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

Wait a minute... Fang Xuan suddenly remembered that today was supposed to be the day for class at the Sword Sharpening Hall?

He went down the mountain with Ning Qian yesterday, and then they were attacked at night. He overslept this morning and came back late, completely forgetting about the incident.

It must be because I was used to skipping classes in my past life...

He rubbed his temples.

Although it was just a formality, it was still not good for a new disciple to be absent without reason for a long time, as it would affect his image as a "law-abiding and good junior brother".

I need to go to the main hall and explain to the steward in charge to avoid trouble.

Get up and head to the main hall area.

Find the middle-aged deacon in charge of the daily attendance records for the Sword Sharpening Hall.

He made up a simple excuse: "I gained some insights from practicing swordsmanship yesterday, and I was so engrossed in my seclusion that I forgot the time." Then, he casually handed over a small cloth bag containing a dozen or so spirit stones.

The steward weighed the bag in his hand, then looked at the tassel of Fang Xuan's personally inherited sword at his waist, and nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, enlightenment in cultivation is indeed a major event and cannot be delayed."

"In that case... you no longer need to attend the regular classes at the Sword Sharpening Hall."

Sure enough, the spirit stone works everywhere.

If I had known it was this simple, I should have come and made arrangements a few days ago, so I wouldn't have to get up early every day to make the trip.

With the matter settled, Fang Xuan was in a good mood and prepared to go back.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of a familiar, slender figure in the square outside the side hall of the main hall.

It is Ningxian.

Why is Senior Sister here?

Fang Xuan stopped and looked in that direction.

Ning Qian stood in the waiting area outside the Deacon Hall, seemingly queuing to receive something.

She stood ramrod straight, her profile cool and aloof.

Soon it was her turn.

The disciple in charge of distributing the bags seemed to recognize her, his eyes holding a strange look, but he still handed her a small cloth bag in a businesslike manner.

"Senior Sister Ning, this is your monthly stipend for your personal disciples: ten spirit stones and a number of basic pills."

Fang Xuan frowned slightly, recalling Ning Qian counting her spirit stones to buy rice at the night market last night.

Ning Qian took the light cloth bag, her fingers tightening slightly. Her face remained expressionless as she simply said in a low voice, "Thank you for your trouble," before turning to leave.

She had never come to collect her monthly stipend, but now she did need spirit stones. Fang Xuan's talent was very high, and she couldn't let his cultivation resources hold him back.

With more people in the family, daily expenses are also higher than usual.

Just then, a delicate, affected voice rang out again: "Isn't this Senior Sister Ning? Here to collect your monthly stipend too?"

Shen Qingqing suddenly appeared out of nowhere, wearing a seemingly concerned smile, and gracefully walked up to Ning Qian, blocking her way.

She was dressed exceptionally carefully today, her gorgeous dress making Ning Qian, who was dressed in plain white, appear even more aloof.

Many disciples around looked over, their expressions varied.

Ning Qian paused, looked up at Shen Qingqing, her eyes cold: "What is it?"

"Nothing much, I just saw my senior sister and came over to say hello."

Shen Qingqing smiled innocently, her gaze sweeping over the shabby cloth bag in Ning Qian's hand, feigning surprise.

"Huh? Senior Sister's monthly salary...why is it so low? Did the Hall of Affairs make a mistake? Should I go and ask for you?"

These words, seemingly out of concern, were in fact barbed, reminding everyone of Ning Qian's current wretched state.

Ning Qian remained indifferent, neither speaking nor reacting much, as if Shen Qingqing did not exist.

Seeing that she didn't react, Shen Qingqing took a step forward and took out some spirit stones of obviously higher quality from her storage bag, and handed them to Ning Qian.

"Senior sister, you are in a difficult situation right now. Please take these spirit stones and use them. Consider them a small token of my appreciation. It is only right for fellow disciples to help each other."

Ning Qian ignored her and turned to leave.

"Senior sister, there's no need to be so polite..." Shen Qingqing wanted to show off a little more...

.......

good chance.

Fang Xuan, who was not far away, suddenly brightened up.

He pondered to himself, feeling that he could definitely pull off something.

