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

The hall was very spacious.

He had only taken a few steps inside when, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure "coincidentally" walking out from the corner of the side hall corridor.

Shen Qingqing.

She was clearly dressed up carefully, with light makeup, and deliberately slowed her pace as she walked, appearing delicate and frail.

Upon seeing Fang Xuan, a look of surprise immediately appeared on her face, as if it were truly an unexpected encounter.

"Junior Brother Fang Xuan?"

Her voice was soft as she quickly approached, "What a coincidence! Junior Brother, what brings you to the main hall? Is there something you need?"

Fang Xuan didn't stop walking, nor did he glance in her direction, as if she were just a wisp of air in front of him, and walked straight into the depths of the main hall.

Shen Qingqing's smile froze for a moment.

She deliberately adjusted her angle, estimating the distance, just as Fang Xuan was about to walk past her—

"oops!"

With a soft gasp, she lost her balance and fell headfirst into Fang Xuan's arms.

The timing, angle, and posture were all handled exceptionally well.

With this fall, she naturally fell into Fang Xuan's arms, embracing his warm and soft body. Coupled with the panicked and pitiful expression on her face at that moment.

And then there's the subtle, alluring fragrance she deliberately exudes... Based on countless past successful experiences, no man could truly push her away.

Fang Xuan's steps were perfectly steady; he simply shifted his upper body to the side, just enough to avoid Shen Qingqing's falling trajectory.

"Thump!"

The carefully planned embrace turned into a solid fall.

Shen Qingqing fell to the floor, her carefully styled hair becoming slightly disheveled.

She lay on the ground, momentarily stunned and unable to react.

How could... how could he... just dodge it like that?

They didn't even offer to help him up?

She dressed up specially, and even her voice was three points softer and more charming than usual. Why did Fang Xuan look down on her so much?

Is he blind? Or did that bitch Ning Qian bewitch him with some kind of spell?

Fang Xuan finally stopped, turned slightly to the side, and glanced indifferently at Shen Qingqing, who had fallen to the ground.

Staged accident? That's such an outdated trick.

The influence of the original work's story is still too strong; there are really people who like this kind of thing...

Hmm, toilet-scented chocolate?

He didn't want to pay too much attention to it. In the end, Shen Qingqing was just a clown in the early stages, a tool villain. The key was Shen Chen behind her.

Once she gets Shen Chen under control, she'll naturally be unable to cause any trouble.

However, Shen Chen, that old fox, must have some skills to have managed to push Ning Qian to the brink of defeat step by step. We can't underestimate him...

Although the methods used in the original work... do seem quite idiotic now...

He didn't speak, looked away, and continued walking forward.

"Ugh..."

The sound of Shen Qingqing sobbing came from behind.

She struggled to her feet, not immediately tidying her disheveled appearance, but letting her hair remain messy, her eyes instantly filling with tears.

She raised her tear-streaked face again, looking at Fang Xuan's retreating figure with a wronged expression, her voice trembling:

"Junior Brother Fang... do you... do you hate your senior sister that much? You won't even... won't you help her up..."

As she spoke, she wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and staggered after Fang Xuan.

It seemed to want to rush over for comfort again, this time with a clearer goal—Fang Xuan's embrace.

"Qingqing knows she was wrong... It's Qingqing's fault for making Junior Brother angry... Junior Brother, you can hit me or scold me, just please don't ignore me..."

Her crying was so sincere, and coupled with her pitiful face, anyone else would probably have softened their heart long ago.

He felt that he had gone too far and hurt the beauty's heart.

Fang Xuan couldn't take it anymore and just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

Damn it, that horrifying sound is deafening.

He simply couldn't understand this cruel cultivation world where strength reigned supreme and killing for treasure was commonplace.

Why is it that Shen Qingqing, who has no real skills other than crying, pretending to be weak and scheming, can still bewitch a group of so-called geniuses and make them willingly become her dogs?

Is the plot really deliberately making people less intelligent?

Just as Shen Qingqing, her voice trembling with tears, was about to "fall" into Fang Xuan's arms again—

The light at the entrance of the palace dimmed.

Ning Qian heard the commotion inside and, still feeling uneasy, went in.

As soon as she entered, she saw Shen Qingqing rushing into Fang Xuan's arms, tears streaming down her face.

Ning Qian froze in place, her cold eyes narrowed sharply, and her hands, hanging by her sides, clenched unconsciously.

Slender fingers pressed against the palm, pinching until they turned white.

However, the scene that Shen Qingqing was expected to throw herself into Fang Xuan's arms did not happen.

Fang Xuan frowned and kicked her away.

crazy?

Shen Qingqing cried out again, and fell heavily to the ground once more in an even more disheveled manner than before.

Ning Qian's tightly clenched fingers loosened slightly.

Fang Xuan also looked up at Ning Qian at the palace entrance:

"Senior sister, what brings you in?"

Shen Qingqing, who was lying on the ground, suddenly looked up when she heard Ning Qian's name.

When he saw Ning Qian's figure, a flash of resentment instantly appeared in his eyes.

It must be her. It must be that bitch Ning Qian who said something bad about me to Fang Xuan.

Otherwise, given her looks and abilities, how could Fang Xuan be so cold to her, even... physically assaulting her?!

It must be Ning Qian who's jealous of me, that vicious bitch.

She was unwilling to accept that he had stolen her spiritual bone, her status, and her father's favor, so she tried to sow discord between them.

She struggled to get up, this time she really hurt herself, and tears streamed down her face.

But when he looked at Ning Qian, he put on an even more pitiful and sorrowful expression, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

"Senior Sister Ning...you, you're here to see Qingqing make a fool of herself too? Qingqing knows that I was immature before and upset you...but, but I really didn't mean to..."

As she spoke, she looked at Ning Qian with a wronged and self-reproachful expression.

Ning Qian didn't even look at her; her gaze was fixed on Fang Xuan.

Seeing that he was unharmed, though his face showed a hint of impatience, the inexplicable anxiety in my heart finally subsided.

"Stay away from her..."

After saying that, she became a little nervous. Was she meddling? Fang Xuan probably didn't like her interfering... After all, she wasn't anyone to him...

Upon hearing this, Shen Qingqing was overjoyed and almost burst out laughing.

Which man could stand Ning Qian's cold, commanding tone?

Especially for a proud and arrogant genius like Fang Xuan, how could he possibly listen to a useless senior sister, especially in front of another beautiful and delicate senior sister?

Men care a lot about their pride. The more Ning Qian acts this way, the more Fang Xuan might do the opposite. In fact, to prove his "right-hand manship" and "chivalry," he might even get closer to her.

She looked at Fang Xuan with teary eyes, waiting for his reaction, waiting for this man to refute Ning Qian and walk towards her, in the face of face and beauty.

Then, she saw Fang Xuan scratch his head and smile sheepishly:

"Okay, senior sister."

Shen Qingqing's expression froze instantly.

"Mmm." Ning Qian responded softly, loosening her fingers that had been slightly clenched, and her tense shoulders seemed to relax a little.

She didn't glance at the petrified Shen Qingqing again, turned around, and walked out of the hall first, leaving behind only one sentence:

"I'll wait for you outside, don't take too long."

"Understood, Senior Sister." Fang Xuan quickly replied, glancing at Shen Qingqing who was still standing there dumbfounded, and then ignored her.

Shen Qingqing was left alone, standing in the empty and cold hall.

She stared intently at Ning Qian's departing figure, her nails digging deep into her palms, almost drawing blood.

Ningxian...

You just wait!