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

Fang Xuan was still standing at the entrance of the courtyard, staring blankly at the spot where the hand had disappeared.

Why does she seem a bit sulky and aggrieved?

Fang Xuan could almost picture what his senior sister might look like now.

Hiding in a hidden space, she pursed her lips, her eyes red, both angry that he "didn't want her" and unable to resist secretly watching him.

Finally, she stubbornly showed only one hand to indicate that she was angry.

They dared to hide from him! If they're caught, they must be severely punished... I'll knock them out.

But how do we catch it?

My senior sister is much better at using spatial laws than he is.

He's already struggling to forcibly create a stable passage, let alone accurately locate a senior sister who's deliberately avoiding him.

Forcing them to do it probably won't work.

It seems... we have no choice but to outsmart them.

Seducing his senior sister... cough, this is the first time he's ever seduced his senior sister.

He took action, and the naive senior sister Bao Zheng took the bait immediately, only to be lured home right away.

The plan is in place.

.........

Without further hesitation, he turned around and went back to the quiet room, where he tidied up briefly.

There's not much to clean up, really; the most important bait is him...

He pushed open the door, ignoring the Fifth Elder who was watching him expectantly from afar, seemingly wanting to come up and say a few more words of advice.

Fang Xuan moved swiftly, transforming into a streak of light and hurtling towards the Northern Plains.

........

Several days later, at the border of the Northern Plains.

The restaurant was bustling with people from all walks of life.

Fang Xuan sat in the corner by the window, with a pot of the local famous "Shaodaozi" in front of him. He frowned after taking only one sip.

It was spicy and bland, with a pitifully thin spiritual energy, far less delicious than the fruit wines brewed by my senior sister.

He put down his wine glass, his gaze sweeping over the noisy crowd, his divine sense capturing the discussions from all directions.

Most of it was just pointless boasting or trivial matters, until a few snippets of conversation drifted into my ears:

"The Snow Wolf Dynasty near the Ice Plains was suddenly destroyed a while ago! And the Martial Alliance, their leader was almost killed."

"Who's so capable? Isn't the Martial Alliance Leader above the Nascent Soul stage?"

"I don't know... I heard it was done by a sword cultivator."

"A swordsman? There aren't many sword masters in Kitahara... Could he be from outside?"

Fang Xuan's ears perked up.

Martial Alliance? Sword Cultivators?

But the two people at the table, when they got to the crucial point, clinked their glasses, gulped down their drinks, and stopped talking.

Fang Xuan: "..."

Even he doesn't dare to write at the same time, how dare you?

He lowered his hand that was supporting his chin.

Then, in a corner where no one was watching, his figure swayed slightly like ripples on water.

In the next instant, it had vanished from the spot.

........

In the back alley of the restaurant, one of the two disciples had a large bump on his head.

Then they were grabbed by the legs, dragged along, and thrown together.

Wait until they look up again.

A handsome young man dressed in dark, close-fitting clothes and carrying a black sword was looking down at them.

His face was expressionless, but his eyes were a little cold.

"Brother! We were wrong, we'll never say such things again! Waaah..."

Fang Xuan ignored him and focused his gaze on another disciple.

He tried to force a friendly smile: "Tell me what happened just now again."

But to the two Foundation Establishment stage cultivators, that smile was more terrifying than a blizzard in the Northern Plains.

That was clearly the expression of a predator eyeing its prey, weighing where to bite!

"Dad! Grandpa! We really can't say anything more, you can have everything! Here's the storage bag!"

The two were terrified and tremblingly untied the storage bags from their waists and offered them to Fang Xuan with both hands, not daring to look at him even once.

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

Is he that scary?

He rubbed his temples helplessly, releasing a trace of spiritual pressure.

The two men instantly turned ashen-faced, their bones went limp, and they couldn't even utter a word of begging for mercy.

"I'll let you speak," Fang Xuan said, trying to keep his tone calm. "Tell me in detail what we didn't finish discussing in the restaurant earlier, about the Martial Alliance, the Northern Plains Dynasty, and that sword cultivator. Explain it clearly."

At this time-

"Who are you, fellow Daoist? Have my two unworthy disciples been so disrespectful as to offend you?"

An aged voice rang out, accompanied by the oppressive aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

An elderly man with white hair and beard, dressed in a gray Taoist robe, arrived.

"Haha, I apologize for my poor discipline."

Fang Xuan looked young, but even he couldn't see through his aura.

He was no ordinary cultivator; he was a Nascent Soul expert from a major sect.

Moreover, judging from the fact that Fang Xuan didn't actually make a move, he might be a righteous disciple from some peerless sect who came down the mountain for training. He should be... quite easy to talk to, right?

"I wonder which school my friend's teachers belong to? If they have offended you in any way, I will punish them severely."

"A rogue cultivator, nameless," Fang Xuan said calmly.

He held his sword, and the plain white cloth wrapped around his right hand fluttered gently in the cold wind, making him look like a wandering cultivator who was indeed traveling the world.

Upon hearing "unaffiliated cultivators," the old man felt a little relieved; it was easier to deal with since they weren't from those large, strictly regulated sects.

He is a Nascent Soul cultivator.

He glared fiercely at his two disciples sprawled on the ground: "These two good-for-nothings must have said something wrong! I guarantee they'll never utter another word like that again!"

Fang Xuan frowned slightly.

Then.....

He and his two disciples were bound together by ropes of spiritual energy and sat in the snow.

A large lump grew on his head as well.

After asking his questions, the young "rogue cultivator" slowly took the storage bag from his two disciples, walked up to him, and extended his hand.

Old man: "......."

He reluctantly took off his storage bag and handed it over.

He was filled with regret. If he had known that this rogue cultivator was so ruthless, he wouldn't have come out to act like a big shot!

Fang Xuan took the three storage bags, and he roughly understood what had happened.

As for the storage bag, why not just rob someone if you can? Otherwise, you'd have wasted your time cultivating to the Nascent Soul stage.

My senior sister likes spirit stones, so it would be good to give them to her...

.......

After Fang Xuan left.

The old man turned to his two apprentices, his anger flaring: "You unfilial disciples! Why didn't you speak up earlier?!"

The disciple was on the verge of tears, feeling wronged: "Master...didn't you just say that we would never utter another word...?"