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

The two groups on the rooftop seemed to have reached a consensus, both looking at Fang Xuan.

Fang Xuan, still holding his sword, stared back at him without any hesitation.

Did it come for me?

He believed he had kept a low profile since transmigrating, and apart from offending Shen Qingqing and that fat Fei Wu, he shouldn't have any other enemies.

A minor character like him shouldn't be subjected to such a large-scale pursuit as soon as he enters the sect.

Who could know him and have a motive to do this... Shen Qingqing?

There's also the possible forces behind her, whose targets are likely him and Ning Qian.

What about the other Foundation Establishment cultivators who were dressed in disheveled clothes and whose auras seemed somewhat weak?

Was it sent by Fei Wu? Fang Xuan thought it was unlikely.

Fei Wu may seem stupid, but he is still a direct disciple. Even if he wanted to take revenge, he shouldn't have used such a crude and direct method that would be easily investigated by the sect.

Did he think that anyone could be as unscrupulous as Shen Qingqing, who had Shen Chen backing her up?

"Swoosh! Swoosh!"

Two faint whooshing sounds rang out from behind the black-clad men's formation. Two poison needles, gleaming with a ghostly blue light, silently shot toward Fang Xuan's face and chest.

We're going to test Fang Xuan first.

Fang Xuan didn't even blink, only casually raising his left hand that was holding the sword sheath.

"Ding! Ding!"

With two soft sounds, the poisoned needle struck the scabbard precisely, scattering two sparks, before sliding limply to the ground.

"Make your move!" A deep voice shouted from one of the men in black, who appeared to be the leader.

"boom!"

The spiritual power of the seven or eight men in black robes suddenly erupted, and they formed a simple combined attack formation in perfect unison, causing the roof tiles beneath their feet to shatter and fly everywhere.

Ignoring the few miscellaneous cultivators, they swooped down from the roof like arrows, heading straight for Fang Xuan and Ning Qian!

They were well-trained and were by no means ordinary rogue cultivators or a hastily assembled mob.

The man in black at the forefront held a long sword with crimson flames burning on its blade. With the force to split mountains and shatter rocks, he slashed horizontally through the air.

Fang Xuan remained standing in place, his left hand holding the sword sheath horizontally, neither dodging nor avoiding, facing the astonishingly powerful blade.

"clang--!!!"

A deafening clang of metal clashing.

The man in black felt a tremendous force of recoil coming from the hilt of his sword.

The tiger's mouth split open instantly, and his entire arm felt numb and painful. The long sword almost slipped from his hand!

What shocked him even more was that the other party's sword sheath remained completely still, without even leaving a white mark.

Fang Xuan's feet sank slightly on the bluestone slab.

"this one?"

Fang Xuan spoke calmly.

There were no fancy moves, just a simple diagonal slash.

The sword was drawn, silently.

The dark blade seemed to blend into the night, drawing a cold arc.

"puff!"

The man in black with the knife felt a chill at his waist, and before the excruciating pain could even begin, his vision began to spin.

He looked down and was horrified to see his upper body separating from his lower body, with blood gushing out like a fountain.

He was cut in half at the waist with a single sword stroke.

Only after the body hit the ground did the other men in black finally launch their attack.

However, the sight of their companion being instantly killed inevitably caused a slight delay in their movements.

With a flick of his wrist, Fang Xuan changed the black sword from a sweeping motion to a sweeping motion. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, and a wisp of condensed light blue sword energy suddenly flew out from the blade.

I just learned the Azure Cloud Sword Technique, and it's quite easy to use.

The sword energy was extremely fast, like a blue lightning bolt, and instantly struck the chest of a black-clad man who was wielding a sword on the left.

The man hastily parried with his sword, but the high-quality longsword in his hand was directly cut in two by the sword energy.

The remaining sword energy, still powerful, slammed into his protective spiritual energy, sending him flying backward and coughing up blood.

"Half-step into the Void Core stage..."

Ning Qian, who had been observing intently, grew increasingly solemn with her usually cool expression.

Just as she expected, they had been hiding their true strength.

However, he did indeed use the most authentic Qingyun Sword Technique, without any trace of any other aristocratic family techniques.

She can't tell anything right now.

