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

Open the system interface.

[Host: Xingnu Fangxuan (bound to Ning Qian's training object)]

[Current progress of being disciplined: 10.12%]

Fang Xuan glanced at it; whether the training progress would affect him was no longer a concern for him.

As for my senior sister, I'll adjust it however I want, however much I want.

He was just about to go and see the upgraded new module.

Then the number jumped.

[Current progress of being disciplined: 11.58%]

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

Um... let's look at the upgraded modules first.

......

[Congratulations, host! Training progress has exceeded 10%! Phase rewards are being distributed—]

[Body type module upgrade: "I am not an M type" → "Super M type"]

[Effect: Increases maximum HP, increases spirit power recovery speed by 200% during burst mode, and increases by 50% if the master is present]

Fang Xuan fell silent for a moment.

He is not an M, he really is not.

But to be fair... this physique is indeed useful.

Keep scrolling down.

[Unlock New Feature: Achievement System]

[Achievements Completed:]

【"Miss Ning Qian's Dog" - Completion 100%. Effect: When called by its owner's name, spiritual energy circulation speed increases by 15%.】

Fang Xuan: ......Okay.

If you dare to give him an achievement, he will truly dare to accept it.

[“Erotic Demon” - 100% Completion, Effect: When interacting intimately with its master, the spiritual affinity between the two is greatly increased, and dual cultivation efficiency is increased by 30%.]

[“Qualified Sex Slave” - Completion Rate 100%. Effect: Increases the efficiency of gaining training points by 10%.]

[Total Achievement Bonus: Total Spiritual Power +12%, Physical Strength +8%, Perception Range of Master Ning Qian Increased by 30%.]

Fang Xuan looked at the last bonus and finally a smile appeared on his lips.

The range of perception has been expanded.

Now, it won't be so easy for my senior sister to hide.

He continued reading.

[Training mission guidance upgraded!]

[New Feature: Cultivation Advancement Channel (Breaked through the limitations of this realm's rules)]

[Note: By completing the training tasks issued by the system, the host can obtain the "Realm Ascension" reward, which requires no tribulation, has no bottlenecks, and ignores the restrictions of the Heavenly Dao rules of this world.]

[Next Realm: Peak of Nascent Soul]

Fang Xuan's eyes lit up.

No bottlenecks, no need for tribulations, no need for arduous cultivation, no need to eat scraps of bread every day.

Open the task list.

[Task 1: In the daily training with your master, bravely resist, only to be trained by your master to the point of incontinence again.]

[Reward: Instantly advance to the peak of the Nascent Soul stage]

Fang Xuan: "???"

【Task Two: Reverse the Heavenly Gang and successfully train Master Ning Qian once (Given the host's status as a sex slave, this task has low feasibility; please choose carefully)】

[Reward: Instantly advance to the first level of Tribulation Transcendence]

[Task 3: Awaiting development.]

Fang Xuan closed the interface; this second task was practically tailor-made for him.

As for Task One, he subconsciously ignored it.

Ok.

When I see my senior sister again, I can complete the mission. I wonder how my strength will change after I enter the tribulation.

......

Meanwhile, in the council hall of the Martial Alliance headquarters.

The leader sat in the main seat, blood still seeping from the bandage on his chest, but his eyes were sinister and fierce.

"Three days later, agree to that demoness's request," he said in a hoarse voice. "Take the item to the Desolate Valley and lure her there to retrieve it."

The vice leader and the bald elder exchanged a glance, both hesitant: "Leader, that demoness's strength is bizarre; even those at the Tribulation Transcending stage are no match for her. What should we do..."

"What are you afraid of?" the alliance leader sneered. "I have already asked that lord to take action. He is above the Tribulation Transcending stage. A mere Nascent Soul demones will surely die."

The vice leader felt relieved and a look of joy appeared on his face.

It was actually the legendary Tribulation Transcending Realm.

The bald elder grinned, "That vixen dared to covet my Martial Alliance's treasure! This time, she'll be torn to pieces, her soul annihilated, never to be reincarnated!"

The vice-leader then asked, "Then... what should we do with that newly joined Nascent Soul cultivator? Should we involve him in the encirclement and kill? His background..."

