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

"Another bloodbath begins...wash away the superficialities."

The bodies of the mean-spirited cultivator and the triangular-eyed cultivator froze simultaneously, and then they were instantly killed on the spot by several sword intents.

The corpses were also swallowed up into the air, and then the aftershocks of the sword intent continued, instantly turning half of the hall into dust.

The main hall was deathly silent.

Dust on the ground was also slightly stunned.

What did he just see?

Brother Xuan...recited a poem? And then those two...disappeared.

Fang Xuan acted as if he had done something insignificant, continuing to hold his sword and stepping into the main hall.

"Are you alright?"

"No, it's nothing...it's nothing, it's nothing."

Chen Fan snapped out of his daze and frantically tried to get up.

He gritted his teeth, leaned against the table leg, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Xuan," he scratched his head, forcing a smile, "I thought... you weren't coming."

When he sent out the distress signal, he didn't really have much hope.

After all, why would someone like Fang Xuan make a special trip for a nobody like him, the emperor of a small country?

He can be emperor, and so can anyone.

He was just trying anything as a last resort.

"It's all about profit." Fang Xuan said succinctly, his gaze sweeping over the man's broken fingers and the scars on his body.

"As for you, you've reached the Qi Refining stage in just half a month, and you even know how to fight back desperately. Not bad."

Upon hearing the word "profit," Chen Fan felt somewhat at ease.

A bond of shared interests is more reliable than a vague and unreliable friendship.

He chuckled, then tugged at his wound and winced in pain: "Ha, ha, just lucky, just lucky. I was driven to the brink, I couldn't really let them break my leg."

He looked again at the spot where the corpse had completely disappeared and couldn't help but ask, "By the way, Brother Xuan, what's your cultivation level?"

To be able to kill two Void Core cultivators so effortlessly in an instant—this was a feat that even the Nascent Soul elders he had seen before could never accomplish!

"Transformation into a Nascent Soul." Fang Xuan didn't hide it.

As expected... Chen Fan's heart skipped a beat, and then a complex mix of emotions welled up inside him.

Awe, longing, and a touch of disappointment.

The Nascent Soul stage... that was a realm he never dared to even dream of.

The gap is too big, so big it's despairing.

He'd probably never even get close to Brother Xuan in his entire life, no matter how hard he tries. Talking about following him is just wishful thinking.

"Haha, Brother Xuan is amazing!" He suppressed his disappointment and put on a smile again.

"I've been having people search for fine wines from all over the country, and I've got quite a collection. Brother Xuan, how about a drink?"

"I thought... I wouldn't see you for a long time."

He knew that he and Fang Xuan were from two different worlds, and that he was already extremely lucky to have received help from the other party even once.

Next time? Who knows if there will be a next time.

"Okay." Fang Xuan nodded with a smile, his gaze lingering for a moment on Chen Fan's bruised and swollen face, which was forcing a smile.

It's as if he saw his past self.

When I was an ordinary person in my past life, that desperate attempt to grasp onto something... that forced resilience...

.......

Fang Xuan casually tossed the black sword aside and sat down on the chair next to him.

Despite the pain, Chen Fan smiled and limped to the side table.

He then carefully took out two small jars of wine from his low-level storage ring.

"Sit down," Fang Xuan said casually.

"Okay, okay." Chen Fan was flattered and sat down carefully, with half of his buttocks touching the chair and his back straight.

......

"The wine is good," Fang Xuan complimented.

Chen Fan immediately beamed with joy: "I'm glad Brother Xuan likes it."

He picked up the bowl, intending to down it in one gulp.

As a result, it aggravated his internal injuries, causing him to cough and turn red in the face, but he was still very happy inside.

Brother Xuan seems... to really not have that kind of aloof attitude.

Chen Fan took small sips of wine to suppress his cough while secretly observing.

He was unlike any other monk he had ever met.

Those cultivators, even those at the Qi Refining stage, always act arrogantly towards ordinary people.

But Brother Xuan is a Nascent Soul cultivator, yet he's willing to drink with someone like him who's only at the Qi Refining stage, on equal footing.

They still acknowledge him as "brother" and have never denied it.

This warmed his heart, yet also left him with a bittersweet feeling...

......

Fang Xuan gazed at the scenery of the palace outside the window and slowly sipped his wine.

No wonder those main characters like to show off in front of others, but it's all just so-so.

