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

Chapter 32 Hit a brick wall

"superior!"

The leader, a late-stage Foundation Establishment member of the Fei family, gritted his teeth and swung his longsword first, unleashing a crimson sword light that pierced straight at Fang Xuan's shoulder!

Seeing this, the others also made their moves, with flashes of swords, shadows of fists, and even the activation of two low-level fire talismans.

In an instant, several attacks came from different directions at Fang Xuan, sealing off most of his room to dodge.

In their view, no matter how strong Fang Xuan was, he was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, and even two fists could not defeat four hands.

Besides, there are five or six of them, at least at the early Foundation Establishment stage, and they have talismans to assist them. They should be able to take them down no matter what!

Fang Xuan didn't even look at the incoming flashes of swords and spears.

He simply held the middle of the newly wrapped black sword sheath in his left hand, and then casually swept it horizontally.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Crack!"

The three men at the forefront, whether wielding swords or throwing punches, felt an immense, mountain-like force crashing down on them.

Amid screams, the three were sent flying backward at an even greater speed than when they charged, crashing heavily into the lobby wall.

The wall cracked from the impact, and the three landed with blood gushing from their mouths.

It seems... he's a little dead?

Fang Xuan didn't even flinch, as if he had just casually swatted away a few mosquitoes.

.......

"Clang!" "Crack!"

All the Qingyun Sect disciples who had not yet made a move and were observing felt a sudden tightness in their chests, as if an invisible hand had gripped their hearts, making it difficult to breathe.

The circulation of spiritual energy within the body momentarily stagnated.

The bluestone slabs on the ground, with Fang Xuan's feet as the center, had spiderweb-like cracks that spread several feet out with a "crackling" sound.

The pressure of the illusory core!

It is genuine spiritual pressure, the kind that only a true cultivator at the Void Core Realm possesses.

Although it was only a slight leak, it was like a boulder pressing down on these cultivators who were at most in the late Foundation Establishment stage.

"A void...a void core!"

The leader of the Fei family disciples had the highest cultivation level and the clearest senses. His sword clattered to the ground, his face turned deathly pale, and his teeth chattered.

My legs went weak, and I almost knelt down on the spot.

The other Fei family members who were lucky enough not to be knocked away immediately were terrified and could barely hold their weapons.

Their faces were pale, their bodies trembling like leaves, and their eyes were filled with fear as they looked at Fang Xuan.

Foundation Establishment to Core Formation? This isn't just kicking a hornet's nest; it's like ramming your head into a towering mountain.

This is not how you court death!

Fang Xuan glanced at them sideways, his eyes indifferent, showing no murderous intent, yet more chilling than any murderous intent.

The three or four Fei family members scrambled to their feet and fled frantically toward the restaurant's entrance, wishing they had two more legs.

Forget about Senior Brother Fei and family orders; in the face of such an absolute difference in strength, they were all thrown to the winds.

"You...you...useless! A bunch of useless trash!"

Seeing his men abandon him and flee for their lives, Fei Wu was so angry that he spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Fang Xuan! You dare to harm a member of the Fei family! The Fei family will never let you get away with this! My father is..."

"Who knows your Fei family?" Fang Xuan walked up to him and interrupted him, his voice flat and emotionless.

Fei Wu was kicked so hard that he flew through the air, tracing an arc before crashing heavily into another wall.

This time, without even a groan, he simply tilted his head to the side and fainted.

A clear shoe print on his face, and his nose bridge seemed to have collapsed.

Fang Xuan shook his feet and felt that the soles of his shoes were a bit dirty.

He was actually itching to try out his newly acquired swordsmanship or teach them a more profound lesson.

But seeing those few Fei family members who were slow to run, and who were so frightened they collapsed to the ground...

Now is definitely not the time to completely break ties with the Fei family and go to extremes.

He'll find an opportunity.

However, this was just the beginning.

On Sword Peak, Fei Wu wasn't the only senior brother in the original story.

There are five or six more above.

Similar troubles will likely occur frequently in the future.

Fang Xuan secretly made his own calculations.

Based on his current cultivation progress, with the system's assistance and his own talent, it shouldn't be a problem for him to break through to the Golden Core stage in no time.

When the time comes, I should have enough confidence to take my senior sister away from the Qingyun Sect.

Killing Shen Chen might not be out of the question.

Anyway, if he doesn't cut, Ning Qian will.

Of course, it also depends on whether Ning Qian is willing to go with him.

Ning Qian at this moment has not yet experienced the utter despair and transformation after her rebirth, and her personality may still retain some of the characteristics from the early part of the original work.

For example, someone with a gentle nature, or a great philanthropist.

Fang Xuan wasn't quite sure yet.

Moreover, his original talent was only considered average in the Fang family, and the family did not place much hope on him.

But if he were to display Golden Core cultivation in his current seventeen-year-old body...

That was absolutely a genius who would shake the entire cultivation world.

At that time, the Fang family will probably look at him differently, and resources will be allocated to him accordingly.

To be honest, this body is indeed too young; the skin is handsome, and it looks like it's easy to bully.

That's perfect, this appearance allows me to continue playing dumb in front of my senior sister, lowering her guard and making it easier to advance that ridiculous training project.

Thinking of his grand plan of training, Fang Xuan glanced at the system in his consciousness.

I just made a move, but the system didn't pop up a judgment?

Protecting the master deserves an extra 100 training points.

He shook his head, stopped thinking about it, and turned back to the table.

"Senior sister, we shouldn't stay here any longer, let's go."

"Wait...wait a minute." Ning Qian's voice was very soft, and it seemed to carry a hint of...embarrassment?

Fang Xuan looked at her with a puzzled expression.

Ning Qian's gaze fell on the spot where Fei Wu had collapsed, or more precisely, on a storage bag embroidered with gold thread at Fei Wu's waist.

Fang Xuan understood instantly.

Senior sister, are you... going to loot the corpse? No, I mean collect the spoils of war.

Come to think of it, my senior sister is penniless now, and these troublemakers are offering themselves up. They're taking all the spirit stones, pills, and magical artifacts she has.

Seeing Ning Qian's aloof and detached face reveal such a money-grabbing expression, Fang Xuan found it rather endearingly unexpected.

"You...you go out first."

Ning Qian seemed a little uncomfortable under his gaze and looked away.

"I'll finish up the rest."

Fang Xuan almost laughed, but he held it in and tried his best to keep a serious expression on his face:

"Okay, I'll wait for you outside."

........

After a while.

Ning Xian walked straight out the door.

She walked up to him carrying a bulging bag, hiding it tightly with her hands.

But it seems a bit like... burying one's head in the sand...

The bag was so full that a few glittering spirit stones slipped out from the loosely tied opening.