Initially, he planned to use this person's background to suppress the demoness.

After all, she was too arrogant in Beiyuan; even a tribulation cultivator couldn't defeat her.

But who would have thought that the alliance leader would bring someone above the Tribulation Transcending level?

"Ignore him." The alliance leader waved his hand, a hint of disdain in his eyes. "He's just a clueless greenhorn who came out to train without knowing his own limitations. He's only at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, too inexperienced even to be cannon fodder. Let him fend for himself."

He had barely finished speaking—

In the center of the council hall, a thin crack suddenly appeared in the void.

Then a hand emerged from the gap.

With his five fingers spread, he grabbed the back of the leader's head and slammed him against the stone wall behind him!

The rock wall, as hard as iron, was instantly dented into a huge circular pit, with cracks spreading out like a spider web.

The leader's face was half embedded in the rubble, and blood gushed from his mouth.

The spatial rift widened, and a tall, slender figure stepped out unhurriedly.

He looked like a young boy, with a plain white cloth wrapped around his right hand and his left hand hanging casually at his side. He carried a dark, inconspicuous longsword on his back.

He looked relaxed, even adjusting his sleeves, as if he had just casually swatted away an annoying mosquito.

He turned his head, his gaze slowly sweeping over everyone in the hall, finally landing on the terrified faces of the vice leader and the bald elder.

He chuckled lightly, "Were you just talking about me?"

The vice-leader's pupils suddenly contracted.

How did he get in? The protective array of the palace gave no warning whatsoever!

With a low shout, the vice leader unleashed his full cultivation at the second level of the Tribulation Transcending Realm, his spiritual power surging like a raging torrent.

The fist, carrying terrifying power capable of shattering small mountains, slammed fiercely towards Fang Xuan's chest.

He used ninety percent of his strength in that punch.

A mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator would be severely injured, if not killed!

Fang Xuan didn't even draw his sword.

He simply casually placed the dark sword diagonally in front of him.

"clang--"

The aftershocks of the spiritual energy caused the disciples with lower cultivation levels inside the hall to bleed from their eardrums and kneel on the ground.

The vice leader's determined punch landed on the sword as if it had struck a towering, immovable mountain.

"puff--!"

The vice leader was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing hard through the thick stone wall of the council hall.

Undeterred, it plowed a deep trench more than ten feet long in the bluestone square outside the palace before finally coming to a stop.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his right arm was fractured inch by inch.

Before he could even get up, everything went dark.

Fang Xuan was already standing in front of him, looking down at him from above.

The tip of the black sword pressed against his Adam's apple, piercing his skin, and a drop of crimson blood slowly slid down.

A crimson, blood-red sword intent surged continuously from the depths of the black sword, encircling Fang Xuan's body.

Everyone present was frozen in place by this terrifying pressure that seemed unlike that of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Fang Xuan looked down at the disheveled vice leader beneath his sword, a slight smile playing on his lips. His voice was calm: "You like... being torn to pieces? Completely annihilated?"

Fang Xuan didn't look at him again.

He raised his head, and the crimson sword intent instantly split into several strands, precisely penetrating the heart meridians of everyone present.

It's neither too deep nor too shallow, hanging precariously on the edge of life and death.

"Keep the sword intent in mind..."

He sheathed his black sword, his tone as if he were remarking on the pleasant weather.

"Whoever moves, dies."

Only then did everyone surface like drowning people, gasping for breath, but no one dared to make a sound.

Fang Xuan sheathed his sword, and then—

He extended his left index finger and gently tapped it in the air.

A drop of crimson blood, as red as a gemstone, slowly condensed from his fingertip and floated in mid-air.

The mark left by his senior sister.

Fang Xuan flicked his fingertip, and the blood droplet disappeared into the void.

I'll send a message to my senior sister first.

After sending the message, he turned and walked slowly out of the hall.

As the man passed by the bald elder, his legs buckled and he knelt down, barely daring to breathe.

Fang Xuan continued walking, leaving only one sentence floating in the deathly silent council hall.

"The plan proceeds as scheduled; I need to say nothing more..."