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

Fang Xuan immediately raised the jade bottle in his hand, his face changing to a warm-hearted junior brother's smile:

"Senior sister, I heard that your injuries are serious, so I specially found some pills, hoping they will be beneficial to your recovery."

Pills? Ning Qian was taken aback for a moment, then became wary.

Offering unsolicited favors is either a sign of malice or theft.

She had been on this Sword Peak for many years, and apart from the necessary rewards from her master, had anyone ever given her healing pills on their own initiative?

Moreover, this junior brother had only been a student for a few days and they had no prior interaction.

She turned slightly to the side, as if trying to close the door even tighter, her voice still cool and aloof: "Thank you for your kindness, Junior Brother, but the pills are unnecessary..."

Before she could finish speaking, her brows furrowed suddenly, she let out a muffled groan, and her body swayed slightly.

The pain from the wound on her back made her break out in a cold sweat, and she swallowed back the words she was about to say.

The bandaging was done in a hurry, so I guess it got aggravated again.

Fang Xuan's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately took half a step forward, his tone full of sincere concern—at least that's what he thought:

"Senior Sister! Are you alright? I know a little about healing injuries, so... how about I go in and take a look?"

Once inside and the door is closed, the bond between the lone man and woman... that of a senior and junior brother is palpable.

With a little more subtle guidance, wouldn't this grand plan of training be a piece of cake?

But as soon as he said that, Ning Qian's previously wary gaze instantly sharpened.

Fang Xuan reacted quickly, realizing that he had been too hasty.

That initial enthusiasm vanished instantly, replaced by an apologetic expression that said, "I was being presumptuous."

He took a half step back, creating some distance again: "If it's inconvenient for you, Senior Sister, then... I won't bother you any longer."

He gently placed the jade bottle in his hand on the stone steps by the door.

"This elixir is remarkably effective for both external and internal injuries. Senior Sister, please take care of yourself. Junior Brother... I'll take my leave now."

After saying that, he turned to leave.

The task of training cannot be rushed; things need to be planned carefully.

This is called retreating to advance.

He refused to believe that Ning Qian, who had just experienced betrayal by her closest relatives, would be unmoved by his act of offering help in her time of need, after he had shown pure goodwill and no ulterior motives.

......

Ning Qian stared in disbelief at the pills on the stone steps.

Even the jade bottle containing the pills was no ordinary item, so the pills themselves were probably of high grade.

This complex emotion welled up in Ning Qian's heart for the first time.

In the past ten years or so, apart from taking advantage of her and demanding things from her, has anyone ever genuinely given her anything? She has become accustomed to it all.

Even when it came to delivering medicine, she habitually assumed it was done with malice...

Perhaps... this junior brother really was just acting out of camaraderie as fellow disciples...

My attitude just now was indeed too much and showed a lack of manners.

"...Junior brother, wait a minute."

Fang Xuan stopped in his tracks and turned around. "Is there anything else, Senior Sister?"

Ning Qian leaned against the door, trying to stand up straight, her voice still weak: "I...I'll see you off."

As she spoke, she tried to step over the threshold.

But she underestimated how weak her body was.

Just by taking that one step, everything went black, and my body went limp forward uncontrollably.

With lightning speed, Fang Xuan reached out and steadily scooped up the lithe body that was about to fall to the ground into his arms.

It felt icy cold to the touch, and through the thin disciple's robe, one could clearly feel how thin her body was.

It also has a faint, cool fragrance.

Fang Xuan: "..."

...Wouldn't this be considered a staged accident? No, wouldn't you say this is an unexpected step forward in the mission's progress?

He looked at Ning Qian, who was already unconscious in his arms, and then at the empty and deserted surroundings, and could only sigh.

"You can't blame me for this. You insisted on giving it to me, you just had to..."

Helpless, he could only bend down and carefully pick Ning Qian up horizontally.

He carried Ning Qian and quickly walked into the hall, gently closing the door behind him.

There were no lamps lit inside the hall, only slivers of moonlight filtering through the windows.

Thanks to his cultivator's physique, Fang Xuan could easily see the layout of the hall.

It's very simple, even rudimentary.

His gaze swept over the small table beside the bed, where a number of blood-stained bandages were piled up haphazardly.

There were also some ordinary wound medicine bottles that seemed to have little effect.

It's truly... utterly tragic.

He carefully placed Ning Qian on the bed covered with a simple mattress.

Now comes the problem.

What should I do about this injury?

Judging from her condition, the wound had obviously reopened and needed to be treated and medicated again.

His bottle of Nine-Turn Rejuvenating Pill is a sacred medicine for internal use; it's useless without using spiritual power to neutralize its medicinal effects.

So... I need to take off my clothes to treat the wound?

Fang Xuan looked at Ning Qian, who was lying unconscious on the bed, and stroked his chin, feeling somewhat conflicted.

Should he take his clothes off? It seems a bit like taking advantage of someone in distress, which doesn't fit his image as a virtuous gentleman... although he doesn't seem to have that kind of image at all.

Should I not take it off? The blood is gushing out, what if the wound gets infected and worsens?

If the mission isn't completed and the master dies first, who will he complain to?

System, what's going on here?

[Ding! Detected a decline in "Master" Ning Qian's vital signs and worsening injuries! Host, please take effective measures immediately!]

[Note: High-quality "sex slaves" must ensure the basic health and safety of their "masters."]

Fang Xuan: "..."

Fuck you, who the hell is a sex slave...?

Alright, he did it for the mission, and for his master's health!

Miss Ning Qian! Please let me undress you...

He tried to pry open Ning Qian's mouth and stuff the Nine-Turn Rejuvenating Pill inside.

However, another problem arose.

This level of elixir is not like candy; it can't be automatically digested and absorbed after being eaten.

The user needs to use their own spiritual power to guide the medicinal properties, allowing them to slowly dissolve and spread throughout the body.

Otherwise... it will most likely go in the same way and come out the same way, at most taking a trip around the stomach and intestines and absorbing some scraps.

Should we wait until she wakes up before feeding her?

So whose fault is it if the wound worsens during this period? Or... should I help her guide the medicine's effects?

Fang Xuan's gaze fell on Ning Qian's pale, chapped lips, his expression somewhat subtle.

Guiding the medicinal power usually requires... well, mouth-to-mouth breathing, or at least palms against the back, using one's own spiritual energy as a guide...

Okay.

Miss Ning Qian, please engage in dual cultivation and sexual intercourse with your junior brother!