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

Chapter 166 Very angry

Tianlan Country.

Fang Xuan sat in the side hall, with a small stove burning in front of him.

He held his teacup and sipped it slowly and deliberately.

Chen Fan stood right next to him.

But for some reason... he swallowed hard.

She would glance at Fang Xuan every now and then, then quickly look away, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

Fang Xuan didn't bother with him.

This tea is good; it's warm and has a sweet aftertaste.

He's in a mortal body now and can't drink cold things, otherwise his stomach will feel uncomfortable...

"Um... Brother Xuan."

Chen Fan finally couldn't help but speak, his voice tinged with a cautious probing, "Are you really... right now?"

He swallowed his words halfway through.

Is it not a good idea to ask this question? What if Brother Xuan gets angry?

Fang Xuan just sniffed and said, "Could you turn the fire up a bit? I'm cold."

Chen Fan was stunned for a moment, then quickly nodded: "Okay, okay, Brother Xuan."

Fang Xuan sighed silently in his heart.

My senior sister has already left.

They left him here alone, saying they were going to figure out a solution.

If it were before, if his senior sister dared to run away alone, he would at least make her cry and beg him to slow down.

He sniffed again; he seemed to have caught a cold.

He looked down at himself.

Wrapped in a thick fur coat, warming myself by the fire, and drinking hot tea, I still felt cold.

A cultivator at the sixth level of the Tribulation Transcending Realm is now inferior to even a mortal...

......

It's still broad daylight, it's unbearable.

He suddenly stood up.

Chen Fan was startled: "Brother Xuan?"

"Let's go have a drink," Fang Xuan said.

Chen Fan's expression changed, and he quickly waved his hand: "Well... Immortal Ning instructed me not to run around, and especially not to drink alcohol..."

Fang Xuan ignored him and walked out on his own.

"I'll drink it."

Chen Fan stared at his retreating figure, hesitating for several seconds.

With a final grit of his teeth, he had no choice but to follow.

......

Inside the restaurant.

On the most bustling street in the capital of Tianlan Kingdom, there is an exquisitely decorated restaurant.

The two sat by the window on the second floor, with several small dishes and a pot of warm wine in front of them.

Chen Fan took a sip of wine, his face flushed, and he relaxed completely.

"Hahaha, Brother Xuan, good wine!" He raised his wine glass and laughed like a fool.

Fang Xuan didn't speak.

He just held his wine glass, staring blankly out the window.

The streets were bustling with traffic, vendors' cries rose and fell, children chased and played, and women hurried by carrying vegetable baskets.

It was lively, but he wasn't interested.

"It doesn't seem peaceful here either," he suddenly said, his gaze still fixed on the view outside the window.

Chen Fan was stunned for a moment: "What?"

The words had barely left his mouth—

A cold glint shot in from outside the window.

Fang Xuan didn't even turn his head.

He simply turned his body slightly to the side, his right hand emerging from his sleeve.

That fair and slender hand gently drew an arc in the air.

"laugh--"

The assassin's body remained in a forward-leaning posture, but a jet of blood had already spurted from his throat.

His right hand crushed the assassin's throat bone.

The movements were clean and efficient.

Chen Fan also sobered up and came to his senses.

Although Brother Xuan has lost his cultivation, his ability to kill seems to have not diminished at all.

Fang Xuan withdrew his hand and carefully wiped away the bloodstains that had splattered on it.

I can't get my senior sister's hands dirty.

"What level of cultivation?" he asked.

He can't perceive anything now, he can only rely on his eyes to see.

Chen Fan was stunned for a moment before he remembered that Brother Xuan could not sense spiritual power now, just like he had no spiritual root before.

Just then, a sinister laugh came from the doorway.

A burly man dressed in black, carrying a gleaming longsword, strode in.

His gaze swept over the corpse lying on the ground, then landed on Chen Fan, a greedy glint flashing in his eyes.

He licked his lips. "Do you think you can still walk now...? Hahaha."

Fang Xuan didn't move.

He simply looked at the man, his gaze as calm as if he were looking at an ant.

"Brother Xuan, there are two..."

He was about to speak, saying that it was only two Qi Refining stages and he could handle it himself, so there was no need to trouble Brother Xuan.

Before he could finish speaking, Fang Xuan had already untied the bandage on his right hand.

Then, that fair hand waved lightly in the air.

"call--"

Several invisible wind blades swept through the building in an instant.

It was moving so fast that it was impossible to see clearly.

"boom---!"

Before the burly man could even wipe the savage grin from his face, he was already chopped into pieces.

The entire restaurant collapsed in half with a single, casual blow.

Chen Fan's mouth opened slightly: "No... Brother Xuan, there are only two..."

Fang Xuan stood amidst the ruins, not a single drop of blood staining his clothes.

He exhaled a breath of cold air: "I know there's another one."

He turned his head, his gaze falling on a corner outside the window.

There, a hidden figure suddenly jolted.

Before he could even think, his body had already uncontrollably tumbled out of his hiding place and knelt on the ground with a thud.

"My lord, spare me! My lord, spare me!" He kowtowed desperately, his forehead hitting the ground with a loud thud.

Fang Xuan's eyes turned cold.

Is this how they're trying to lower his guard?

The power in his right hand surged, shattering the floor beneath his feet...

"A scheme that doesn't matter." He said indifferently.

The man gritted his teeth, sprang up from the ground, and pounced on him like a black shadow!

Fang Xuan clenched his right hand in the air.

He knew it was a trap...

"boom--!"

Another half of the restaurant was reduced to dust.

Chen Fan was so shocked that he staggered and almost fell.

He steadied himself by leaning against a pillar, looked at the mess before him, and finally had a chance to finish his sentence: "Two...two Qi Refining stage cultivators."

The voice was also weak.

Now that things have turned out this way, I hope Brother Xuan won't blame him for not finishing his sentence.

But he really couldn't get a word in edgewise.

"Brother Xuan, what I meant was two Qi Refining stage cultivators... I can handle that myself..."

Fang Xuan then turned his head and looked at Chen Fan.

Then he spoke, his voice calm: "Why didn't you say so sooner?"

Chen Fan scratched his head.

"I...I was just about to say something when you attacked."

Fang Xuan: "..."

He looked at the ruins before him, then at the two shattered corpses on the ground, and finally his gaze settled on Chen Fan's innocent face.

He had no choice but to turn around and walk downstairs.

He took two steps, then stopped.