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

Outside the palace, on the plaza.

The stench of blood had already spread...

Ning Qian held an ordinary spirit sword in one hand.

The sword tip pointed diagonally at the ground, and fresh blood dripped slowly down the spine of the sword, blooming into dazzling red plum blossoms on the bluestone slab.

She was breathing slightly heavily, and her plain white dress was stained with mottled blood, but it was all the enemy's.

That aloof face remained expressionless, but his eyes were even colder than usual.

Around her lay seven or eight corpses, three of which emanated the residual spiritual pressure unique to Nascent Soul stage cultivators, their deaths gruesome.

Further away, four or five Nascent Soul elders, all wounded, surrounded her in shock and anger, but dared not approach her easily.

Just now, they were only secretly monitoring Ning Qian.

Unexpectedly, Ning Qian suddenly launched an attack, and her actions were extremely decisive. In just a few moves, she killed three fellow Nascent Soul cultivators who tried to stop her.

The sword intent he displayed was so fierce that it was completely unlike that of a Golden Core cultivator!

"Witch! How dare you commit such atrocities in front of the Sect Master's Hall! Slaughtering your fellow disciples!"

An elderly man with white hair and beard shouted sternly.

Ning Qian didn't even raise her eyes; she simply flicked her spirit sword, and the blood droplets on the blade flew out in an arc.

Fang Xuan bears the mark she placed on him.

She could clearly sense Fang Xuan's aura inside the hall. Although it fluctuated violently, it remained stable, and he was not in any danger.

Compared to Lu Qingsong inside the hall, the truly formidable opponents were the elders of the Qingyun Sect...

But cleaning it up now... is probably for the best.

To avoid future trouble.

The reason why Qingyun Sect was able to maintain such rich spiritual energy in the relatively spiritually scarce Southern Wilderness was because of a "Mysterious Spirit Stone" that was passed down from ancient times deep in the forbidden area.

This was one of the resources she planned to take with her after returning from Zhongzhou.

It seems the plan needs to be brought forward.

Although it will cost some money to forcibly take the Xuanling Stone, it's worth it.

"Attack together! Capture this vixen and hand her over to the sect leader for punishment!"

Another elder with a sinister face shouted, inciting the crowd.

The remaining Nascent Soul elders exchanged glances, though they were intimidated by the terrifying strength Ning Qian had just displayed.

But remembering the sect leader's orders and their numerical advantage, they gritted their teeth and prepared to encircle them again.

But before they could even make a move—

"A bunch of useless trash! You can't even handle a Golden Core cultivator girl, what use are you!"

A cold, imposing shout came from behind.

An old man dressed in a simple gray robe, with a withered face, appeared at the edge of the square like a ghost.

His aura was restrained yet intense, causing all the Nascent Soul elders present to feel a suffocating pressure.

Early stage of Nascent Soul!

He is one of the Supreme Elders of the Qingyun Sect who has been in seclusion for many years and does not concern himself with worldly affairs!

The gray-robed old man's cloudy gaze swept over the corpses of his fellow disciples on the ground, finally settling on Ning Qian.

His eyes were devoid of any emotion, only icy indifference, as if he were looking at a dead object.

"Youngster, surrender now, and I'll leave you with a whole corpse."

Ning Qian finally raised her eyes and looked at the Nascent Soul elder.

There was still no fear in his cool eyes; instead, a hint of weariness flashed across them.

Really noisy.

She didn't want to waste any more time.

My junior brother is still waiting inside the hall...

........

"Hmph! Overestimating yourself!"

The old man in the gray robe snorted coldly, raised his withered hand, and spread his five fingers.

He was too lazy to even use his magic tools when he was at the Nascent Soul stage versus the Golden Core stage.

......

Just a quarter of an hour later...

Ning Qian loosened the hilt of her sword and casually tossed the old man's corpse aside...

However, she also had several wounds on her body, which were constantly oozing blood.

His spiritual energy was nearly depleted, and his right hand, which was holding the sword, trembled slightly uncontrollably.

The remaining Nascent Soul elders were already terrified, looking at Ning Qian as if she were a demon crawling out of hell.

"Witch...witch! You'll die a horrible death!"

"Once my grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion, I will tear you to pieces! I will extract your soul and refine it!"

They cursed loudly but were actually cowardly, yet dared not take a single step forward.

Ning Qian slowly raised her still trembling hand, her fingertips struggling to gather the last trace of sword intent, and slashed through the air at the old man who was cursing the most.

"laugh!"

The old man's cursing stopped abruptly, a line of blood appeared on his neck, and he fell backward with his eyes wide open.

The others immediately fell silent, scrambling back to a greater distance, no longer daring to utter a sound.

Ning Qian stopped looking at them and instead turned her gaze to the crumbling main hall, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes.

Junior brother...

........

Inside the hall.

The battle has reached a fever pitch.

Fang Xuan was covered in blood, and his disciple's robes were tattered, revealing deep, bone-revealing wounds underneath.

But he still stood straight, his black sword as steady as a rock, and with each swing, he could cut through several sharp spiritual attacks.

Lu Qingsong was in no better shape; his hair was disheveled and his sect leader robes were tattered.

But Fang Xuan wasn't capable of truly harming him.

His face was ashen, his eyes filled with unbelievable rage and a hint of unease.

Why?!

