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

Fang Xuan was deducted another 0.5 points by the system, and felt a little depressed. He decided to turn his grief and anger into his appetite and prepare to launch another fierce attack on braised pig's trotters.

A commotion arose at the entrance of the restaurant.

A group of people walked in, and the one in the lead was a stout man, Fei Wu.

Behind him were five or six disciples, also dressed in the inner sect attire of the Qingyun Sect. Judging from their demeanor and behavior, they all followed Fei Wu's lead and were clearly members of the Fei family.

As soon as Fei Wu entered, his small eyes darted around the lobby, and soon his gaze settled on Fang Xuan, who was sitting by the window.

A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, quickly replaced by a surge of malicious excitement.

Within the sect, he dared not go too far due to the sect rules.

But in this small town on the fringes of sectarian power, a melting pot of all sorts of people...

The Fei family is wealthy and powerful. If they want to teach a newcomer who doesn't know the rules a lesson, as long as no one "sees" it, who can say anything?

Even if someone saw it, who would dare to say anything?

Immediately afterwards, he saw Ning Qian sitting opposite Fang Xuan, and was startled.

But then he remembered that she was now a cripple, and he felt relieved, even a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes.

"Senior Brother Fei, isn't that...?" A member of the Fei family behind them also saw Fang Xuan and Ning Qian and asked in a low voice.

Fei Wu snorted coldly, his voice neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for the people at the nearby tables to hear:

"Just a disrespectful and arrogant newcomer."

The Fei family members behind him immediately understood and began to flatter him:

"That's right, they don't even respect Senior Brother Fei. They should be taught a lesson."

"With Senior Brother Fei's status, how could he be slighted?"

"He's only been a few days since he started and he's already so arrogant. If we don't discipline him, what will become of him?"

These words pleased Fei Wu greatly, and a smug look appeared on his chubby face as he puffed out his belly.

At this moment, a waiter, forcing a smile, stepped forward and said, "Gentlemen, please come in. This is our..."

"Get out of the way!" Fei Wu glared at him, and the waiter trembled in fright and quickly backed away.

The lobby quieted down considerably as many eyes turned toward the scene, some curious, some intrigued, and others indifferent.

Most of those present were cultivators, including many disciples of the Qingyun Sect, who naturally recognized Fei Wu's personal robes.

"It's Senior Brother Fei from Sword Peak..."

"Shh, keep your voice down."

"Senior Brother Fei... is he looking for trouble?"

"Looks like it, but Senior Sister Ning is here too..."

"Senior Sister Ning? Isn't she...?"

At another table, several Qingyun Sect disciples who appeared to have considerable cultivation and possessed a calm demeanor also looked over.

One of them frowned and whispered, "It's that idiot Fei Wu, causing trouble again."

The other person shook his head: "It's none of our business. Just focus on doing your mission."

The people at that table stopped discussing it and simply watched the situation unfold silently.

Fang Xuan naturally saw Fei Wu and his group as well, and frowned slightly.

Trouble really did come one after another.

However, he should not make any big moves at this moment, otherwise he might lose control and break through on the spot.

Seeing that Fang Xuan only glanced at him before lowering his head to deal with the pig's trotter, Fei Wu completely ignored him.

A surge of anger welled up inside him.

He chuckled dryly twice, then swayed his obese body and walked straight toward Fang Xuan's table.

"Junior Brother Fang, what a pleasant experience! Enjoying a delicious meal here?"

Fei Wu stood at the edge of the table, looking down at Fang Xuan, who was sitting down and not much shorter than him.

His tone was sarcastic, "What's wrong? You've forgotten even the basic etiquette when you see your senior brother? Aren't you going to get up and bow?"

The Fei family members behind him also surrounded him, forming a kind of encirclement, their faces bearing malicious smiles.

Fang Xuan ignored him.

Fei Wu's face darkened, feeling deeply insulted.

He suddenly reached out, his hand whistling through the air, to grab Fang Xuan's shoulder: "Are you deaf?!"

"Sizzle."

With a soft sound, Fei Wu's sleeve tore apart from his elbow to his shoulder, turning into pieces of cloth that fluttered down.

