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

In the stillness of the night, only the sound of the wind rustling through the bamboo leaves could be heard in the valley.

Fang Xuan sat cross-legged on the newly prepared bamboo bed and slowly circulated his spiritual energy according to the cultivation method.

This was the first time he had seriously practiced the original body's cultivation techniques since transmigrating. His main purpose was to familiarize himself with the spiritual energy circulation mode of this body and, incidentally, to see if he could get some of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth at night.

The effect... was mediocre at best.

After all, he was already at the half-step Void Core stage, so this kind of basic Qi-inducing method could hardly increase his cultivation level; it was more for calming the mind and focusing the spirit.

[It's midnight! Daily task settlement and reward distribution will begin...]

Fang Xuan immediately opened his eyes and began to look forward to it.

Settlement complete.

[Analysis of Today's Discipline Behavior:]

[1. Successfully receiving the props given by the master and showing gratitude and affection conforms to the etiquette of a sex slave receiving a gift from their master.]

[2. Successfully obtained permission to live close to its owner, creating a more convenient environment for serving.]

Overall assessment: Today's training progress was slow, but the basic environment was adequate.

[Based on the conversion rate of the trained value, the reward is: 0.02 pieces of Spirit Power Bun.]

[Please reflect on your performance today, and strive for even greater interaction and service tomorrow!]

Fang Xuan: "..."

He looked at the pitiful crumbs of steamed bun in his consciousness space, which were even less than yesterday.

I feel a bit of tightness in my chest...

0.02 pieces of bread crumbs?

Is there any hope left for us? I can't take it anymore.

0.02... That's not even enough to fill a tooth gap.

He sighed, resignedly took out the crumbs of steamed bun from the system space, and popped them into his mouth.

Yes, it's still that pure spiritual energy, but the amount is too small.

It felt like drinking a sip of plain water diluted with spiritual energy; my cultivation level remained completely unchanged.

"Well, even a mosquito's leg is meat..."

He consoled himself, thinking that at least he had managed to have a late-night snack.

I yawned again, and sleepiness washed over me.

"The task is arduous and the road ahead is long... I'll go to sleep first and fight again tomorrow."

He muttered to himself and soon drifted off to sleep.

In his dream, countless plump, white, spiritually-infused steamed buns swirled around him.

Ning Qian held the whip and watched coldly from the side...a complete mess.

.......

the next morning.

Fang Xuan groggily got up and opened the window.

As dawn broke, the mist still lingered in the valley.

Not far away, on an open space, Ning Qian had already gotten up and was practicing her sword.

Fang Xuan got up and washed up.

I splashed the cold stream water on my face and woke up completely.

He didn't disturb Ning Qian, but instead walked to a clearing in the bamboo grove a little further away from the bamboo house.

The ancient, jet-black sword lay quietly in his hand.

I haven't had a chance to test the sword properly since I got it. After all, it's a top-tier holy weapon, and it would be a lie to say I wasn't excited. Now is the perfect time.

He first recalled the sword techniques that the direct descendants of the Fang family were required to learn, as recorded in the original owner's memories.

Taking a deep breath, Fang Xuan gripped the sword hilt and slowly channeled his spiritual energy into it.

He forced himself to finish the sword technique, and even his forehead was slightly sweaty; the sword was too heavy.

"really......"

Fang Xuan sheathed his sword and gently stroked the blade.

Although it's sealed now, its essence remains.

Moreover, this feeling of "a heavy sword without an edge, great skill without artifice" inexplicably suited his taste.

I recall the scattered descriptions of this sword in the original work.

This ancient sword, later known as "Silence," became awe-inspiring in Ning Qian's hands.

The original work mentioned its characteristics, which can be summed up in one word—hard!

It is not sharp, not agile, nor does it contain any laws or supernatural powers; it is simply pure, extreme hardness.

It is so tough that it can ignore most magical shields and even shatter magical treasures of the same or higher level.

Extremely domineering.

This perfectly matches Ning Qian's compassionate nature later in the story...

......

Thinking of this, Fang Xuan smiled calmly, feeling not only no disappointment but also more excited.

He liked this simple and straightforward approach and planned to call it "Second Brother" from now on.

