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

The news that Fei Wu had been kicked unconscious by Fang Xuan at Fuchun Tower and that his men had scattered like birds and beasts had reached the Sword Peak of Qingyun Sect before dawn, and naturally it also reached Shen Qingqing's ears.

She was sitting in her ornately decorated side hall, slowly combing her long black hair in front of a bronze mirror.

After listening to her trusted maid's hushed report, she paused slightly in the hand holding the jade comb.

"A nascent elixir?" She gently put down the jade comb and uttered those two words.

Fang Xuan... he's already at the Void Core stage?

He's only been a beginner for a few days? This talent is simply astonishing!

No wonder Fei Wu, that good-for-nothing, couldn't do anything to him even with a group of people; instead, they were dealt with so badly.

Shen Qingqing not only didn't find it troublesome, but her desire to firmly control Fang Xuan grew even stronger.

Such a young, handsome, and terrifyingly talented gem.

If one could become her devoted follower, it would be a tremendous help to her.

He's a million times better than that idiot Fei Wu.

She clenched her fingers.

Now it seems that there are only two ways to make Fang Xuan no longer an obstacle, or even to make him work for her.

First, make him fall at her feet due to her beauty and her methods.

She is confident in this.

They weren't worried at all about Ning Qian, that wooden beauty, posing any threat.

What good is Ning Qian's beauty if she always has a cold, deadpan expression? She can't smile, she can't act cute, and she certainly can't make a man happy.

She's been at Sword Peak for over a decade. Aside from necessary sect affairs, when has she ever been seen to speak a normal word to any male disciple?

Like a mute, utterly boring.

When Ning Qian first entered Sword Peak, Shen Qingqing noticed this orphan girl.

She is quite good-looking, but she is aloof and doesn't like to talk.

Moreover, with no parents and no background, he was clearly the easiest to manipulate and the most suitable stepping stone.

As expected, things have turned out just as they did over the years.

It probably won't be long before Fang Xuan, with his youthful spirit, gets thoroughly fed up with Ning Qian's lifeless, unromantic, and aloof demeanor.

When the time comes, I'll just use a little trickery, and I'm not afraid he won't come over obediently.

Just thinking about Fang Xuan's handsome and refined face, and those eyes that were sometimes clear and sometimes cold.

Shen Qingqing couldn't help but feel her heart heat up. Such a perfect person should belong to her, Shen Qingqing!

As for the second option...

If Fang Xuan is truly ungrateful, or knows too many things he shouldn't know...

For example, the plan to have Ning Qian undergo a blood transfusion to restore her bones.

This is crucial for her to stabilize her spiritual bones and improve her aptitude; she must not afford to fail.

Therefore, this obstacle must be completely removed.

It's just a matter of putting in some effort and using more strength.

However, after careful consideration, Shen Qingqing still felt that the first possibility was the most likely.

After all, from childhood to adulthood, she has never failed any man she has cared about, whether he was a senior brother from a sect or a scion of a noble family.

She knows all too well where her strengths lie and how to utilize them.

I'll have to try again next time.

Shen Qingqing looked in the mirror and slowly revealed a confident smile.

However, before that, she had to go to her father, Shen Chen's, place.

The rejection reaction from the spirit bone seems to have become somewhat recurrent recently, requiring Father to use his spiritual power to help suppress and soothe it.

Moreover... I heard that Father recently acquired an ancient secret cultivation technique, which is quite powerful...

Shen Qingqing's mind started to wander.

She got up and went to the wardrobe to carefully select clothes.

I need to change into something more... practical when I go to see my father today.

Let's just leave the rest blank to avoid any trouble.

Thinking of the potential effects of that secret technique and her father's consistent doting on her, Shen Qingqing's face flushed with an alluring blush.

I hope Father... will take pity on Qing'er.

.......

Bamboo Grove in the Valley.

Early in the morning, just as dawn was breaking.

The birds in the valley chirped incessantly.

Fang Xuan was still holding Ning Qianxiang's quilt, fast asleep.

He's a restless sleeper; one leg was sticking out of the blanket, and his hair was a bit messy.

But with his eyebrows relaxed and a slight smile on his lips, he looked like he was sleeping soundly.

"Chirp chirp—chatter—"

The birdsong persisted.

Fang Xuan frowned slightly in his sleep, subconsciously turned over, pulled the blanket in his arms up, and covered his head.

It took about half a cup of tea to finish.

"Knock knock."

A soft knock sounded on the door.

Then came Ning Qian's voice, still as cold and aloof as ever.

"Junior brother, it's Chen Shi (7-9 AM)."

Fang Xuan then groggily opened his eyes and peeked out from under the covers.

The room was well-lit enough to see the furnishings clearly.

He blinked, adjusted his vision, and then stretched out a big yawn.

Ah... I have a senior sister's wake-up service, and then I can have breakfast.

This kind of life sounds pretty good.

He nimbly got out of bed, quickly put on his coat, tidied his hair, tied it into a ponytail, and then pushed open the door.

The cool morning air is invigorating.

In the courtyard, Ning Qian had already gotten up and was standing in front of the stone table next to the small kitchen. She seemed to have just finished washing up, and her profile looked exceptionally fair in the morning light.

Good morning, senior sister.

Fang Xuan greeted them with a smile, then consciously walked to the corner of the courtyard, splashed his face with the cool stream water, and completely woke up.

By the time he dried his face and walked to the stone table, Ning Qian had already brought out a simple breakfast.

Fang Xuan looked at the things on the table and blinked.

So many...

On the side where he usually sat, there was a large bowl... well, it could almost be called a small jar.

A whole vat of spirit rice porridge, with some chopped crisp vegetable leaves and a few drops of oil sprinkled on top.

In the small dish next to it were piles of pickled vegetable shreds and two boiled eggs.

In front of Ning Qian was only a small porcelain bowl, which was only seven or eight-tenths full of porridge and a small handful of pickled vegetables, but no egg.

The contrast is... a bit too stark.

Fang Xuan touched his nose, a little embarrassed:

"Senior sister... I can't eat that much..."

Although he can eat a lot, this huge vat is just too much.

Ning Qian had already sat down, picked up her spoon, and looked up at him upon hearing this, her tone calm and natural:

"Your cultivation has improved, and your blood and energy are abundant, so you consume a lot of energy. Eat more so you will have the strength to practice swordsmanship."

She paused, then added, "There's still some in the pot."

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

Does my senior sister have some misunderstanding about him? Does he look like a complete glutton...?

I really want to eat meat...

Yesterday at Fuchunlou, we ordered meat dishes, but Fei Wu and his gang ruined the meal, so we didn't get to enjoy it to the fullest.

However, it was just a casual remark; he wasn't really complaining.

He scooped up a large spoonful of porridge and put it in his mouth.

The rice was cooked to perfection, soft, sticky, sweet, and imbued with a spiritual essence.

Salted vegetables are crisp and refreshing, and the combination is simple yet delicious.

He began to work diligently to eliminate the mountain of porridge.

They ate so fast their cheeks bulged out.

Ning Qian occasionally glanced up at his somewhat childish way of eating, and a hint of tenderness flashed across her cool eyes.

He was indeed hungry; we can't let him hide away to eat steamed buns anymore.

She ate slowly, finishing her small bowl of porridge quickly, and then sat quietly, waiting for Fang Xuan to finish.

Then, seeing that Fang Xuan had finished eating, they went and served him another bowl.

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

He really wanted to say, "If you keep feeding me, I'll really turn into a pig..."