, as well as a few officials who hadn't had time to slip away, were terrified when the conflict first broke out.

Now, under this spiritual pressure, they scrambled to their feet and fled completely, leaving only the prime minister's eldest daughter sitting there, trying to remain calm, though her face was somewhat pale.

Another cultivator stepped forward, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and raised his hand to kill Chen Fan, who was paralyzed on the ground and unable to move.

"Junior brother, wait a moment." The triangular-eyed cultivator pulled him back, his expression also unpleasant, but he still maintained a degree of composure.

He glanced at Chen Fan on the ground, then looked at the empty hall, and lowered his voice, saying, "Remember the task we were given: he is the Emperor of Tianlan. Killing him is easy, but the aftermath will be troublesome."

"Our main goal is to find out what's behind him, or something else, and force him to reveal it. We'll take it and leave; why create unnecessary trouble?"

He kicked Chen Fan on the ground again and sneered, "Besides, he has the cultivation of Qi Refining, so there may be other cultivators behind him. Let's finish this quickly, take what we need, and run away as soon as possible."

Upon hearing this, the mean-spirited cultivator took a deep breath and suppressed his killing intent, but the ferocity in his eyes remained undiminished.

He crouched down and roughly pinched Chen Fan's chin with his bloodstained hand.

It forced that blood-stained and dust-covered face to lift up.

"Tell me, where did you get your martial arts technique? Hand it over, and I'll spare your life."

Chen Fan's aura was weak, but a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, his voice hoarse: "There...there's your mother's technique..."

"Stubborn fool!" The harsh cultivator tightened his grip, and Chen Fan's chin made a sound as it was about to be crushed.

He suddenly stopped moving, and the triangular-eyed cultivator also looked up sharply, warily glancing towards the entrance of the main hall.

There was someone there at some point.

A young man dressed in ordinary blue cloth, holding a dark, dull longsword in his arms.

He just stood there casually, as if he had been standing there for a long time, or as if he had just appeared out of thin air.

He looked too ordinary, with no trace of spiritual energy emanating from him, like an ordinary swordsman who had wandered into this place by mistake.

Chen Fan struggled to turn his eyes and saw that figure.

His lips moved, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"Brother Xuan... I'm so sorry, I embarrassed you..."

He knew he was pathetic and useless, like a dead dog being pinned to the ground.

But what he feared even more was that Fang Xuan would think he had caused trouble and was a burden.

Fang Xuan then slowly raised his eyes.

His gaze first swept over the disheveled Chen Fan on the ground, lingering for a moment on the broken fingers and blood-stained face, his eyes showing no emotion.

Then, the light fell on the two black-robed cultivators.

He spoke softly, "Soul..."

The sarcastic cultivator was taken aback at first, then seemed to have heard some huge joke, and his tense body inexplicably relaxed.

He scoffed, "Hahaha! Now you know to call me a bastard? Isn't it a little too late?"

"Another reckless savior?" He released Chen Fan, stood up, and patted non-existent dust off his hands.

His posture shifted back to one of superiority, and he looked down at Fang Xuan, who was standing at the door with his sword, his eyes filled with disdain.

"That emperor was still begging me to spare him at the very end, with that ridiculous attitude. And you? How are you going to beg for mercy?"

The triangular-eyed monk frowned even more deeply.

He felt something was off.

This person appeared too abruptly, too quietly.

Moreover, Chen Fan's address of "Brother Xuan" and the tone of his voice, which was filled with shame and dependence... this person is definitely not simple!

He secretly raised his spiritual power to its peak and used all his divine sense to scan Fang Xuan, trying to find out what was going on.

However, the feedback from my divine sense was still blank, as if a clay ox had entered the sea.

There are only two possibilities: either the other party is truly an ordinary person with no cultivation, or... the other party's cultivation is far superior to his.

Thinking of Chen Fan's sudden acquisition of Qi Refining cultivation, the triangular-eyed cultivator's heart alarmed, and he subconsciously took half a step back, whispering, "Junior brother, be careful!"

However, the sarcastic cultivator was already being looked down upon, and his anger from being injured earlier had clouded his judgment. In addition, his divine sense probe had yielded no results, so he was more inclined to believe that the other party was a mortal.

Seeing Fang Xuan simply holding his sword, standing there without saying a word, his calm expression making people uncomfortable, only fueled their anger.

"Playing tricks!" the sarcastic monk sneered, deciding not to waste any more time.

Fang Xuan then turned around.

Damn it, what a bastard.

He smiled calmly and continued what he hadn't finished saying: "A soul-stirring dream... A world in turmoil..."