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

Senior sister...where did you bring him?

He tried to sense the state of his body.

They dared not easily mobilize their spiritual power.

The newly formed meridians and dantian may not be able to withstand the impact of the full-force circulation of spiritual energy and need time to be nurtured and adapted.

We need to seal the spiritual energy and take it slowly...

He condensed a sword intent at his fingertips, and after feeling the heart-pounding power within it, he was very satisfied.

He had finally mastered the sword intent, and it was terrifyingly powerful.

He really is a genius.

.......

I don't know how long I was unconscious.

It seems like it should only take a day or two, right?

Feeling really bored lying down, I got up and got out of bed.

I walked to the window and pushed open the small bamboo window.

More light rushed in instantly.

Fang Xuan squinted as the sunlight stung his eyes, raising his bandaged hand to shield them.

I don't know why, but all the injuries on my body have healed, except for the bandages on my hands.

What comes into view is a lush and verdant valley.

The stream meanders, and the outline of the town can be seen in the distance.

Nearby is a small medicinal herb field, where some tender green seedlings have just sprouted.

His gaze then became fixed again.

Because not far from the window, several lush trees were blooming with unknown pale pink flowers, swaying gently in the wind.

The trees... are green? And they're even in bloom?

His last memory was of the Qingyun Sect, and it seemed to have been... the dead of winter?

No way... how long was he unconscious?

Isn't it just a day or two?

He put down the bandaged hand, his mind a jumble of thoughts.

What happened to the Qingyun Sect in the end?

Is the patriarch dead? What about those peak masters and elders? Is that bastard Lu Qingsong dead or not?

.......

He sat back down on the edge of the bed and called upon the system in his mind.

The first thing that catches the eye is a mountain of spiritual energy buns piled up in the corner of the system space.

A quick glance revealed at least several thousand, piled up like a small hill.

Fang Xuan: "???"

What happened?

Did the system automatically generate steamed buns while he was in a coma?

With a head full of questions, he opened the system's history notification and started scrolling up.

The records are densely packed and seem to span a long period of time.

[Detected that Master Ning Qian forcibly kissed sex slave Fang Xuan. The host was unable to resist. Behavior judgment: Deep intimate contact and domination. Training value +10!]

[Ding! Detected that Master Ning Qian is making intimate full-body contact with sex slave Fang Xuan, and the host is unable to resist. Behavior judgment: Deep possession, training value +8!]

[Ding! Detected...]

Similar records appeared one after another.

Fang Xuan looked at the statistic of "x6695 times" and didn't know what to say.

...I can't resist...How can I resist?

6695 times... Senior sister, how many times did you do while I was unconscious...?

.......

Pushing open the door of the bamboo house, it creaked open.

It is indeed a secluded valley, smaller than the one at Jianfeng, but with pleasant scenery.

Not far away was the medicinal herb field he had just seen, planted with seedlings of herbs he didn't recognize.

Next to the bamboo house, there is a small patch of cultivated land, empty, probably because they haven't decided what to plant yet.

"Puji, puji."

A small, dark creature sprang out from the nearby bushes and hopped closer.

It seemed to want to rub against Fang Xuan's leg, but he casually kicked it away.

Little Black was kicked and rolled twice, but it wasn't angry. It shook its round body and then jumped to the side to play by itself.

Fang Xuan ignored it and glanced around the yard.

Ning Qian was not seen.

There are a few potted plants by the windowsill, so it probably isn't my senior's yard.

My senior sister wouldn't grow flowers; she prefers to grow potatoes.

.......

He couldn't find his senior sister, and he couldn't stand it anymore.

Faint sounds of noise drifted from the distant town.

Should we go to town and look for it?

That's perfect, he also wanted to find out what kind of place this was.

.......

The town is not far from the valley; it takes about fifteen minutes to walk to the town entrance.

The town is small, with bluestone-paved roads and tiled and wooden houses of varying heights on both sides, with some signs and banners hanging on them.

The streets were bustling with people, mostly ordinary folks dressed in coarse cloth and carrying loads on their shoulders.

Fang Xuan was dressed in simple white clothes. Although he was wrapped in bandages and his face was a little pale, his outstanding appearance and upright posture still made him stand out in this small town.

