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

The main peak soars into the clouds.

Amidst the swirling clouds and mist, the majestic hall gradually came into view.

We soon arrived at the square in front of the palace.

The palace gates were wide open.

Ning Qian subconsciously took half a step forward, subtly blocking Fang Xuan half a body length behind her.

The mountain breeze blew through her plain white dress and long hair.

Nothing happened...

But it was so quiet... a little too quiet.

"Senior sister, I'll go take a look."

Fang Xuan said in a low voice, his tone still relatively relaxed.

Don't be too nervous. If he can't beat him, he can still outrun him.

Moreover, he also had the dragon scales given to him by Lu Qingsong.

If all else fails, he has plenty of life-saving items in his storage ring; at worst, he can call in thugs.

However, he didn't want to get involved with his family so early.

After all, he's wearing a body double; if they find something's wrong, they could just use a soul search and be done for.

Ahem... What if he accidentally lets the original owner of this body get eaten by the deer...?

He actually tried to rob it, but he failed...

.......

Ning Qian simply gave Fang Xuan a deep look.

"Mmm." She finally responded with a soft "Mmm." "If anything goes wrong, be sure to come out and hide behind your senior sister."

......

She couldn't imagine it.

If something happens to Fang Xuan.

She was left all alone, back in that cold, hopeless cycle...

There are no junior brothers...

She was always the only one, aimlessly wandering.

.......

Inside the hall.

Directly in front, on the main seat of the high platform, a figure sat upright.

It was none other than Lu Qingsong, the sect leader of the Qingyun Sect.

When he saw Fang Xuan enter, he still had a warm smile on his face, but he spoke through gritted teeth.

"Junior Nephew Fang is back? How come so quickly? Did he run into some trouble?"

Fang Xuan simply looked at him indifferently, his face expressionless.

Lu Qingsong's acting is terrible.

Deep within those seemingly gentle eyes, a surging, icy hatred almost overflowed.

He was no longer going to pretend.

Let's test the waters first; after all, it's always better to strike first.

Fang Xuan didn't waste any words or respond to Lu Qingsong's concern, holding the black sword in his hand.

next moment--

"Buzz!"

The sword trembled slightly, and a cold and fierce sword aura instantly erupted.

In an instant, hundreds of sword energies shot towards Lu Qingsong from all directions.

Despite the sudden attack, Lu Qingsong's smile remained unchanged.

"A trivial skill."

He casually raised one hand.

Those hundreds of sharp sword energies were all shattered by the spiritual power and vanished into thin air.

The control and quality of spiritual power of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator completely overwhelmed Fang Xuan's attacks.

Lu Qingsong slowly withdrew his hand, dusted off non-existent dust, and his face once again revealed that all-controlling smile.

This time, however, his smile held an undisguised contempt.

"Junior Nephew Fang, don't get so angry. These little tricks are meaningless."

He spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Crushing you is not much harder for me than crushing an ant."

Before he could finish speaking, something unexpected happened.

A blurry black afterimage had silently appeared directly above Lu Qingsong's head without him even noticing.

Fang Xuan, wielding the black sword, had already brought it down!

Yun Chang - Heavy Slash!

"clang--!!!"

A deafening roar, like two mountain peaks colliding, suddenly echoed through the hall.

Wherever the aftershocks passed, the layers of jade slabs on the ground were lifted up and shattered.

The tall pillar was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

The protective spiritual energy that Lu Qingsong hastily gathered above his head was shattered as easily as paper.

He was hit head-on and flew backward as a blurry streak of light.

With a deafening roar, it smashed through three massive pillars that would take two people to encircle.

It slammed into the hard wall behind it again, flying hundreds of meters before its momentum finally stopped.

The entire magnificent main hall shook violently under the impact, and several huge cracks appeared.

Amidst the swirling dust, Lu Qingsong broke free from the rubble of the wall, landed back on the ground, and staggered before regaining his balance.

His hair ornament had long since flown away, and his long hair was now draped down, covering half of his face.

He raised his head, his eyes, hidden among his disheveled hair, fixed intently on Fang Xuan, who remained standing in the same spot, sword in hand.

His eyes were filled with disbelief, horror, and rage.

Impossible, he's only at the Golden Core stage!

This spiritual power... is almost at the Nascent Soul stage?

Fang Xuan didn't speak, but simply flicked away non-existent dust from the sword.

"Good! Good! Good!" Lu Qingsong said "good" three times in a row. With each "good," his aura surged and the killing intent in his eyes intensified.

"Fang Xuan! I admit, you are the most terrifyingly talented person I have ever seen in hundreds of years! Without a doubt!"

He suddenly raised his hand, and his long, loose hair moved on its own even without wind.

The true pressure of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator erupted without reservation.

"But! So what!"

With each word he uttered, the tremors in the hall intensified!

Terrifying spiritual energy converged wildly around him.

As soon as he finished speaking, several array patterns instantly lit up on the floor and dome of the main hall.

As the light swirled, a powerful spatial sealing force spread out, instantly isolating the interior of the hall from the outside world.

Almost the instant the formation was activated, Fang Xuan also tried to crush a rune jade tablet that could teleport through space.

This was one of his prepared escape routes.

The jade pendant shattered upon impact, but the expected spatial fluctuation only rippled briefly before vanishing without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

It was useless as expected.

This array is specifically designed to seal off space; it is of extremely high quality, and ordinary methods of breaking through space are completely ineffective.

Lu Qingsong's voice came through the violent spiritual pressure, carrying a chilling killing intent.

"I have been at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm for over two hundred years! My foundation and methods are far beyond what a mere brat like you, who only managed to advance through sheer luck, can compare to!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already made his move.

Without using any more probing moves, he went straight for a full-force attack.

Inside the main hall, countless enormous rocks materialized out of thin air, each weighing over ten thousand jin and carrying terrifying spiritual power capable of collapsing mountains and destroying peaks.

Then, like meteorites falling from the sky, they crashed down on Fang Xuan from all directions.

At the same time, a heavy gravitational field descended, attempting to bind Fang Xuan firmly to the spot and force him to withstand the rain of stones.

Fang Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly.

Veteran cultivators are indeed difficult to deal with.

This technique of combining spiritual energy transformation with field suppression is quite powerful.

He wasn't planning to leave; he wanted to finish off Lu Qingsong right there.

Madness? Maybe.

But since he dared to draw his sword, he had no intention of backing down.

Faced with this terrifying attack that could crush even an ordinary early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator into a pulp, Fang Xuan remained standing in place.

His face was expressionless; it was just his nature.

He simply held up the black sword in his hand, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground.

The mountain wind blew into the dilapidated hall, stirring up the dust and ruffling his black hair, which was now completely disheveled due to his broken hair ribbon.

His hair was disheveled, obscuring part of his profile.

"......"

His lips moved slightly, as if he were silently uttering two words.

Then, the sword moved.