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

On the other side of Sword Peak, there is Shen Qingqing's private side hall.

In stark contrast to the tranquility of the Bamboo Garden, the halls here, though not as grand as the main hall, are still beautifully decorated and brimming with spiritual energy.

Inside the side hall, Fei Wu was rubbing his plump hands together, a fawning smile plastered on his face, as he repeatedly apologized to Shen Qingqing, who was sitting on a soft couch.

"Junior Sister Qingqing, today... I was careless today. I didn't expect that kid to be so strange!"

"Don't be angry. Next time, next time your senior brother will definitely find a chance to teach him a lesson and make him kowtow and admit his mistake in front of you!"

Shen Qingqing changed into a light gauze dress, leaned against the couch, and played with a strand of hair in her hand.

She didn't even bother to lift her eyelids, her tone cold and impatient:

"Alright, stop bothering me. You can't even keep a new disciple in line, and you still have the nerve to talk here?"

Fei Wu was speechless, his face turning red, but he dared not retaliate. He could only awkwardly say, "Yes, yes, Junior Sister is right... I, I'll go and think of a solution right away! I certainly won't let Junior Sister down!"

He was burning with rage and directed all his resentment at Fang Xuan.

It was all Fang Xuan's fault that he lost face in front of Junior Sister Qingqing. He, Fei Wu, swore he would not be a man if he did not kill Fang Xuan!

Shen Qingqing waved her hand, as if shooing away a fly: "You can go out now, I'm tired."

Fei Wu said no more and left.

After Fei Wu left, Shen Qingqing dozed off on the couch for a while before slowly getting up and straightening her clothes.

She carefully applied some rouge in front of the bronze mirror to make sure she looked delicate and lovable enough before gracefully walking deeper into the main hall.

After passing through several barriers, we arrived at a more secluded quiet room.

Inside, Sword Peak Master Shen Chen was sitting cross-legged on a futon, closing his eyes to regulate his breathing.

Hearing footsteps, he opened his eyes and saw Shen Qingqing. A rare gentleness appeared on his serious face.

"Qing'er, why are you here? Is your spirit bone still unwell?"

Shen Chen waved.

Shen Qingqing immediately ran over and nestled into Shen Chen's arms, her voice still trembling with tears:

"Father... my bones are aching again, and my spiritual energy is flowing very sluggishly..."

In this private place, she no longer addressed him as "Master," but instead as "Father," a term she considered more intimate.

Shen Chen embraced her, his large hand gently stroking her back, channeling a pure and gentle spiritual energy into her, soothing her in a soft voice:

"Don't be afraid, let your father take a look. The newly acquired spiritual bone and your own bloodline will eventually need time to integrate. It's normal to have some rejection reactions. Your father will help you suppress them."

Shen Qingqing squirmed in his arms, tilting her charming face up and breathing softly, "Daddy...will anyone come in here?"

Shen Chen's eyes darkened slightly, his grip tightened, and his voice lowered: "This place is protected by a restriction; no one can spy on it."

Upon hearing this, Shen Qingqing's face flushed red: "Then...then Qingqing will...stay here today, Daddy, okay...?"

Shen Chen's breath hitched, and a burning desire ignited in his eyes.

"Hmph...you little vixen..."

He cursed under his breath, but his hands didn't stop moving as he skillfully untied the sash of Shen Qingqing's light gauze dress.

........

After an incense stick burns...

The clouds dispersed and the rain stopped.

Shen Qingqing slowly and methodically put her clothes back on, the alluring look on her face not yet completely gone.

Shen Chen had already reverted to his majestic appearance as the Peak Master.

"Father," Shen Qingqing leaned closer, speaking with concern, "the backlash from this spirit bone... seems to be getting stronger with each passing day. Simply suppressing it isn't a long-term solution..."

Shen Chen frowned, pondered for a moment, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes: "Next time... if it flares up severely again, I'll have Ning Qian give you some of her original essence blood as well."

"She was the original owner of this body, and her blood can best soothe this bone."

A flicker of joy crossed Shen Qingqing's eyes, quickly replaced by worry: "This... wouldn't it be too much... She's already a cripple; taking her essence blood again might..."

"It's alright." Shen Chen said indifferently, "It's her good fortune to be able to heal your bones and wounds. It's also her honor to be able to contribute her last bit of value as a useless person."

