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

I returned to the courtyard in the middle of the night.

Fang Xuan continued to warm himself by the fire.

Why is it still so cold in the middle of spring?

It's definitely not because he's physically weak.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to introspect, realizing he couldn't rely solely on his senior sister for solutions.

The body remained completely still.

The dantian was empty, and the meridians drooped listlessly.

The only thing still alive is that pink light—the law of lust.

Fang Xuan tried to mobilize it, to make it once again attack those invading laws and push them out.

The Law of Lust stirred, lazily reaching out and touching the black laws that resided within the meridians.

Then... it shrank back again.

Continue dozing off.

Fang Xuan: "..."

He was a little unwilling to give up and continued to urge it on.

The Law of Lust, annoyed by him, finally stirred again.

This time it didn't retract, but cautiously poked out a tiny bit.

A very faint, faint pink glow.

The moment that ray of light touched the black law, the black law trembled slightly.

But it only trembled slightly.

Then, the pink light was bounced back.

However, at this moment, a trace of the Law of Lust took an unconventional approach and forcefully broke through the encirclement of the other Laws.

......

Fang Xuan opened his eyes and looked at the wisp of pink light that had condensed in his hand.

It did have some effect, but not much.

He stared at the fire in the stove, his mind starting to wander.

Could it be that because he and his senior sister didn't go through enough perverse activities, his understanding of the Laws of Lust stagnated for the next two weeks...?

After all, the triggering mechanism of this law does seem to be related to... well, the level of intimacy.

Senior sister would be better off coming back soon and practicing the laws of lust with him for ten days or half a month.

He sighed.

Now is not the time to think about these things.

He also has another method, which is to break down these laws one by one and then understand them all in an instant.

He composed himself and looked again at the black laws within his body.

Their auras were different, but all were powerful.

Fang Xuan frowned.

Each of these laws is stronger than the limit he can currently withstand.

My senior sister said that he can only store two more types of items at most.

In other words, he must choose two of these four to refine and absorb.

Then use the two refined streams to counteract the other two streams and expel them from the body.

This sounds like the chances of success are very slim.

But we should always give it a try.

He opened his eyes and looked out the window.

It was already quite late.

Chen Fan should still be waiting outside.

He stood up, walked to the door, and pushed it open.

Chen Fan was standing in the courtyard when he saw Fang Xuan come out. He quickly walked over and said, "Brother Xuan?"

"I'm going into seclusion for a few days," Fang Xuan said. "You should go back."

Chen Fan paused for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, okay, Brother Xuan, call me anytime if you need anything..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Fang Xuan looked into the distance: "You have so many assassins here?"

"Huh?" Chen Fan was taken aback.

He sensed nothing... at least not above the Foundation Establishment stage.

A massive, blood-red sword aura descended from the sky, piercing through the entire house!

"boom--!"

The roof exploded, sending splinters of wood flying everywhere.

Fang Xuan grabbed Chen Fan by the shoulder and casually tossed him aside.

The rooftop was now filled with people.

Four.

A burly man stood with his arms crossed, looking down at them with a sinister grin.

There was also an old man with a hunched back, and a woman holding an oil-paper umbrella.

She stood under the umbrella, her face obscured.

The last young man, carrying six swords, had them neatly sheathed on his back.

"The Rakshasa Pavilion is doing its business; bystanders, please step aside," the burly man said, his voice like rolling thunder.

His gaze fell on Fang Xuan, and he looked him up and down.

An ordinary person.

There was no trace of spiritual energy, and no fluctuations of spiritual power could be detected.

Thin and frail, looking like it could be blown over by the wind.

A hint of disdain flashed in the burly man's eyes, but remembering the rules of the pavilion, he still spoke up:

"What are you, a mere mortal, doing getting involved in this?"

Fang Xuan didn't move either.

He just stood there, looking up at the four people on the roof.

His gaze was calm.

The bandages on his right hand have been removed.

These people... are at least at the Golden Core stage or above.

He didn't know the specifics, and had no way of perceiving them.

But it's okay.

It can kill.

"No rush," said the young man with the sword at the head of the group.

The burly man scoffed, "He's just an ordinary person, what's the rush?"

"Idiot." The young man clearly didn't want to talk to him.

A sword light shot out from behind him, heading straight for Fang Xuan's face.

Let's test the waters first.

Fang Xuan's eyes turned slightly cold.

He raised his right hand, and the flying sword was firmly held in his hand.

The sword was still humming and vibrating, its tip only three inches from his brow.

Fang Xuan looked down at the sword in his hand.

Not bad.

We're just missing one.

He raised his head and met the astonished gazes of the crowd.

The white bandage wrapped around his right hand fluttered gently in the night breeze.

Then, just as they were about to continue,

In an instant, streaks of blood appeared on the necks of the four people on the roof!

All four people collapsed at the same time, never to live again.

Fang Xuan was also stunned. "Huh?"

What happened...?

A familiar voice suddenly came from behind.

It was cold and aloof, with a hint of questioning.

"He's been drinking again."

Fang Xuan turned his head.

Under the moonlight, a slender white figure stood amidst the ruins.

Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, held up only by a simple hairpin at the ends. Her cool and aloof face now wore a slightly unhappy expression.

Fang Xuan blinked, then a smile curved his lips.

"No, senior sister."

Ning Qian walked over and stood in front of him.

"Ning... Immortal Master Ning." Chen Fan finally realized what was happening and quickly bowed in greeting.

It's over. It's over.

I shouldn't have brought Xuan-ge drinking.

Now they've been caught red-handed by Immortal Ning.

He glanced furtively at Fang Xuan, then at Ning Qian, before silently taking a few steps back.

run away.

Run away quickly.

.....

"Go back...go back to the house to receive your punishment." Ning Qian grabbed Fang Xuan's hand and walked into the house.

Fang Xuan stumbled as she pulled him along.

"What's wrong, Senior Sister?"

He was a little confused.

They probably didn't come for those assassins.

He could easily wipe out those few bastards; there was no need for his senior sister to make the trip herself.

Ning Qian didn't say anything, but pulled him into the house and closed the door.

Then she turned around and looked at him.

"I can't go to the upper realm anymore, neither can I," she said, her voice muffled.

Ning Qian lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

Therefore, the failure to transcend the tribulation this time was not the junior brother's fault, but a problem of the upper realm.

It should get better in a while.

So now, the only option is to find a way to resolve these few laws within my junior brother's body in the lower realm.

Well... there's really no other way right now.

And then... it was already evening.

She looked up at Fang Xuan.

A blush suddenly appeared on that cool and aloof face.

"snort."

She gave a soft hum.

My junior brother must be severely punished.

They actually dared to sneak out for drinks.

Disobedient.

Looking at her like this, Fang Xuan suddenly remembered something.

"Senior Sister," he said.

"Hmm?" Ning Qian looked at him.

"I just revealed a tiny bit of that law of lust; I can practice it."

Ning Qian blinked.

Then her face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"ah......"

She instinctively took a step back, her legs starting to feel weak again...

"Senior sister," Fang Xuan took a step forward, looking at her earnestly, "what we're about to do might be... a little perverted."

Ning Qian's face turned even redder.

"No...no, that won't do." She tried her best to maintain her senior sister's dignity, speaking fiercely, but her voice grew softer and softer.

She had finally managed to be the dignified senior sister for half a month... she could have severely punished her junior brother...

But under the influence of the law of lust...

No...that won't work.