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

.......

Fang Xuan simply held his sword, leaning against the golden pillar with the coiled dragon.

However, no one in the entire hall dared to look up directly, and no one dared to make any extra noise.

Chen Fan took a deep breath and said, "My father is old and frail, and lives a secluded life. Recently, he was also misled by treacherous officials, which almost led to a great disaster."

"Thanks to the blessings of our ancestors, your son has today purged the court of corrupt officials and quelled the national crisis!"

Although few people present truly believed his words, no one dared to refute them.

At this moment, outside the palace.

Ning Qian pushed open the door and stepped into the main hall.

The moon-white skirt swept across the threshold without picking up a speck of dust.

Her cool gaze swept across the scene in the hall, lingering briefly on Fang Xuan before shifting her gaze upon seeing that he was unharmed.

She looked at Chen Fan and said, "Clean it up yourself."

His voice was indifferent, yet carried an invisible pressure.

Chen Fan immediately bowed, his attitude even more respectful than towards his father: "Yes! Senior, rest assured, I will handle it properly and will not cause you any further trouble!"

Ning Qian said no more and turned to walk towards Fang Xuan.

She walked up to Fang Xuan, reached out her small hand and took his hand, pulling him slightly.

"Let's go."

She pulled Fang Xuan along and turned to walk out of the hall.

My junior brother is so cute.....

Seeing all this fighting and killing, such a bloody scene, is not good.

Fang Xuan was led by her, and the two walked side by side out of the main hall.

.......

Outside the palace, the night was already deep.

The crisp chill of the winter night lingered.

Throughout the palace, the troops arranged by Chen Fan are rapidly taking over control.

Occasionally, there were sounds of weapons clashing, but these quickly subsided into silence.

Ning Qian pulled Fang Xuan along as they walked.

Snowflakes drifted silently down from under the eaves...

Her long eyelashes drooped down, as if she were pondering something.

After a moment of silence, he hesitated before speaking:

"Don't you... feel that what Senior Sister did violates... basic human decency?"

She didn't know what Fang Xuan would think.

Don't you think she's a deep thinker...?

Fang Xuan looked at her slightly furrowed brows and the cautious unease in her eyes.

He stepped forward, instantly closing the distance between them. "I like you so much, Senior Sister, that I like everything you do."

Ning Qian's heart skipped a beat, and her face began to burn again.

She avoided Fang Xuan's overly direct gaze, her voice even lower: "What if... I do something you don't like?"

"My senior sister won't do things I don't like."

"How did you know?" Ning Qian couldn't help but ask, looking up at him.

Fang Xuan smiled and reached out to gently brush a strand of Ning Qian's hair, which had been ruffled by the night wind, from her ear.

"Because of my senior sister,"

He drawled out his words, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"I can't say I don't love you, even if I can't say... I don't love my senior sister."

Ning Qian felt her heart pounding like a drum, and her mind began to feel hazy.

Then, her ears and neck turned crimson.

She hurriedly lowered her head, not daring to look into Fang Xuan's eyes.

My mind is completely in turmoil... a jumbled mess, I can't sort it out.

But she kept her small face straight, trying her best to maintain a cool and aloof appearance.

"Senior sister?"

Fang Xuan deliberately moved closer, his breath brushing against her ear.

"Okay...okay."

Ning Qian heard herself respond in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, with a slight tremor, and she had no idea what she was saying.

After a long while, she regained a sliver of rationality from her shyness and forced herself to raise her head.

She tried her best to put on a stern face and regain some face.

But when she looked up, she met Fang Xuan's smiling eyes and his undisguised tenderness and affection.

That fragile display of "fierceness" crumbled instantly.

Ning Qian pursed her lips, but in the end, the corners of her mouth still involuntarily curved upwards.

Although he quickly straightened his lips again.

But that fleeting, gentle smile always carries an indescribable charm amidst its coolness...

Fang Xuan smiled inwardly as he looked at her like this.

However, I can't laugh too obviously, otherwise my senior sister will really run away in embarrassment.

Um...

Tell Awei that he won't be going home tonight.

Cough... Tonight, he will protect his senior sister.

........

The two walked quietly along the corridor for a while, listening to the distant clamor of the palace gradually subside, leaving only the tranquility of the winter night.

"Let's go back," Ning Qian finally said softly, having composed herself.

"Um."

The two held hands, their figures blending into the night.

They walked in silence, yet there was a quiet warmth between them.

It keeps flowing...

......

Back in the courtyard.

Fang Xuan stretched and casually asked, "Senior Sister, when are we going back to the Qingyun Sect?"

Ning Qian paused upon hearing this, thought for a moment, and said, "I'll go back in a couple of days. Once the situation is stable and I've obtained the items, I'll set off."

This trip down the mountain was truly fruitful.

First, her own cultivation level has recovered to the late stage of the Golden Core realm.

Secondly, her junior brother's talent was even higher than hers. He seemed to have no bottlenecks in breaking through realms, and his comprehension of cultivation techniques was also ridiculously fast.

It has now reached the Nascent Soul stage.

Back to Qingyun Sect.

With the two of them working together, they could hold their own against a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, even if they couldn't secure a victory. They wouldn't be completely helpless.

So as long as we don't clash with Lu Qingsong or the old ancestors in the forbidden areas of those sects, there shouldn't be any problems.

.......

But... thinking about dual cultivation again, Ning Qian's face flushed a little.

The nightly dual cultivation did indeed allow her cultivation to recover extremely quickly, and her junior brother also benefited greatly...

But... it doesn't seem like that's enough?

If one could cultivate both day and night...

She couldn't help but steal another glance at Fang Xuan.

Seeing his junior brother humming an off-key tune, he loosened the belt of his coat and casually tossed it onto the back of the chair next to him.

He was wearing only a close-fitting, plain-colored undergarment, which accentuated his tall and slender figure.

Ning Qian's gaze seemed glued to her, unable to look away.

Her junior brother is seducing her again, he's really... quite the schemer.

Fang Xuan noticed her fixed gaze, turned his head, and asked with some confusion, "Senior Sister? What's wrong?"

"No...it's nothing."

Ning Qian hurriedly looked away, her heart starting to race again.

She composed herself. "Junior brother, you just said you were going to...?"

"I'm going to take a shower," he said, and prepared to walk towards the bathroom in the backyard.

Ning Qian watched his retreating figure and blurted out, "Junior Brother..."

"Hmm?" Fang Xuan stopped and turned around.

Ning Qian's face was flushed and translucent under the light. She pursed her lips, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible, yet it also carried a kind of reckless courage:

"You... definitely can't get it clean, let me wash it for you."

Fang Xuan: "Hmm...?"

Senior sister...would you like to listen to what you're saying?