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

Fang Xuan didn't stop walking, nor did he even turn around; he only glanced at it out of the corner of his eye.

It really was Shen Qingqing.

She changed into a dress today, trying to make her face look even more pitiful. Now she stands under the corridor outside the Sword Sharpening Hall, looking at him with a mixture of anger and resentment in her eyes.

Beside her stood a... well, rather conspicuous figure.

The man was tall, or rather, his body was quite impressively broad.

His round waistline almost ripped the black sword robe of his personal disciple.

A pair of small eyes squeezed onto a chubby face, and he was trying hard to put on a dignified expression, looking at Fang Xuan with obvious hostility.

It was Fei Wu, the fourth senior brother of Jianfeng.

A typical example of someone who relied on family resources to reach the mid-Foundation Establishment stage and barely managed to secure a discipleship position.

Looking at Fang Xuan's indifferent back, Shen Qingqing felt even more resentful.

How could she not have a high-potential man like Fang Xuan, who is young, handsome, and has an astonishingly high level of talent?

The other senior brothers on Sword Peak, who were somewhat capable, were all extremely attentive to her and listened to her every word.

And why does this newcomer, Fang Xuan, treat her with such disdain? He even dares to speak rudely to her!

She must make him, like everyone else, manipulate her and turn him into another pawn to deal with Ning Qian and consolidate her position.

Seeing that Fang Xuan ignored her, Shen Qingqing bit her lower lip.

He quickened his pace, circled around to Fang Xuan's front, and blocked his path.

"Junior brother...why are you so cold to your senior sister? Are you still angry about what happened yesterday? Your senior sister was just in a hurry yesterday and said something inappropriate, please don't take it to heart..."

She tilted her small face up, her eyes misty with tears, looking as if she was about to cry; anyone who saw her would feel pity for her.

Unfortunately, Fang Xuan is no ordinary person.

He stopped and his gaze finally fell on Shen Qingqing's face, his eyes indifferent.

"Senior Sister Ning won't let me play with idiots."

He spoke, his voice not loud, but clear enough.

Shen Qingqing's pitiful expression froze instantly, as if she hadn't heard clearly: ".....What...what did you say?"

Fang Xuan patiently repeated, "I said, Senior Sister Ning instructed me not to play with idiots, please move aside."

"You...you!" Shen Qingqing was so angry that she trembled all over, pointing at Fang Xuan, her face turning red and white in turns.

"How about me?" Fang Xuan asked calmly.

"Fang Xuan! Don't go too far! I'm still your senior sister!"

At this moment, Fei Wu, who had been watching from the sidelines, moved his obese body and walked over with a "thump thump," and the ground seemed to tremble slightly.

He stood next to Shen Qingqing, like a wall of flesh, his small eyes glaring at Fang Xuan, and said in a gruff voice:

"Junior Brother Fang, you'd better show some respect when speaking to Junior Sister Shen!"

Fang Xuan's gaze then swept over Fei Wu as if in utter condescension.

He naturally noticed that the fat man and Shen Qingqing were acting in concert, clearly indicating that Shen Qingqing had invited them to bolster her image and pick a fight with him.

However, in his eyes, a disciple who had risen to the Foundation Establishment stage through the accumulation of pills was not much different from the silent inner disciples around him.

They're all useless.

Perfect timing, I'll swat this annoying fly away today.

He will get back the spiritual bone that Shen Qingqing stole from Ning Qian sooner or later.

However, Ning Qian has her own bloodline and his Nine-Turn Rejuvenating Pill, so given time, new spiritual bones will be able to grow back.

As for the old bone that was taken away, it naturally belongs to him.

Don't underestimate this spiritual bone; it is not only a symbol of talent, but also subtly connected to part of Ning Qian's fortune.

If one can fully awaken, the benefits to cultivation will be extraordinary, enough to push anyone's talent to its peak.

Such a good thing falling into the hands of someone like Shen Qingqing is simply a waste.

Seeing that Fang Xuan was just looking at him indifferently and not responding, Fei Wu felt that he had lost face in front of Shen Qingqing and became even more angry.

Taking advantage of his size and status as "senior brother," he stretched out his large, fan-like hand and reached for Fang Xuan's shoulder.

I want to give this arrogant new junior a taste of his own medicine first.

"Junior brother is new to the profession and doesn't know the rules, so let your senior brother teach you..."

His hand was about to touch Fang Xuan's shoulder.

But just three inches from Fang Xuan's shoulder, the chubby hand mysteriously froze in mid-air.

Fei Wu's sinister smile froze.

He felt as if his hand had hit an invisible wall, and no matter how much he channeled his spiritual power, he could not move forward even an inch!

What alarmed him even more was the faint, chilling aura emanating from his seemingly thin junior brother.

The lock on made him break out in a cold sweat instantly.

