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

Lu Qingsong, like a dying dog, struggled to crawl out from the cracks in the mountain ruins.

He had countless broken bones throughout his body, and every movement brought excruciating pain, with blood constantly spilling from his mouth.

But his eyes were fixed on Fang Xuan, who was being held in Ning Qian's arms not far away.

"Cough cough... Ha... Hahaha!"

He grinned, revealing his blood-stained mouth, and let out a maniacal laugh.

"Fang Xuan! I should have... I should have crushed you the day I entered the sect!!!"

He hated himself! He hated himself for playing those games of checks and balances! If he had acted sooner, this disaster would not have happened.

The Qingyun Sect's millennia-old foundation was destroyed by a mere youth who had only been a disciple for less than half a year!

He struggled, using his only remaining intact hand to crawl little by little towards Fang Xuan and Ning Qian.

Even if it means mutual destruction.

......

A shoe covered in dust and blood gently stepped on his crawling hand.

"Click."

The sound of bones breaking rang out.

Lu Qingsong screamed in agony.

Ning Qian looked down at him, a few strands of her blood-stained hair falling down her cheeks. The tear stains and bloodstains on her face had dried, leaving only indifference.

Those eyes, once as clear and cold as a deep pool, occasionally rippling with gentle waves, were now unfathomable, devoid of any emotion.

"On him..."

Ning Qian spoke, her voice remaining calm and even.

"Every wound I've suffered."

She paused, then pressed down slightly with her feet.

"Click, click..."

Lu Qingsong's entire arm bones shattered inch by inch.

"I'll take it all, a hundredfold... and repay you."

There were no hysterical roars, no teeth-gritting curses.

It was this extremely bland statement that terrified Lu Qingsong to the extreme.

He had no doubt that the woman before him could do exactly what she said she would do!

They will use the cruelest methods to torture him a thousand times over, making him wish he were dead!

"No...no...help me! Help me!!!"

Lu Qingsong finally broke down. He turned around and looked at the peak masters and elders who were watching in fear.

Ning Qian stomped on his throat bone, crushing it.

......

The peak masters and elders nearby exchanged glances, their faces filled with struggle.

Lu Qingsong was, after all, the sect leader, but... the methods that the woman holding Fang Xuan had just displayed had clearly exceeded their comprehension!

Even the withered bone ancestor, who was at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, was easily wiped out by her!

Just as they hesitated whether to step forward, Ning Qian's bloodshot eyes swept over them indifferently.

His gaze was cold and indifferent, as if sweeping over a pile of insignificant stones.

Everyone who was in the eye of his gaze shivered.

They all lowered their heads, avoiding eye contact, and some even subconsciously took a few steps back.

No one dared to make a move.

The last glimmer of hope in Lu Qingsong's eyes was extinguished, turning into utter ashes and despair.

He glared venomously at Ning Qian, then suddenly gave a bitter laugh, his voice strange from the cracking in his throat: "Fine...fine...I, Lu Qingsong...surrender..."

He suddenly mustered all his remaining spiritual energy and reversed his heart meridian.

"puff--!"

A large mouthful of primordial essence blood gushed out.

The light in Lu Qingsong's eyes quickly dimmed, and he died.

The scene was deathly silent.

Only the sound of the wind blowing through the ruins could be heard.

Ning Qian didn't look at Lu Qingsong's corpse again, as if she had just stepped on a troublesome insect.

She moved her feet away, bent down again, and focused all her attention back on Fang Xuan in her arms.

His breathing became weaker and his body temperature dropped lower and lower.

She carefully picked Fang Xuan up again, using her remaining spiritual power to protect his heart meridian as much as possible, and turned to leave.

The surviving elders around instinctively made way for them, and no one dared to block them or even breathe loudly.

Ning Qian carried Fang Xuan as they walked step by step through the devastated ruins.

Sunlight pierced through the lingering smoke and dust, casting its light on her blood-stained back.

.......

Fragments of memory, amidst the extreme pain in my heart... flashed inappropriately.

She remembered that sunny afternoon in the Sword Peak Valley.

The junior brother excitedly pulled him along, pointing to the few plum trees that hadn't yet blossomed: "Senior sister, when the plum blossoms bloom, teach me how to make plum blossom wine!"