The remaining five or six men in black robes suffered a setback in their attack, losing two men instantly—one dead and the other seriously injured.

They finally realized just how troublesome this young man was.

They exchanged a glance, both of them showing signs of retreat.

"Retreat!" The leader-like man in black made a decisive decision, shouted in a low voice, and turned to flee without hesitation.

Seeing this, the other men in black also used their own methods, some disappearing into the smoke, others crashing through the walls of nearby houses and scattering in all directions.

Fang Xuan frowned, but did not immediately pursue.

Instead, he moved swiftly and appeared in front of the heavily injured man in black who hadn't had time to escape.

He reached out with his left hand and grabbed the man's neck, trying to capture him alive.

A fierce glint suddenly flashed in the black-clad man's eyes, and he gritted his teeth.

His eyes bulged out instantly, his face turned bluish-black, his body twitched twice and then collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Suicide by poison! A suicide bomber...

Fang Xuan withdrew his hand, his eyes turning slightly cold.

Well-trained, disciplined, retreating in defeat, and committing suicide if captured... this style is not something that can be easily manipulated by ordinary martial arts forces.

That can only be someone from Shen Chen's faction...

While his attention was drawn to the man in black, the few scattered cultivators who had been ignored did not take the opportunity to escape or stand by and watch.

Instead, they all turned their attention to Fang Xuan and pounced on him.

Their fighting style was completely different from that of the men in black. It was chaotic, almost barbaric, and completely based on the principle of trading injury for injury and risking one's life for another.

One man wielded a heavy spiked club, ignoring any defenses, and brought it down on the head.

The other person wielded two hooks, specializing in attacking the lower body.

Although Fang Xuan was already a half-step Void Core cultivator, he was still somewhat troubled by the desperate fighting style of five or six Foundation Establishment cultivators who disregarded their own safety and only sought to inflict damage.

Moreover, he also had to be distracted by protecting Ning Qian behind him.

However, dealing with these rabble is only a matter of time.

"trouble."

Fang Xuan clicked his tongue lightly, his footwork shifted, and he unleashed the power of the Azure Cloud Sword Technique.

Ning Qian, who had been standing quietly behind him as if she were the one being protected, also moved.

She raised her free hand and pointed it into the shape of a sword.

He simply pointed lightly at the cultivator who was closest to him, from a distance of several feet.

"puff!"

The cultivator's forward momentum suddenly froze, and a bloody hole appeared in his chest without warning.

Three more miscellaneous monks who had charged ahead and launched the fiercest attacks either had their knees shattered and were forced to their knees with screams of agony, or had their weapons pierced through their shoulders and were thrown from their hands.

Some were directly struck at the Tanzhong acupoint, causing their spiritual energy to surge backward, resulting in them spitting out blood and collapsing.

The remaining two monks, terrified by the sudden attack, turned to flee as their madness subsided.

Fang Xuan would not let this opportunity slip by. His figure flashed, and his black sword followed him like a shadow.

"Swoosh! Swoosh!"

Two lines of blood appeared almost simultaneously on the back of the necks of the two fleeing cultivators.

The battle came to an abrupt end.

The alleyway was already filled with the stench of blood.

More than ten corpses lay scattered on the ground, some in black robes, some in miscellaneous clothes, some with severed arms and broken soldiers, a scene of utter devastation.

Only two severely wounded survivors remained, knocked unconscious.

In the distance, there could still be faint, sporadic exclamations, but no one dared to approach this hellish scene.

Fang Xuan flicked away non-existent blood droplets from his sword and sheathed it.

He turned to Ning Qian with a smile on his face: "Senior Sister, excellent finger technique."

Ning Qian slowly lowered her hand, her face even paler than before, and her breathing slightly unsteady.

Those few blows may have seemed light and casual, but they actually put a lot of strain on her body now.

She did not respond to Fang Xuan's praise. Her gaze swept over the corpses scattered on the ground and finally landed on the black-clad man who had committed suicide by poison. Her cold eyes narrowed slightly.

"This is not a place to stay any longer," she said in a low, hoarse voice. "Let's leave first."

Fang Xuan nodded and naturally took the cloth bag that she had been clutching tightly from her hand: "Senior Sister, let me take it."

Ning Qian glanced at him and released her grip.