It attracted many curious glances.

He didn't care much about the stares, and walked slowly down the street, curiously looking around.

The clanging of blacksmith's hammer in the blacksmith's shop, the haggling of women in the cloth shop, the laughter of children chasing each other...

There seemed to be no cultivators here; at least, he didn't sense any obvious fluctuations in spiritual energy.

As I walked, I suddenly smelled an enticing aroma of roasting.

He followed the smell and found a small street stall.

He touched his pockets... and sure enough, he was penniless.

Forget about spirit stones, they didn't even have a single ordinary copper coin.

Just as he was feeling regretful, a little boy carrying two freshly bought sesame seed cakes skipped and hopped past him, his face beaming with happiness.

Fang Xuan squatted down with a grin and waved to the little boy.

"Come here, your uncle will show you a magic trick."

The little boy stopped, looked at him curiously, then at the sesame seed cake in his hand, and became a little wary.

Fang Xuan extended his bandaged finger and gently tapped the sesame seed cake in his left hand: "Look, you have two sesame seed cakes, wow—"

The little boy instinctively followed his movement and looked at his left hand.

"Now, it's one!"

Fang Xuan withdrew his hand.

The little boy was startled and looked down.

My right hand was indeed empty, leaving only the sesame seed cake in my left hand!

His eyes widened, his mouth formed an "O" shape, he looked at Fang Xuan, then at his empty right hand, his face full of disbelief.

"Alright, the magic trick is over. Go home and find your mom."

Fang Xuan patted his head; it felt quite nice. He then gently pushed him away.

The little boy was still in shock and mumbled an "oh" in a daze.

Then, holding the remaining sesame seed cake, he walked away, turning back every few steps, seemingly still wondering how his sesame seed cake had disappeared.

Fang Xuan took out the missing sesame seed cake from behind his back, blew on it, and took a bite.

The outer skin is crispy, while the inside is soft.

"tasty."

He ate the sesame seed cake slowly as he continued to stroll around the town.

The warm sunshine bathed me, the sounds of people on the street, the aroma of cooking, and the steaming hot flatbread in my hand...

All of this gave him a sense of tranquility, as if he were in another world.

But he still had Ning Qian on his mind.

It's still early. Will my senior sister go shopping in town?

Or... wait for him somewhere?

He wanted to buy some groceries to take home.

My senior sister cooks delicious food. If he brings some food back with him, she might be happy and cook him a nice meal.

hehehehe...

The idea is good, but he doesn't seem to have the money.

........

"Boss, can't you break iron?"

The old blacksmith was focused on forging iron when he was startled by the sudden shout, and his hammer almost missed its mark.

He looked up and saw a handsome young man he didn't recognize.

Although his face was pale and wrapped in bandages, his eyes were bright and he had a cheerful, unmalicious smile.

He wiped his sweat and said irritably, "Young man, don't be silly, or you'll get splashed by sparks."

Fang Xuan wasn't annoyed. He pointed to the bent iron bar next to him and said, "Boss, is that one broken? I'll straighten it for you, and you can give me some wages to buy rice, how about that?"

The old blacksmith looked at him suspiciously, then at the bent iron spade that needed to be reforged: "With your build?"

Although the iron shovel wasn't thick, it took considerable strength to straighten it by hand.

"Give it a try." Fang Xuan walked over and casually picked up the iron shovel that was still warm.

The old blacksmith wanted to stop him, but seeing how casually he acted, he decided to just watch the show and remained silent.

With a gentle bend, Fang Xuan straightened the iron shovel instantly, making it even straighter than before it was bent.

The old blacksmith's eyes widened instantly.

Fang Xuan handed the straightened iron axe back to the still-dazed old blacksmith, patting non-existent dust off his hands: "Boss, how about I pay you? Ten copper coins, how about that?"

The old blacksmith took the iron shovel and examined it repeatedly.

When she looked at Fang Xuan again, her expression completely changed.

......

They left the blacksmith's shop.

Fang Xuan weighed the ten copper coins in his hand, and his mood improved.

Okay, now we have money.

You can go grocery shopping now...