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

My junior brother used the mark...

My junior brother really used the mark...

Ning Qian huddled in the makeshift ice cave, hugging her knees, staring at the flashing blood-red lights in the void in front of her, completely frozen in place.

He must be angry.

She pushed him away, tore open space, and ran away without looking back. Her junior brother must have felt uncomfortable.

She's such an incompetent senior.

The light was still flashing, and the mark formed by the drop of blood swirled leisurely in the void.

It was as if her junior brother was standing in front of her, tilting his head, looking at her with a gaze that was both helpless and indulgent.

"...Senior sister, aren't you going to look?"

Ning Qian thought she heard his voice and jumped, almost falling off the stone platform.

She looked up in a panic, but the ice cave was empty; she was all alone...

...He's had another episode.

She bit her lower lip, hesitating for a very long time, so long that the blood droplet almost disappeared on its own.

Finally, I mustered up the courage and gently touched it.

Even if her junior brother scolded her, she could still hear his voice.

Open the message... The first sentence is...

My absolute favorite senior sister...

Then came some plans for a few days later.

......

Ning Qian sat there somewhat absentmindedly, listening to those few short sentences over and over again.

He didn't scold her...

She carefully tucked the drop of blood close to her heart.

Then, the little face that had been trying so hard to maintain a cool and aloof expression finally couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth up little by little.

The junior brother was referring to his absolute favorite senior sister...

.......

Three days later, in the desolate valley.

The northern desert stretches as far as the eye can see, and Taihuang Valley is a rare landmark in this desert.

A massive rift valley, carved out by an ancient river, stretches for dozens of miles and is bottomless.

At this moment, twenty or thirty people had gathered at the valley entrance.

The Martial Alliance members stood on the left. The vice leader, who was in charge, had a tense expression and was trying hard to maintain the dignity of a Tribulation Transcending expert, but his fingers hanging at his sides were trembling slightly.

no way.

The crimson sword intent hanging in his heart was like a steel needle that could pierce him at any moment.

They sought help from the alliance leader to resolve the situation, but the leader was still embedded in the wall, beyond dead.

He tried to dispel the evil spirits with his internal energy, but it didn't work.

I want to escape, but I don't dare.

The self-proclaimed nameless rogue cultivator was now leaning lazily against the very edge of the group, sword in hand.

Meanwhile, the six-armed demon had already concealed its presence and followed behind the vice leader.

The woman must have already been seriously injured, and with my sneak attack, I could have killed her on the spot.

Although it's unclear how she managed to escape the lightning tribulation's range, under the purple lightning, surviving was practically equivalent to being crippled.

That's why he didn't invite those wandering immortals; he wanted to enjoy this highly nourishing delicacy all to himself.

Hahahaha.

......

Fang Xuan was dressed in a clean and neat black outfit, with the plain white cloth still wrapped around his right hand, and the black sword Yun Chang casually held in his arms.

He looked relaxed, his gaze unfocused.

He discovered that this wandering immortal was so arrogant that he didn't circulate any spiritual energy at all.

He failed to recognize me by using some simple techniques.

However, it's also possible that there are some restrictions preventing him from activating his spiritual power, or that he's afraid to activate it.

Judging from the last battle, his strength should be slightly inferior to Dao Yi's.

So as long as he doesn't dare to unleash his full power and only uses his strength at the ninth level of the Tribulation Transcending Realm, he and his senior sister can still fight each other easily.

Especially when you still have a trick up your sleeve.

If he lets go, my senior sister and I will quickly use our spatial ability to escape and let him be struck dead by the purple lightning.

......

The vice leader glanced at Fang Xuan again, feeling both hatred and fear.

What kind of monster is this young man? He severely injured a second-stage Tribulation Transcending cultivator with a single move during the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm. Is that reasonable?

How terrifying must the power behind him be? Can that legendary figure really deal with him...?

...Never mind, today's target is that vixen anyway.

The vice leader took a deep breath and turned his gaze to the depths of the rift valley.

There, a slender white figure was walking slowly and steadily through the void.

Dressed in white as snow, with flowing black hair tied up only at the ends with a simple hairpin.

His face was aloof and detached, devoid of any expression: "Things."

Fang Xuan watched quietly from behind the crowd.

So this is what a powerful aura my senior sister has.

That's right, he almost forgot that his senior sister was a big fan of the female lead.

The main problem is that my senior sister is usually a bit clueless and silly... *cough*

.......

The vice leader forced himself to calm down, took out a jade box that emitted a cool, clear light from his bosom, and held it high.

"What you wanted, the Heavenly Nirvana Pill."

Ning Qian's gaze fell on the jade box, confirming that it was genuine.

The vice leader gritted his teeth, placed the jade box on the open ground between the two, and then slowly retreated.

Ning Qian completely let down her guard and reached out to take the jade box.

They didn't notice that a long-hidden, violent aura suddenly erupted from the air on their left.

A six-armed demon.

He emerged from his concealment, his six thick arms swinging simultaneously, delivering several powerful punches to Ning Qian's unsuspecting back.

He grinned, revealing his gleaming white fangs.

This woman is doomed if she's ambushed!

What remnants of the Purple Lightning Sect, what spatial laws—they're all a joke in the face of his full-force attack!

But before his fist could even touch Ning Qian's clothes, a spatial killing move suddenly came from the void beside him.

His fighting instincts are screaming!

He suddenly turned to the side, only managing to retract his arms to protect his vitals.

"ah--!"

The blood mist exploded.

His four protective arms were severed at the elbows, spinning as they fell into the deep ravine, leaving a trail of blood.

The six-armed demon roared in pain, staggering backward, his fierce eyes wide open, staring intently at the white-clad woman who slowly turned around and was looking at him expressionlessly.

impossible.

How could she possibly have predicted his location? How could she have launched a counterattack the instant she made her move?

How could she possibly—

Then, he met Ning Qian's eyes.

Those clear, deep eyes were undergoing a strange change deep within their pupils.

One crack, two cracks, three cracks—

Three double pupils.

The six-armed demon's heart sank to the bottom.

This is clearly a divine secret!

How could there be two laws at the same time? It's impossible! It's impossible for one person to simultaneously possess two laws!

The fear in the heart of the six-armed demon grew wildly like weeds.

"What are you all standing there for!"

He roared at the members of the Martial Alliance.

"Attack her! Kill her! Kill her—"

Why is he the only one moving? Where are those two useless Transcending Tribulation stage cultivators?

What about those twenty-odd Nascent Soul cultivators and Spirit Transformation cultivators?

And then there's that pretty boy who's always dangling on the edge, clutching the black sword.

His voice sounded strangely familiar, but I couldn't remember who it was, so I simply stopped thinking about it.

--so.

Where is that pretty boy?

An unprecedented chill shot from the six-armed demon's battered back straight to the top of his head.

He turned around abruptly.

A tall, slender figure in black had already stepped out of the void and appeared silently three steps behind him.

The boy's expression remained lazy.

But the dark, heavy longsword in his hand had already pierced through his back, its tip protruding through his chest.

"...It's...it's you..."

He recognized him.

The boy who was desperately protected by the woman in white during that purple lightning tribulation.

How did he get here? Wasn't he already killed by lightning?

Fang Xuan gripped the sword hilt and gently turned it.

The blood-red sword intent entered his body, simultaneously piercing the heart meridian and dantian of the six-armed demon.

"I'll trick you until you die..."