"Father has his own arrangements for this matter; you don't need to worry about it."

Shen Qingqing was finally satisfied and nestled in Shen Chen's arms: "Father still loves Qing'er the most..."

.......

The perspective shifts back to the bamboo grove in the valley.

"When wielding a sword normally, one should emphasize stability and accuracy."

While guiding her spiritual energy, Ning Qian picked up a bamboo branch with her other hand and showed it to Fang Xuan.

"Five fingers like hoops, strength penetrating the sword hilt, wrists like cast iron—this applies to most spirit swords."

She loosened her grip on Fang Xuan's wrist and then used a bamboo stick to demonstrate.

"But as for the weapon in my junior brother's hand... it inherently contains a savage and fierce power. If the power is concentrated and activated, not only will I be unable to control it, but I will also suffer a backlash from its force."

She adjusted the way she held the bamboo branch, loosely gripping it with her wrist slightly lowered and her elbow leaving a little room.

"The power is not entirely concentrated in the palm, but distributed at the base of the fingers, the tiger's mouth, and even extended through the forearm."

The wrist must be flexible, like a willow branch bearing snow—heavy but not broken—to deflect and neutralize the force, going with the flow rather than forcefully controlling it against it.

Fang Xuan watched intently, trying hard to memorize it.

He could sense that this was no ordinary handshake, but rather a high-level technique specifically designed to control a deadly weapon.

Ning Xian said that, judging from the fragments of the ancient book, it must have an extraordinary origin.

"First, use this method to simulate the force exertion without hands, and get used to it."

Ning Qian handed him the bamboo branch in her hand.

Fang Xuan took it and tried to imitate it.

At first, it felt awkward and I felt powerless, but after a few adjustments, I gradually came to appreciate its wonders.

Ning Qian watched quietly from the side, occasionally offering a word to correct his subtle angle.

Fang Xuan was quite pleased.

They taught me sword stance and how to hold the sword step by step; this service is incredibly thoughtful.

He practiced while stealing glances at Ning Qian.

Her expression was focused, her eyes were clear, and she was completely absorbed in teaching her junior brother, without any other thoughts.

His earnest expression made Fang Xuan feel a little embarrassed.

She taught so diligently, and her eyes were so pure.

If I were to think about some kind of perverted training method, like licking feet or whipping, wouldn't that be a bit... inhuman?

Just as two little voices were fiercely battling within him—one feeling he should move forward with the mission, the other somewhat moved by Ning Qian's professional ethics—

[System Determination: Host 'Sex Slave Fang Xuan' has developed feelings of guilt and immoral stimulation from defiling and fantasizing about his master Ning Qian's pure and selfless teachings.]

[This psychological activity includes blasphemous fantasies about the master's sacred teachings and an irresistible urge that is known to be inappropriate, consistent with the complex and taboo desires a sex slave has for their master.]

[Behavioral Assessment: Advanced Mental Training!]

[Discipline Value +0.5!]

[Major Breakthrough! First time exceeding 0.1 in a single instance! Reward advance: 1 complete Spiritual Energy Bun! Please continue your self-training on a mental level!]

Fang Xuan: "......."

His hand, which was holding the bamboo branch, froze again.

0.5? !

Just because he felt that his thoughts were filthy and unworthy of his senior sister's pure teachings, he felt a sense of guilt and immorality, and the system judged this as "advanced mental training"?

They even rewarded me with a whole steamed bun?!

This... what kind of training is this?

Also, "defile" and "blaspheme" are just some of the more offensive terms used.

"Junior brother? Is there anything else that's bothering you?" Ning Qian asked when she saw him suddenly freeze and look strange.

"no."

Fang Xuan quickly snapped out of his daze, suppressed his inner complaints about the system, and forced a smile.

Ning Qian glanced at him but didn't say anything.

"This technique requires diligent practice to become second nature before it can be used in actual combat. Let's stop here for today."

She also seemed somewhat tired; teaching sword techniques and special methods had clearly taken a toll on her mental energy.

After saying that, she turned and walked towards her bamboo hut, probably needing to rest for a while.

Fang Xuan watched her slender figure disappear behind the door, then looked down at the bamboo branch in his hand.

Hey hey hey.

I have to eat another big steamed bun.