I hope it can be as hard as my second brother, but that's probably a bit difficult...

After all, his second brother was invincible.

.......

After testing his sword, Fang Xuan glanced at the sky; it was time to go to class.

As a newly initiated disciple, you need to attend lectures at the Sword Sharpening Hall near the main hall of Sword Peak every day for the first month.

Learn the sect's history, rules, basic knowledge, and some general theories of cultivation.

This is a tradition of the Qingyun Sect, aimed at helping new disciples quickly integrate into the sect and solidify their foundation, and usually lasts for more than half a month.

He greeted Ning Qian, who was still practicing her sword, saying, "Senior Sister, I'm going to the Sword Sharpening Hall."

Ning Qian stopped what she was doing, wiped her sweat, and nodded: "Okay, be careful on the road."

She paused, then added, "If anyone makes things difficult for you like yesterday... don't force yourself, your senior sister will support you..."

She had obviously heard about what happened on the mountain path yesterday, but probably only half of it.

Fang Xuan smiled and said, "Don't worry, Senior Sister, I know what I'm doing."

.......

As Fang Xuan once again set foot on the path leading to the main hall, he clearly sensed that the way people looked at him had changed.

When the inner disciples saw him, their eyes no longer held simple awe; instead, they held a complex mix of emotions.

Although the whispers were kept very low, Fang Xuan's hearing still allowed him to catch some of them:

"Look, Senior Brother Fang is here..."

"I heard he was punished by Peak Master Shen yesterday; he lost two months' worth of resources and now has to deal with that Ning Qian..."

"Really? This is only the second day of training? That's terrible..."

"It's probably Senior Sister Shen... Sigh, let's not talk about it anymore, this senior brother is ruthless..."

"Being punished on the very first day, my days at Sword Peak are probably going to be tough..."

"Shh, he's looking over here..."

Fang Xuan swept a single indifferent glance over them, and the disciples who had been huddled together and whispering instantly fell silent.

He lowered his head and hurried away.

Fang Xuan sneered inwardly.

The news seems to have spread quickly; Shen Qingqing has probably publicized quite a bit about his punishment of being sent to Ning Qian's place to suffer.

Is the intention to suppress him through public opinion and isolate him?

childish.

He ignored the flies and went straight to the Sword Sharpening Hall, located behind the Hidden Edge Hall.

This is a rather spacious hall, furnished like a school, with dozens of prayer cushions.

At this moment, twenty or thirty new disciples had arrived, some from the inner sect and some from the outer sect, sitting in a clearly defined manner.

Upon seeing Fang Xuan enter, and especially upon noticing the cyan sword tassel at his waist, all eyes instantly focused on him.

Curiosity, scrutiny, envy, jealousy... and so on.

Fang Xuan remained expressionless, found a futon near the front but not in the center, sat down, closed his eyes to rest, and shut out those gazes.

Before long, a middle-aged monk dressed in a steward's robes and with a serious expression walked in.

His gaze swept across the entire room, lingering briefly on Fang Xuan before he began today's lecture.

"Today, I will speak of the founding principles of our Qingyun Sect, and the most important of our sect's rules and regulations..."

The voice was loud, but the content was rather dry.

It's simply about how brilliant the founder of the Qingyun Sect was, and how hard his predecessors worked to establish the foundation in the Southern Wilderness.

And how strict the sect rules are, how disciples should respect their teachers, unite with their fellow disciples, and slay demons and monsters, etc.

Finding the conversation uninteresting, Fang Xuan began to meditate, guiding his Qi into his body.

The deacon giving the lecture seemed to notice his absent-mindedness, but after glancing at his personal sword tassel, he ultimately said nothing.

Disciples taught by their own masters are more of a formality than a genuine student attending classes.

The one-hour morning class ended quickly.

The deacon announced the end of the session, and the disciples rose to their feet.

Fang Xuan also prepared to leave and return to continue his training mission.

But he had only taken a few steps out of the Sword Sharpening Hall when a deliberately soft voice rang out behind him:

"Junior Brother Fang, wait a moment."

Fang Xuan paused, but didn't turn around; instead, a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

What was bound to happen, has finally happened...