The most comfortable thing in the world is, of course, with my senior sister...

Wait a moment.

Did he... forget something?

I'm probably overthinking it. Let's drink, let's drink, how wonderful!

.......

Until evening.

Chen Fan walked to the palace entrance, looked at the spot where Fang Xuan's figure had disappeared, and scratched his head: "Brother Xuan... why did you leave in such a hurry?"

The old eunuch, who had been huddled in the corner, finally dared to approach, trembling, and looked fearfully at the empty space outside the hall. He asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, how did Your Majesty become acquainted with... such a person?"

A Nascent Soul cultivator! That's a legendary being, capable of moving mountains and overturning seas with a mere gesture! Why would he personally intervene for the Emperor?

Chen Fan looked in that direction and smiled, "Hahaha, what a lucky acquaintance."

"Your Majesty, what... should we do with the Prime Minister's daughter?"

"Chop him up and feed him to the dogs..."

.......

Fang Xuan appeared silently in his room, immediately concealing his presence and listening carefully.

He said to go quickly and come back in an hour or two.

Now... judging by the sky, it's almost evening. He's been drinking with Chen Fan for at least an hour.

It's over.

Fang Xuan seemed to already see Ning Qian wake up and find him gone.

That cool, aloof face first changed from confusion to anger, then to grievance, and finally to a dark, menacing expression...

It was very quiet outside, with only the rustling of the wind through the bamboo leaves.

Senior sister... still meditating?

He breathed a sigh of relief, tiptoed to the door, and prepared to go out first, pretending that he had been practicing his sword in the courtyard.

The moment my hand touched the latch—

"Squeak."

The door was pushed open from the outside.

Ning Qian stood at the door, looking at him expressionlessly.

She was still wearing that plain white nightgown, her long hair loose, and she was barefoot.

Those clear, cold eyes were quietly watching Fang Xuan.

Their gaze swept over him, finally settling on his lips, which still reeked of alcohol.

Fang Xuan's body stiffened, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Master, Senior Sister... are you finished meditating?" He chuckled dryly, quickly changing the subject, "The weather today is really... um?"

Ning Qian didn't say anything, but walked past him, went into the room, and closed the door behind her.

"Click." The door locked.

Then, she walked to the center of the room, with her back to Fang Xuan.

"Kneel down."

Fang Xuan: "......."

Can't run away.

"Okay, senior sister." He replied obediently and with a proper attitude.

Ning Qian then slowly turned around and looked at Fang Xuan kneeling in front of her.

She crossed her arms over her chest, her little face stern, looking quite angry.

"Who told you to run around alone?"

"Senior sister, I was wrong." Fang Xuan immediately admitted his mistake, his attitude was good.

"You reek of alcohol." Ning Qian interrupted him, leaning slightly closer, her small nostrils twitching gently.

Then, the cold light in his eyes intensified, "If I find out you went to some brothel or brothel and touched other women..."

She paused, then spoke slowly and deliberately:

"I killed her."

Fang Han's hair stood on end, and he quickly waved his hands: "No, no! Absolutely not, Senior Sister, I just had a few drinks with Chen Fan to celebrate his breakthrough to Qi Refining, and also to ask about the situation."

"snort."

Ning Xian straightened up, but stared at him intently, as if trying to see right through him.

My disobedient junior brother ran away for most of the day and came back reeking of alcohol... He must be severely punished.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the slight unease and panic that had subsided somewhat because of his safe return...

.......

"Speak."

Ning Qian slightly raised her chin, trying her best to maintain the dignity of a senior sister and the aura of "I'm very angry".

"Take whatever punishment you want."

Upon hearing this, Fang Xuan's lowered eyes immediately lit up.

Wow!

Here it comes, the senior sister's reward segment, and he gets to choose for himself.

He suddenly remembered that the system had previously indicated that reaching 10% of the training process would unlock a stage reward upgrade.

This time, if we play something a little more extreme, that should be enough.

He was really looking forward to seeing what good things the system could give him.

Fang Xuan knelt on the ground, head bowed, seemingly reflecting earnestly.

In reality, he was already rapidly planning how to conduct a thoroughly enjoyable, epic-level training session.

It's so delicious!

Should I choose to have my senior sister step on me with her bare feet... somewhere, or be tied up by her, or... something even more exciting?

He secretly glanced up at Ning Qian's small face and her eyes, which were trying to appear stern.

I've got an idea...