This kid's spiritual power level is only at the Nascent Soul stage, so how come he can fight against him, a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, for so long without being defeated?!

Although he used most of his spiritual power to maintain the Spirit-Sealing Array that sealed off the space.

He knew that Fang Xuan's background was not simple.

Therefore, in order to prevent Fang Xuan's family from sensing the movement and sending people to help, this place must be locked down.

Even so, the power he used far exceeded that of an ordinary early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator!

What frustrated him the most was that black sword!

No matter what type of spiritual power he used to attack, as soon as he got close to the sword, he would be directly cut in half by a tyrannical and unreasonable force.

The kid's defense and recovery abilities were also ridiculously strong. Many attacks that were enough to seriously injure or even kill someone of the same level would only leave him with deep wounds.

Moreover, these wounds are healing rapidly!

This... "I'm really not a masochist" trait... is surprisingly useful.

Fang Xuan sighed inwardly, wiping away the blood that kept spilling from the corner of his mouth, and feeling the rapid repair power brought about by the frantic operation of the incomplete scroll of cultivation technique within his body.

And the system occasionally pops up notifications such as "[Host has been detected to be under high-intensity attack, resilience has increased, training value +...]".

.......

Lu Qingsong's frustration grew as he failed to gain the upper hand.

He roared, no longer caring about the energy expenditure, and formed hand seals, his spiritual power surging wildly around him.

At the top of the main hall, a giant sword shadow ten feet long materialized, carrying a terrifying power that could cleave the heavens and the earth, and slashed down at Fang Xuan!

Fang Xuan's eyes sharpened. Without flinching or dodging, he poured his spiritual power into the black sword without reservation.

The black sword emitted a low, resonant hum, and the layer of dark sword energy that devoured light on its blade suddenly surged.

He gripped the sword with both hands and cleaved the sky upwards!

"boom!!!!!!!"

"Snap!"

The first crack appeared on the illusory image of the Heavenly Sword, and then it spread rapidly!

The combined strain of maintaining the formation and unleashing the killing move, along with the backlash of power, left Lu Qingsong with a livid face.

Fang Xuan was also thrown backward by the recoil, crashing hard into a half-collapsed pillar before sliding to the ground.

The black sword flew out of his hand and stuck in the ground not far away.

Upon seeing this, a ruthless glint flashed in Lu Qingsong's eyes, and he pointed his fingers like a sword.

Fang Xuan continued to reach for the sword with his right wrist!

He wants to cripple this kid's reliance first!

"laugh!"

The sword energy precisely sliced ​​across Fang Xuan's wrist, leaving a trail of blood, almost severing his right hand at the wrist!

Fang Xuan groaned, his right hand falling limply to his side.

Damn it, I don't dare drive someone with this kind of constitution.

...It felt a little too good.

.......

Just as a sinister smile appeared on Lu Qingsong's face, Fang Xuan, seemingly oblivious to the pain, swiftly extended his left hand and grabbed the hilt of the black sword stuck in the ground.

Then, to Lu Qingsong's astonishment, Fang Xuan held the sword in his left hand.

He swung the black sword like a heavy hammer, slamming it down hard on Lu Qingsong, who had just regained his footing.

Yun Chang smashes again!

"Bang!!!"

Caught off guard, Lu Qingsong was struck squarely in the chest by the side of the sword, sending him flying backward once again.

Fang Xuan himself was also aggravated by the violent exertion, and he had to kneel on the ground, using the black sword to support his body so that he would not fall.

He was covered in blood, his right wrist was badly injured, and his face was ashen white.

But those eyes still held an almost indifferent calm as they looked up at Lu Qingsong, who was struggling to get up in the distance.

That gaze sent a chill down Lu Qingsong's spine for the first time, a feeling far exceeding his own cultivation level.

"Ha... Hahaha!" Lu Qingsong coughed up blood, but laughed wildly, appearing completely insane.

"Okay! Kid, you can definitely do it! But that's about it!"

He could tell that Fang Xuan was at his limit, and his injuries were so severe that he could collapse at any moment.

Although he himself had also consumed a great deal of spiritual energy, he still had the foundation of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Once I capture you, extract your soul, and search your memories, all your secrets and opportunities will belong to me! Including your family... I will go after them one by one and slaughter them all! To avenge today's humiliation!"

Lu Qingsong roared, his eyes filled with resentment and venom.

He walked towards Fang Xuan step by step, his steps were a little unsteady, but his killing intent was more intense than ever before.

Fang Xuan watched him approach, his face still expressionless.

He was just silently calculating in his mind.

almost.

They maintained this "Spirit-Suppressing Array" for so long, and then went through such a high-intensity battle.

Lu Qingsong's spiritual power should also be nearing its limit, which will inevitably weaken his control over the formation.

Besides, outside... Senior Sister should have almost finished dealing with it, right?

He gripped the black sword tightly in his left hand, as if he wanted to make one last desperate attempt.

Seeing this, Lu Qingsong sneered and raised his hand again, slashing a sword aura at Fang Xuan's left arm, wanting to completely cripple his ability to resist.

Just then.

On the index finger of his left hand, a seemingly ordinary storage ring flashed with a faint light.

An antique-looking token appeared in his palm.

Then, he crushed it with his last bit of strength.

......

Wait until he gets someone to beat you to a pulp.

.......