This person... is definitely not simple!

Warning bells rang in Fei Wu's mind.

But when he turned his head and saw Shen Qingqing's expectant eyes, his vanity immediately overcame his fear.

I can't lose face in front of Junior Sister Shen.

He forced himself to remain calm, his fat face twitching as he tried to force an even more ferocious expression.

At the same time, he secretly increased the force in his hands, unleashing his mid-Foundation Establishment spiritual power without reservation.

But that hand remained frozen in mid-air, motionless, always maintaining a three-inch distance from Fang Xuan's shoulder, as if it were an insurmountable chasm.

Fang Xuan simply glanced at him calmly.

His spiritual energy was weak, his stance was unstable, and his eyes were unfocused... He was full of flaws. How could he be worthy of being a disciple? Sword Peak has no one left.

When Fei Wu was swept over by that gaze, he subconsciously swallowed and felt inexplicably flustered.

He then noticed that although Fang Xuan was young, he was tall and upright, even a little taller than him, a fat man.

Fang Xuan looked down at him with his eyes slightly lowered, which made him feel a sense of oppression as if he were being looked down upon.

Many disciples nearby had noticed the standoff and stopped to watch from a distance, whispering among themselves.

"It's Senior Brother Fei and Senior Brother Fang!"

"It seems they've started arguing, and it's decided it's about the stunningly beautiful Senior Sister Shen!"

"Senior Brother Fang is really bold. Senior Brother Fei is only in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage..."

"Didn't you see that Senior Brother Fei's hands are frozen? Senior Brother Fang doesn't seem to have moved at all!"

"Could it be that Senior Brother Fang is even stronger than Senior Brother Fei? He's only been a disciple for two days!"

These whispers and rumors filled Fei Wu with shock and anger, his face burning with embarrassment.

Damn it! Fei Wu has been a force to be reckoned with in Sword Peak for so many years, when has he ever been so humiliated in front of a new junior brother?!

And this was right in front of his beloved Junior Sister Shen!

"You... what kind of sorcery did you use?!"

Fei Wu roared, his voice trembling with fear, then abruptly withdrew his hand, took a step back, his fat face filled with shame and indignation.

Fang Xuan then seemed to have just noticed him, and slowly and deliberately straightened his cuffs, which had been slightly ruffled by the wind:

"Brother Fei, what makes you say that? I'm just standing here."

"You!" Fei Wu was so angry that his fat trembled all over as he pointed at Fang Xuan.

"Fang Xuan! Don't be so arrogant! If you've got the guts, come up to the dueling platform with me! Let's have a fair and square fight, and let your senior brother teach you what it means to respect your elders!"

He consciously made a "fair" offer that the other party could not refuse.

I am at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment and have extensive experience.

The opponent is a beginner; even if they seem a bit strange, they definitely won't be good enough in actual combat!

Once I step onto the dueling platform, with my own strength and experience, I can definitely beat this arrogant kid to a pulp and save face!

Fang Xuan looked at him as if he were an idiot, then suddenly chuckled softly.

"On what grounds?"

"Huh?" Fei Wu was taken aback.

Fang Xuan repeated, his tone still calm: "I said, on what basis? On what basis are you Fei Wu?"

Fei Wu paused for a moment, feeling that something was wrong, as if he had been scolded.

But thinking about it carefully, it seems that the other person was just calling my name. Am I just overthinking it?

Among the onlookers, a few quick-witted disciples couldn't help but burst out laughing, then quickly covered their mouths.

Shen Qingqing also understood, and her face turned even uglier. She secretly pinched Fei Wu.

Fei Wu belatedly realized what was happening, his chubby face instantly turning a deep liver color, and his finger pointing at Fang Xuan trembled.

"You...you dare insult me?!"

Fang Xuan was too lazy to waste any more time with this idiot.

Instead of wasting time like this, he should go back to his little valley and think about how to continue clinging to Ning Qian's side. Maybe he could even find an opportunity for Ning Qian to teach him a few more sword techniques "hand in hand"...

The feel of it, and the faint, cool fragrance... it's much more interesting than arguing with this fat pig here.

He stopped looking at Fei Wu, who was trembling with anger, and Shen Qingqing, whose face was ashen, and strode straight through the two of them, heading down the mountain path.

Only after he had walked far away did Fei Wu catch his breath and roar angrily at Fang Xuan's retreating figure:

"Fang Xuan! You just wait! This isn't over!"

Shen Qingqing watched Fang Xuan's indifferent departing figure, then glanced at the fat man beside her who could only rage irrationally, and a deep sense of disgust flashed in her eyes.

.......

Fang Xuan, who had already walked a distance away, looked up at the sky; the sun was shining brightly.

Why not go back to the courtyard and have his senior sister teach him sword techniques step by step?

That's the important thing.