At the same time, seven or eight fine bloodstains instantly appeared on his exposed, fat arm, and blood quickly seeped out.

Fei Wu winced in pain, cried out, and pulled his hand back, looking at his blood-soaked arm with shock and anger.

Fang Xuan still didn't look up, but his hand holding the chopsticks paused slightly.

He knew it was Ning Qian's warning.

Silent and unseen, it only damaged clothing and skin, without harming bones or muscles, yet it was enough to intimidate.

It seems that although her cultivation level was damaged, some of her methods are still terrifyingly sharp.

Fei Wu was both shocked and furious, and his gaze suddenly shot towards Ning Qian, who had been sitting quietly.

Who else in the room could do that, besides this woman whom he had always regarded as a piece of trash?

Ning Qian slowly put down her chopsticks and raised her eyes.

Those cold eyes were like ice that had stood for ages, devoid of any warmth, as they calmly gazed at Fei Wu.

Fei Wu felt a chill run down his spine when he saw her gaze, but with so many eyes on him, especially with a group of his underlings watching behind him, how could he back down now?

"Ning Qian! How dare you lay a hand on me?!"

Fei Wu roared fiercely, his spirit power at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment erupting from his body. Although it was weak, it was still quite powerful.

He suddenly raised his other good hand and clenched it into a fist.

He disregarded everything and threw a punch at Ning Qian, who was standing next to Fang Xuan!

He ultimately dared not attack Fang Xuan directly, fearing that Fang Xuan might be somewhat strange. However, beating up the cripple Ning Qian would both help him regain his honor and intimidate Fang Xuan, which he considered a win-win situation.

However, he underestimated Ning Qian and overestimated himself.

There was no fluctuation of spiritual energy, and no sound of wind.

Fei Wu, however, felt an extremely sharp "intention" instantly lock onto him.

"Sword... Sword intent?!" A horrifying thought flashed through Fei Wu's mind, but it was too late.

"puff!"

It felt as if an invisible blade had slashed through.

The spiritual energy gathered on Fei Wu's fist instantly dissipated, and he was struck as if by a heavy blow. He spat out a mouthful of blood and his obese body flew backward.

"Boom!"

He knocked over two tables, shattering cups, plates, and bowls all over the floor. Finally, he slammed heavily against the wall before sliding down and collapsing to the ground.

For a moment, he couldn't even get up. He just clutched his chest, staring at Ning Qian in utter horror, his face as pale as paper.

Impossible... It must be the power of some kind of magical artifact.

The entire lobby of Fuchunlou was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene, at the aloof woman sitting quietly, as if she had merely dusted herself off.

Then he looked at Fei Wu, who was spitting blood and lying paralyzed in the corner.

The Fei family members behind Fei Wu were even more terrified, frozen in place, unable to move forward or backward.

They hadn't even seen how Ning Qian made her move.

All we saw was Fei Wu throw a fierce punch, then inexplicably cough up blood and fly backward!

"What...what are you still standing there for!"

"Fei Wu caught his breath, feeling both ashamed and furious. He roared hoarsely, "Attack! All of you, attack them! Cripple them! I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong!"

The Fei family members seemed to wake from a dream. Although they were terrified, they dared not disobey Fei Wu's orders.

The group exchanged glances, drew their weapons, and with their spiritual energy surging, they braced themselves and surrounded Fang Xuan and Ning Qian.

They dared not attack Ning Qian directly, as the scene just now was too frightening, so they focused their main target on Fang Xuan, who hadn't moved much.

"Walk."

Ning Qian whispered something to Fang Xuan quickly, and at the same time reached out and grabbed his wrist, trying to pull him up and leave.

The seemingly casual sword intent she had just unleashed had taken a heavy toll on her body and mind, leaving her even paler than before and her breathing somewhat unsteady.

Fei Wu had a decent protective magic weapon on him, so the attack just now didn't really seriously injure him, but it did startle him.

Fang Xuan, however, grasped Ning Qian's somewhat cold hand and gently pressed it, signaling her to calm down.

I don't want to use my spiritual power because I'm afraid I won't be able to control the opportunity for a breakthrough and it will delay my important business.

But, I don't want to.

It cannot be returned to what it cannot be.