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

Night was falling.

System: [Host sex slave Fang Xuan has been detected secretly admiring his master Ning Qian's jade feet and is deeply intoxicated by it. Training value +66!]

Oh my god...

Fang Xuan was so frightened that he shuddered and quickly withdrew his hand, his heart nearly jumping out of his throat.

System! Are you fucking crazy?!

He was terrified; he thought his senior sister had woken up.

He patted his chest, still shaken, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Thankfully, his senior sister didn't wake up. She just seemed slightly disturbed by his movements and let out a soft moan.

She nuzzled her head closer to him and fell into an even deeper sleep.

Fang Xuan composed himself and prepared to stroke it again.

"Hmm... Junior brother...?"

Ning Qian groggily opened her eyes halfway.

Fang Xuan was completely terrified this time.

"Senior sister, no, there's nothing there!"

"I'm not that kind of person. I didn't do anything. I just saw your socks were down and helped you put them back on."

He spoke very quickly.

Ning Qian: "......???"

She had just woken up and was still a little groggy, only vaguely sensing that her junior brother had touched her foot.

Then came this series of nonsensical remarks from my junior brother.

She blinked in confusion and looked down at her socks, which were still on perfectly fine.

Hmm...? Did her socks... just fall off?

How could she not remember?

However, her junior brother would never lie to her... He's so obedient and adorable.

.......

The next day, they remained silent the entire way.

Fang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief as the familiar Qingyun Sect mountain gate came into view.

I'm finally back, feeling completely refreshed.

It's still best to have your own little nest.

Although the small courtyard where the prince lived was quite luxurious, it was far less comfortable than the bamboo house in this secluded valley.

Pushing open that familiar bamboo door, everything in the courtyard seemed exactly the same as when I left.

And that old plum tree in the corner of the yard.

When I left, there were only a few scattered flower buds on the branches.

Now, just half a month later, the entire tree seems to have been lit up, with layers upon layers of pink and white plum blossoms blooming vibrantly.

Like clouds and rosy clouds.

Fang Xuan sniffed; it smelled quite nice.

"Senior sister," he turned his head.

"Teach me how to make plum blossom wine?"

Ning Qian was taken aback by his sudden request, and nodded subconsciously, her voice softer than usual.

"Um... okay, sure."

My junior brother's eyes crinkle when he smiles; it's so beautiful...

.......

A mountain breeze blew by, and the branches trembled.

A plum blossom in full bloom was blown down by a gentle breeze and fell into Ning Qian's outstretched palm.

Ning Qian stared blankly at the complete plum blossom in her palm...

.......

"It's good to be back."

Fang Xuan stretched out a big yawn, his gaze sweeping over the small courtyard, finally settling on the little rattan chair that he liked the most.

The rattan chair is still in the same spot, looking especially inviting in the afternoon sun...

He walked over and comfortably collapsed inside.

The warm sunlight shone on him, and Fang Xuan squinted his eyes.

......

But Ning Qian sensed something was amiss.

For some reason, she had a vague feeling that this little courtyard seemed... a little too quiet.

The sound of the stream is still the same, the sound of the wind is still the same, but it always feels like something is missing.

Occasionally, sparrows would land on the plum branches and chirp, or some bold small animals would rustle in the nearby grass.

But there's been no movement at all.

Unlike Fang Xuan, she didn't relax. Instead, she stood still, her cool gaze slowly sweeping over every corner of the courtyard.

The doors and windows of the bamboo house, the fence of the medicinal herb field, and even the bamboo forest on the other side of the stream.

His expression gradually became serious, and his fingertips twitched slightly.

"I'll go in and take a look," she said to Fang Xuan, who was sitting in the rattan chair, and then walked towards the main house.

Fang Xuan also sat up straight, his previous laziness dissipating, and his eyes showing a hint of alertness.

He casually adjusted his posture, but in reality, his spiritual energy was quietly circulating in his meridians, and his divine sense was cautiously probing his surroundings.

Ning Qian pushed open the door and entered the room.

The interior furnishings were exactly as they had been when she left.

The bed was neatly made, the table and chairs were dust-free, and even the few miscellaneous books she often read were still in their usual places.

She carefully examined the doors, windows, and floor, and even used her faint spiritual power to sense the lingering scent in the air.

There was no trace of strangers, and the restrictions had not been touched.

In short, there were no obvious abnormalities.

Everything... remains the same.

Is she really overthinking things?

Ning Qian frowned slightly; the unease in her heart had not completely dissipated.

Her intuition, especially the intuition gained after experiencing life-or-death crises, is often more valuable than what she sees.

She turned and walked out of the house, gently shaking her head at Fang Xuan to indicate that everything was alright inside.

Fang Xuan also breathed a slight sigh of relief. Perhaps it was because of the sudden battle with the Nascent Soul stage last time that he was now inevitably more cautious.

Just as he was about to slump back into the wicker chair, he heard footsteps outside the courtyard gate...

... .....

"Is Senior Brother Fang here? Is Senior Sister Ning here?"

It was the voice of an inner disciple from the main peak.

Ning Qian walked to the courtyard gate and asked in a cool tone, "What is it?"

The disciple outside seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and hurriedly said respectfully, "Greetings, Senior Sister Ning. This disciple has come on the orders of the Sect Master to deliver a message. The Sect Master requests that Senior Brother Fang Xuan go to the main hall of the main peak immediately, as he has important matters to discuss with him."

Main Peak Hall? Lu Qingsong?

Fang Xuan thought to himself.

They just got back, how did Lu Qingsong know?

He even went there immediately... This old guy's information network is a bit too good.

Ning Qian's brows furrowed even more.

Her voice was devoid of emotion: "Do you know what the sect leader wants?"

The disciple outside the door was clearly of low status, merely a messenger. Upon hearing this, he hesitated and said, "Reporting to Senior Sister Ning, this disciple...this disciple does not know."

"The elder who delivered the message looked serious and ordered his disciple to invite Senior Brother Fang as soon as possible."

Fang Xuan stood up and walked to Ning Qian's side.

Since Lu Qingsong has "invited" us, we can't refuse.

Hiding would only make you seem guilty.

He raised his voice and said to the door, "I know, I'll be there shortly."

"Yes, thank you, Senior Brother Fang! This disciple... this disciple will take his leave now."

Ning Qian looked at Fang Xuan and whispered, "Something's not right."

Lu Qingsong's summons at this time was not simply because he had important matters to inquire about.

It's very likely that they know something, or... this is all a setup.

Fang Xuan nodded; of course he knew something was wrong.

"I'll go check the situation and see how things go," Fang Xuan whispered to Ning Qian.

"Senior sister, you should stay in the courtyard, in case anything goes wrong..."

He had intended to say that they would play it by ear and leave if things got really bad.

But before he could finish speaking, Ning Qian interrupted him.

She raised her cool, clear eyes and looked directly into Fang Xuan's eyes.

"I want to go too."

"Senior sister, Lu Qingsong only called me..."

Fang Xuan tried to persuade her, not wanting his senior sister to take risks, especially since her cultivation level was only at the Golden Core stage.

Ning Qian seemed not to hear his polite refusal and directly reached out and grabbed Fang Xuan's wrist.

"I want to go too."

A mountain breeze blows, and the plum trees sway.

More petals fell softly...