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

Senior sister... should I buy him some snacks?

Does this count as...feeding?

He took a bite of the fried cake in his hand. The outer skin was crispy, and the inside was soft, chewy, and sweet. It tasted really good.

More importantly, Ning Qian bought it for him.

"tasty."

He finished the fried cake in just a few bites.

Ning Qian glanced at him, said nothing, but broke off the one she had only taken a small bite of and handed it to him.

"It's too sweet. If you don't mind, you can eat it too."

Fang Xuan: "...Okay."

[Host detected accepting master Ning Qian's voluntary feeding and experiencing intense pleasure. Behavior judgment: Sex slave enjoying master's reward, training value +0.5!]

The two of them strolled slowly through the bustling night market, one quietly shopping and the other obediently following along, occasionally accepting food.

The lights stretched their shadows long, sometimes overlapping.

Ning Qian seemed to have bought almost everything, carrying a small cloth bag in her hand.

She glanced at the sky, then at Fang Xuan's empty hands, and asked, "Is there anything you need to buy? Clothes, or anything else?"

Fang Xuan shook his head: "Not for now. My senior sister has bought enough things. This place is quite interesting, I'll just take a look."

He genuinely found it interesting; the lively atmosphere made him feel as if he had returned to a past life to stroll through a night market.

It's just that the person next to me has changed.

Seeing that he was indeed just observing out of curiosity, Ning Qian didn't ask any more questions and nodded, "Then let's go back."

The two turned around, preparing to return along the way they had come.

Just as they were about to leave the block and step into a relatively quiet alley at the edge of town.

Fang Xuan paused for a moment, his ears twitching slightly.

There was some noise.

There were more than just one or two people, their steps were hurried, and they carried a hidden murderous aura. Moreover... Shen Qingqing's side moved so quickly?

He subconsciously felt that this must be aimed at Ning Qian.

But... Foundation Establishment?

Are they here to be executed?

Almost at the same time that Fang Xuan noticed something was wrong, Ning Qian's cold eyes also flickered slightly.

There was some noise, but it seemed... to come much slower than she had expected.

Moreover, the aura was somewhat chaotic, unlike a carefully planned ambush.

The two had different thoughts, but their actions were remarkably synchronized as they subtly adjusted their postures.

Fang Xuan casually shifted half a body distance, no longer following Ning Qian completely to her side and behind.

Instead, he positioned himself slightly forward, in a position that could both protect Ning Qian's flanks and respond to any unexpected situations ahead.

His spiritual energy flowed quietly within his body, and his cultivation at the half-step Void Core stage was poised to be unleashed. His divine sense spread out silently like a spider web.

Ning Qian then moved the hand holding the cloth bag to the outside, leaving her free hand hanging naturally at her side.

"call out--!"

A sharp, piercing sound suddenly rang out.

It didn't come from the alley entrance, but from the rooftop on the side.

A solid, pale blue sword aura slashed down, not aimed at Ning Qian, nor at Fang Xuan.

Instead, it brushed past a few strands of hair that were flying across Fang Xuan's forehead, missing him by a hair's breadth.

Then he disappeared into a bamboo lantern stall behind him and smashed a row of exquisite lanterns to pieces.

Fang Xuan remained standing still, without even blinking.

It wasn't directed at him.

The sword energy was fast, but its accuracy seemed a bit off; it was more like a ripple effect.

"ah--!"

"A fight has broken out! Run!"

"My stall!"

After a brief silence, terrified screams and the sound of running filled the air.

The once bustling night market was thrown into chaos as vendors scrambled to pack up their valuables.

Pedestrians scattered in all directions, desperate to get away from this place of trouble.

Fang Xuan and Ning Qian stood still, looking out of place among the panicked crowd.

Their gazes simultaneously turned towards the direction from which the sword energy was coming.

Across the street is a wooden building with a sign that reads "Chen's Winery".

Under the moonlight, seven or eight figures stood on the rooftop, all dressed in identical black outfits.

They were masked, wielding various weapons, and their spiritual energy fluctuations indicated that they were all at the Foundation Establishment stage.

Engaged in combat with them were five or six other cultivators, each dressed differently but equally skilled.

The two sides were locked in a fierce battle, their swords flashing and their spiritual energy surging, sending roof tiles flying everywhere.

Fang Xuan was surprised.

This setup doesn't seem to be an ambush specifically targeting Ning Qian.

Was it a coincidence? A double-cross? Or some other kind of underworld feud that just happened to erupt at this time and place?

Ning Qian's cold eyes swept across the battle, her gaze lingering briefly on the group of men dressed in uniform black.

Regardless of whether it was targeted at her or not, getting involved in the cultivators' conflict was definitely not a good thing for her right now.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

A figure was blasted out of the battle, spitting blood, and crashed squarely into the location where Fang Xuan and Ning Qian were.

Fang Xuan's eyes turned cold.

Whether it's a coincidence or not, trouble has already come knocking on our door.

The figure crashed heavily onto the bluestone slab less than three feet in front of Fang Xuan, spitting out another mouthful of blood.

He struggled to get up, but seemed to be seriously injured and found it difficult to stand up.

Judging from his attire, he was not one of the monks in black robes, but rather one of the miscellaneous monks.

The surrounding crowd that had scattered instantly cleared a large area.

The fighting on the rooftop seemed to slow down slightly due to the unexpected fall, and several gazes were cast down, filled with scrutiny and vigilance.

Fang Xuan was too lazy to think about who hit whom or why they hit each other.

All he knew was that trouble was coming, and it was probably unavoidable.

Since it can't be avoided...

Then let's leave it at that and grab a few to question first.

He reached behind him with his right hand and grabbed the middle of the scabbard, which was wrapped in ordinary gray cloth.

The tightly wrapped gray cloth ripped apart with a snap, scattering like a snake shedding its skin.

Help my second brother take off his clothes.

The night wind blew by, stirring up the strips of cloth scattered on the ground.

Ning Qian, who had been standing quietly behind him, also became serious with her usually cool and aloof expression.

He wants to... use this sword?

One Foundation Establishment cultivator was facing more than ten Foundation Establishment cultivators on the roof, all of whom were quite powerful.

Using only the newly learned Qingyun Sword Technique is definitely not enough.

What will he... show...?

Is it a secret magical artifact, or a martial arts technique that has never been seen before?

No matter what it is, she can always see some clues.

Unless he is still hiding, preferring serious injury to exposure.

However, she will take action when the time comes, so that he won't be seriously injured by just one test.

Ultimately, this could just be her wild guess.

...If it's really just speculation, then she...has let Fang Xuan down again...