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

Punishment...?

What should be the punishment?

She hadn't really thought about how to punish this seemingly obedient but actually wicked junior brother.

Make him stand facing the wall in repentance? Make him stand in front of the bamboo for several hours?

It seems too light, and he'll probably take the opportunity to doze off or daydream.

Slap his palm? Ning Qian imagined the scene: she held the ruler, and Fang Xuan obediently held out his hand...

I feel inexplicably...strange.

Punishing him by making him copy the rules of the sect? He might even come up with some twisted logic from that.

Several options flashed through Ning Qianxin's mind, but she rejected them all.

Looking into Fang Xuan's expectant eyes, she suddenly felt that her authority as a senior sister had completely vanished at this moment.

Oh well... anyway, he didn't really do anything wrong.

Ning Qian felt a sense of relief and was about to speak, to finish saying, "If you know, then..."

"Senior sister, I have a whip here."

Fang Xuan's voice interrupted her thoughts.

He pulled out a long, extremely thick, jet-black whip from his storage bag.

Ning Qian: "......!"

Her cool eyes widened slightly, and she quickly said, "No...no need."

"No, Senior Sister."

Fang Xuan remained adamant, even stepping forward and holding the whip in both hands to indicate, "Please, Senior Sister, take the whip."

"I was indeed reckless today. I talked back to my senior sister and hit my fellow disciples too hard. If I am not punished, I am afraid that I will become more and more arrogant and make serious mistakes in the future."

"As an instructor, the senior sister should strictly discipline them."

He spoke with righteous indignation and deep sincerity.

Ning Qian was momentarily speechless at his profound and righteous words, her face flushing even more as she waved her hands repeatedly, "No..."

"No," Fang Xuan echoed, his eyes pleading.

"No." Ning Qian raised her voice slightly.

"No." Fang Xuan refused to back down and even pushed the whip forward a little further.

How could he let such a good opportunity slip by?

Just as the grand project of discipline was about to take a substantial step, escalating from appreciating jade feet and intimate clothing to being severely whipped with a small whip.

The system rewards will come pouring in, right? Maybe he'll even get a real plate of pickled vegetables as a reward.

Ning Qian was both anxious and embarrassed by his persistent pestering. She looked at his shameless attitude, as if he wouldn't give up until he hit her.

My junior brother has such a terrible temper.

He was clearly teasing her on purpose, trying to make her feel awkward.

She bit her lower lip

"If you're unhappy... then just hit your senior sister a couple of times."

After saying that, he turned slightly to the side.

Fang Xuan: "...?"

Wait a minute... this script isn't right.

How did it turn into him hitting his senior sister? Who's disciplining whom here?

He silently put the whip away, feeling a little tired.

Why does it feel like my senior sister is listening to him more and more?

Shouldn't he become more obedient and compliant as the training process normally progresses...?

Now look what's happened! He wants to be beaten, but his senior sister would rather take the beating herself than lay a hand on him.

What's going on with this bizarre reverse training...?

.......

Ning Qian didn't mention the punishment again, turned around and quickly went into her room, closing the door behind her.

Fang Xuan stood in the courtyard, lost in thought.

It seems that relying on actively seeking masochism to quickly advance the training process is not a viable option for the time being.

I should try to build up his favorability first; maybe then my senior sister will... be able to step on him barefoot.

Hmm, that's a good option.

Temporarily setting aside distractions, he walked to the center of the courtyard, sat cross-legged, and took out the gray jade slip he had obtained from the Sutra Repository.

As his consciousness sank in, the first three levels of the nameless cultivation technique clearly appeared.

This technique, like his second brother's, is essentially simple and brutal.

One pursues quality, the other pursues quantity; both are taking extreme approaches.

This is quite different from the mainstream cultivation methods he had encountered before, since most of them emphasize purity and refinement.

The cultivation method is indeed strange, requiring repeated impacts in a specific way to expand the meridians and dantian.

My senior said it must be very difficult to get started...

Fang Xuan recalled Ning Qian's words, composed himself, and carefully began to mobilize the spiritual power within his body, following the guidance of the first level of the technique.

At first, it was somewhat sluggish, and the flow of spiritual energy was slow.

But it only ran for less than three cycles—

Fang Xuan's body trembled slightly, and the spiritual energy in his dantian seemed to be strongly attracted and began to accelerate its circulation on its own.

The meridian route that had felt awkward before suddenly became incredibly smooth.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth was drawn in and surged into his body from all directions at a speed several times faster than when he usually cultivated the "Azure Cloud Qi Guiding Technique".

Moreover, he clearly felt that his total spiritual power was growing and expanding at an astonishing rate.

If the original spiritual energy was like a small pond, then at this moment, a continuous flow of water is pouring in, and the pond is visibly turning into a lake...

The first level, just like that, so naturally... you broke through?

Fang Xuan was a little confused.

He withdrew from his inner vision, opened his eyes, looked at the jade slip in his hand, and then felt the spiritual power within his body, which had indeed surged considerably.

Not right.

Where is the promised hardship and suffering? Where are the promised extremely high demands on physical strength and willpower?

Fake cultivation technique? Impossible, the increase in spiritual power is real.

Could it be... that he really is a genius?

However, as long as it works, that's fine.

Fang Xuan quickly put his doubts aside and began to try operating the second layer with great interest.

It went incredibly smoothly.

Half an hour later, he had already mastered the first three levels of the nameless martial arts technique.

Although it will take time to fully master the technique, the circulation of the cultivation method is no longer sluggish, and the total amount of spiritual energy in the body has increased by nearly 50% compared to before.

Moreover, this growth is not superficial. Although the spiritual energy is not as condensed and sharp as before, it is more profound and enduring, like a vast ocean.

He had a sudden inspiration and wanted to test the effect.

He stood up and looked at a half-person-high blue stone by the stream in the distance.

In an instant, the vast spiritual power within his body was activated, surging out like a flood bursting its banks.

The bluestone had no chance to struggle and was instantly crushed into dust.

The small bamboo grove behind it was also swept away by the violent aftershocks of the spiritual energy, causing bamboo leaves to fly everywhere.

What stunned Fang Xuan even more was—

"Splash—!!"

His bamboo house was only half-built, and the other half collapsed under the impact of this sudden spiritual energy shock and air current.

Fang Xuan: "..."

The door of the bamboo house next door creaked open.

Ning Qian strode out, and upon seeing Fang Xuan, simply uttered two words: "...spendthrift."

Fang Xuan: "..."

Ning Qian looked at the completely destroyed roof and then at the sky.

"Tonight, I fear I will not be able to rest here again."

The materials they bought were only enough to repair half of the roof.

Fang Xuan's eyes lit up; an opportunity.

"Senior sister, can I just take the extra mattress from your room and sleep on a makeshift bed on the floor outside?"

She looked away, staring at the scattered thatch on the ground, her voice barely audible: "There's still room inside."

After saying that, she stopped looking at Fang Xuan and turned to walk back into her room.

My plan to sleep in my senior's bed... oh no, I mean, to stay overnight, seems to have succeeded again.

As for repairing the roof?

It can't be fixed in a short time anyway.

Okay, let's talk about it tomorrow.

No, we can talk about it the day after tomorrow.

It must be repaired, it absolutely must be repaired.

However, the repairs will be a bit slow.