He would never normally engage in childish tricks like pointing fingers and cursing; cursing is pointless, and he prefers to directly address the problems that create them.

But now, he has to pretend.

He pretended to be a hot-blooded, exceptionally talented junior brother who couldn't tolerate any wrongdoing and couldn't stand seeing his senior sister being humiliated.

He deliberately stood up for Ning Qian, making a big scene, and acted arrogantly and refused to listen to advice.

Thus, Ning Qian, as his senior sister, had no choice but to strictly discipline him in order to quell the situation or protect him.

He's a bit tougher.

Ning Qian might even take some coercive measures, such as forcibly taking him away, locking him up in solitary confinement, or tying him up and whipping him hard with a small whip.

Yes, that's it.

Ning Qian felt that he was young and ignorant and needed to be strictly disciplined, so she severely disciplined him.

"Senior Sister Shen, this is such a kind gesture."

Fang Xuan's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the area, his sarcasm undisguised.

Everyone's attention instantly shifted from Ning Qian and Shen Qingqing to the handsome young man who had suddenly appeared.

Ning Qian turned around and saw Fang Xuan, a hint of worry flashing in her cool eyes.

Shen Qingqing was also taken aback for a moment, then her face showed a wronged expression: "Junior Brother Fang? What do you mean by that? I was just concerned about Senior Sister Ning..."

"Concerned?" Fang Xuan walked to Ning Qian's side and stood beside her, his gaze as sharp as a knife as he stared directly at Shen Qingqing.

"Using a few spirit stones to exchange for the pleasure of publicly humiliating a fellow disciple? Senior Sister Shen's concern is far too cheap and despicable."

"You...!" Shen Qingqing's aggrieved expression faltered instantly, a hint of anger flashing in her eyes, but it quickly turned into tears.

"Junior Brother Fang, how can you say that to me? I... I just wanted to help..."

"Help?" Fang Xuan sneered. "No matter how bad my senior sister is, it's not up to you, a useless mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator, to give her handouts. Mind your own business."

The surroundings fell into a deathly silence.

All the disciples stared at Fang Xuan in astonishment. This newly appointed personal disciple not only showed no respect for the other disciples, but now he even dared to publicly disregard the face of his beloved senior sister, Shen Qingqing!

Ning Qian reached out and grabbed Fang Xuan's wrist.

"Stop talking and come with me."

She knew Shen Qingqing and the person behind her all too well. Fang Xuan was a newcomer, and although he was talented, he had no foundation. Such a public confrontation would only lead to endless troubles.

Moreover, based on her understanding of Shen Chen, he probably wouldn't directly intervene in such a quarrel between juniors.

But it would be too easy to secretly kill Fang Xuan.

Fang Xuan felt the force coming from his wrist and felt reassured.

The first step was to get her to take action to discipline him, and that was achieved.

But he deliberately struggled for a moment, and when he failed, he continued speaking to Shen Qingqing with a cold face:

"Senior sister, don't stop me. You're just a mere mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator, relying on some shady methods. Do you really think you can control everything on Sword Peak? I'll see today..."

His words were practically an accusation that Shen Qingqing had risen to power through underhanded means, and the tension was palpable.

"Come with me."

Ning Qian's voice suddenly rose a little, its tone cold and stern.

Without saying another word, she used force, almost dragging and pulling Fang Xuan away from where he stood, and quickly walked towards the outside of the square.

Fang Xuan was also pulled along by her, his face still bearing a cold, defiant expression.

All that remained were the stunned disciples in the square, and Shen Qingqing, whose face was pale and flushed, and who was trembling slightly with anger.

She stared intently at the departing figures of the two, especially at Fang Xuan's undisguised contempt, her nails digging deeply into her palms.

Fang Xuan...you're asking for it!

.......

It worked! Although it wasn't quite to the point of severe discipline, forcibly taking him away is a form of discipline, after all.

Moreover, judging from Ning Qian's stern tone and imperative actions just now... there's hope!

Next, we'll see how Ning Qian will educate him after he's been pulled back to the valley.

However, he still had to pretend to be angry with his senior sister before saying that he was going to find Shen Chen and deliver his head to the grave.

Therefore, they must tie him up and whip him severely.