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

The afternoon sun was shining brightly, casting a warm and drowsy glow over the courtyard.

But Fang Xuan dared not relax, knowing that time was of the essence.

After washing the dishes, he walked to the center of the yard and picked up his dark-skinned second brother again.

Once I got my hands on the hilt, it became increasingly smooth to use.

With spiritual energy flowing, he practiced the Fang family's sword techniques several times.

.......

Not bad, that's some progress.

He nodded to himself, knowing that every bit of improvement in his strength would be the key to breaking through the impasse in the upcoming turmoil.

After practicing for about half an hour, I was slightly sweaty.

He sheathed his sword and prepared to begin meditation and cultivation.

Within his dantian, spiritual energy surged like mist and tide, reaching the peak of the late Foundation Establishment stage, just one step away from the threshold of the Void Core stage.

But instead of rushing into action, he followed the most orthodox methods, circulating his energy through the body repeatedly to solidify his foundation.

Breaking through to the Void Core stage is no small feat; it requires a natural progression. The more stable one's foundation, the further one can go in the future.

However, he does need to acquire the strength of the Void Core Realm as soon as possible.

There is still a significant difference between a half-step Void Core cultivator and a true Void Core cultivator.

It might not be enough to rely solely on your own hard work.

Looks like I'll have to be shameless and grind for some BDSM points...

Fang Xuan opened his eyes and looked at Ning Qian's tightly closed bamboo house, pondering in his mind.

Training points can be exchanged for spirit energy buns, which is a shortcut to quickly improve cultivation level and provides a very stable foundation.

However, in the past two days, although the points gained through daily interactions and "being fed" have remained stable, the speed is still not fast enough.

To accumulate enough energy to break through to the Void Core stage in a short period of time, we must make some big moves.

But how can he get Ning Qian to discipline him properly?

Directly demanding it won't work.

The last time I hinted at finding a partner, it almost backfired.

He rested his chin on his hand, his gaze sweeping across the courtyard.

Suddenly, he noticed several pieces of clothing drying on a bamboo pole.

Those were Ning Qian's old clothes that she had changed out of last night and washed; they were plain white and simple, swaying gently in the breeze under the sunlight.

Among them, a thin, moon-white strip of cloth stood out.

That's... Ning Qian's breast wrap?

A bold idea popped into my head.

The elixir of immortality... is more important than one's face.

In order to break through as quickly as possible and gain enough strength to protect my senior sister, I can temporarily put aside things like saving face.

He took a deep breath and mentally prepared himself.

In Ning Qian's eyes, he was probably already a somewhat strange but still reliable junior brother.

Even if it's a little strange... it shouldn't be a big problem, right?

.......

The valley was exceptionally quiet in the afternoon, with only the sounds of wind rustling through bamboo leaves and the babbling brook.

Ning Qian seemed to still be recuperating inside the room.

Fang Xuan composed himself and tried to put on a simple and foolish expression that said, "I was just curious and didn't think too much about it."

He stood up and walked straight to the bamboo pole used for drying clothes.

He reached out, his target clear, and snatched the soft, moon-white strip of cloth.

It feels slightly cool to the touch, with the freshness of soapberry and a faint, cool fragrance unique to Ningxian.

Then, taking the cloth, he turned around, walked to the door of Ning Qian's bamboo house, and cleared his throat:

"Senior sister?"

There was a moment of silence in the room, followed by Ning Qian's cool voice: "What is it?"

Fang Xuan pushed open the door and saw Ning Qian sitting in a chair, her clear eyes looking at him with a puzzled expression, and... the conspicuous moon-white color in his hand.

Fang Xuan held up the strip of cloth in his hand: "Senior sister, I'll take this bandage. I like white, so it'll be perfect for wrapping the hilt of my sword. It'll be very comfortable to hold."

Ning Qian: "...?"

She clearly didn't react, and blinked her cool, clear eyes.

A brief moment of bewilderment appeared in his usually calm and composed eyes.

It feels comfortable to hold...?

The air seemed to quiet down for a few moments.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Fang Xuan felt that perhaps the time wasn't right, so he made a firm decision.

He deliberately leaned closer and took a breath, while inwardly praying frantically not to get beaten to death.

"Hmm... Senior sister, this bandage smells pretty good."

[Ding! Detected that the host has openly appraised Ning Qian's personal belongings. Behavior assessment: Extreme transgression and perverse obsession of a sex slave with her master's private items. Training value +0.2!]

Fang Xuan: "..."

System, are you trying to kill him even faster? And 0.2, is that all? I risked my life for just 0.2?

The scene he envisioned should be...

Ning Qian was instantly filled with shame and indignation, her face full of disgust, and then she cursed him as a lecherous scoundrel and a shameless scoundrel.

Finally, she'd glare at him with the same disdainful look one would give someone trash, maybe even kick him to the ground and coldly tell him to get out...

This is what strict discipline and punishment should look like!

When the system determines that someone has been severely disciplined, it might give them a discipline value of 1 or even 5 points.

He was already mentally prepared to be beaten, and secretly pleased with himself.

but......

Ning Qian simply turned her head to the side.

A very faint blush did indeed appear on her fair face, but it wasn't from shame or anger; rather, it seemed like the embarrassment of being fooled by her silly junior brother...

"If you... like it, you can take it."

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

He stood there, stunned, holding the pale white cloth strip.

Senior sister, who's disciplining whom here? You're not even angry? Am I the one disciplining you...?

It was a miscalculation, a complete miscalculation.

Is my senior's thought process... different from normal people, or is it that she has an exceptionally high tolerance for perversion?

Fang Xuan felt a tightness in his chest. His carefully planned suicidal act had not achieved the desired effect.

Instead, he made himself look like a mentally challenged junior brother who was just randomly taking his senior sister's things.

This was a far cry from the scene he had imagined of being "ruthlessly disciplined by his aloof senior sister."

Ning Qian seemed to sense the awkward atmosphere, mainly because Fang Xuan's stiff stance was too conspicuous, so she added softly, "If you need cloth to wrap the sword... I have some clean cotton cloth here."

"No...no need, this is fine."

Fang Xuan replied dryly, feeling that he had completely lost face today.

He turned around, walked out of Ning Qian's room with his hands and feet moving in unison, and gently closed the door behind him.

Outside, the sun was still shining brightly.

Fang Xuan looked down at the piece of cloth in his hand that still smelled of fragrance.

Although he failed to obtain training points from his senior sister, he seems to have successfully acquired a sword-wrapping cloth that carries her fragrance.

He walked to the stone table, picked up his black sword "Second Brother," and untied the ordinary gray cloth that had been wrapped around it.

Then, carefully, he wrapped the strip of moon-white cloth around the hilt of the sword several times and tied a secure knot.

Holding it... well, it does feel softer and more comfortable, and there's a faint, cool fragrance lingering in the air.

"It smells so milky..."

He muttered something subconsciously, then shook his head violently, trying to shake the strange adjective out of his mind.

System: [Host detected secret pleasure from master's private parts, training value +0.1]

System... you really are persistent.

It seems that ordinary acts of recklessness weren't enough; his senior sister's threshold was much higher than he had imagined.

Fang Xuan played with the newly wrapped sword hilt and couldn't help but sigh again, "It feels much softer to hold than before, and my palms feel warm too."

.......

Since you've already lost face once, you might as well just throw it away completely.

"For the sake of the nascent core... I'll endure it!"

If it doesn't work the first time, then try again, and with even greater effort.

He refused to believe that Ning Qian could really continue to treat him like an immature child.

There must be a way to make her discipline him severely.