She simply responded with a curt "Mmm," but in her heart she was thinking that brewing wine required a lot of sugar, and she might not have enough spirit stones...

She remembered how he would always come over with a grin, acting all silly, saying things that made her blush, and doing things that seemed offensive yet were done with great care.

She remembered the first time he secretly slipped her a string of candied hawthorns, the sugar coating glistening and the hawthorns bright red.

That was the first time in all her lifetimes that someone had bought her candied hawthorns.

It was very sweet, almost cloyingly sweet, but she ate it all in small bites...

She remembered him standing in front of her, turning back to smile at her, and saying, "Senior sister, I'll take you away."

He added, "As for my senior sister... it wasn't just a coincidence."

"I like... my senior sister the most."

......

A suffocating pain shot through my chest.

It is more painful than having one's spiritual bones dug out, more painful than being betrayed and abandoned by everyone in previous lives, and dying and losing one's spiritual essence.

Ning Qian lowered her head and gently rubbed her face against Fang Xuan's cool forehead, her movements extremely tender.

She will never let anyone... hurt him again.

.......

Just as Ning Qian was carrying Fang Xuan and about to leave the area of ​​the main peak ruins—

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

......

Suddenly, dozens of whooshing sounds came from the distant horizon.

Immediately afterwards, waves of incomparably powerful Nascent Soul cultivator pressure swept in like a tsunami.

There were dozens of them! Some of them were even more profound and terrifying than the previous Old Ancestor of Withered Bones!

These oppressive auras, filled with obvious anger and anxiety, firmly locked onto this area, especially Fang Xuan in Ning Qian's arms!

Friend or foe?

Ning's pupils constricted slightly.

She was in extremely poor condition at the moment, and Fang Xuan was on the verge of death; they absolutely could not afford to get into another bitter battle.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ning Qian hugged Fang Xuan tightly with her left hand, gripped the black sword firmly with her right hand, and slashed it fiercely at the void in front of her.

"Sizzle—!"

A narrow spatial rift appeared immediately.

Ning Qian stopped looking at the dozens of terrifying auras rapidly approaching behind her, and, holding Fang Xuan, stepped into the spatial rift.

The crack behind her quickly closed up and disappeared, as if it had never existed.

Only the master of those few dozen Nascent Soul stage auras appeared in the sky above the ruins.

Their faces turned extremely grim as they stared at the empty ruins and the vanished spatial trace.

"Chase! Use all tracking tools!"

The leader, an elderly man with white hair and beard standing on end, shouted angrily.

.......

......

Central China in March.

It was mid-spring, and the air was warm and inviting.

Sunlight filters through layers of new green leaves.

The stream babbles and the birds sing sweetly.

Inside a simple yet clean and tidy bamboo house.

Fang Xuan's eyelids twitched a few times.

Consciousness gradually rose to the surface.

His eyelids felt as heavy as lead, but he still managed to lift them little by little, creating a small opening.

The blinding sunlight rushed in instantly, causing him to furrow his brow uncomfortably and instinctively raise his hand to shield his eyes.

The thought had just arisen—

"Um....!"

Wow, this is so awesome!

With difficulty, I turned my eyes, and my blurry vision gradually focused.

An unfamiliar bamboo roof and simple beams and pillars.

Beneath her was a hard wooden bed with a thin mattress, carrying that faint yet familiar cool fragrance.

Where is this...?

Where is my senior sister?

His last memory was of the world turning upside down and blood spreading after he unleashed that sword strike.

And... my senior sister's tearful eyes.

Is she... very sad?

......

Just as I was about to get out of bed, another wave of pleasure washed over me.

Only then did he belatedly "remember"—oh right, he seemed to have asked the system to turn the sensory conversion to the maximum level because he was afraid he couldn't bear the intense pain.

That's why it felt so good?

Fang Xuan: "..."

This damn system always manages to surprise him in unexpected ways.

However, he was afraid that if he drove it for too long, he would start to become strange.

He immediately gave the order in his mind, "System, shut down sensory switching."

[Sensory switching mode is now off.]

"Um.....!!!"

He clenched his teeth tightly, his vision blurred, and he almost suffocated.

"System, system, hurry, hurry, start it up!"

.......