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

The masked figure thought it had caught Fang Xuan's weakness of exhaustion.

Overjoyed, he tore through the layers of malevolent energy and pounced on Fang Xuan, who seemed to have no chance of fighting back.

It doesn't matter if our weaknesses are exposed.

Because it was certain that the human monk was at his last gasp.

The vast spiritual energy couldn't be faked; that burst of energy just now must have consumed a huge amount of energy, and now it was heavily entangled with malevolent energy, its aura clearly weakening.

As long as I devour his soul and drain his essence, I can not only make up for the losses, but my strength will probably also increase to a higher level.

Close, closer!

They could almost smell the fragrance emanating from Fang Xuan's vibrant soul.

It greedily opened its invisible maw, ready to devour the blood-stained figure completely.

Fang Xuan, who had been listless, finally raised his eyes.

But there was no fear in those eyes, only mockery.

The trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, still wet with sweat, now seemed like a silent mockery.

The next moment, a surge of even more powerful spiritual energy erupted from the seemingly dried-up meridians within his body.

With a flick of his wrist, the malevolent energy that had been wrapped around him broke apart inch by inch.

The overwhelming spiritual energy was released, and with the trace of cold sword intent that he had comprehended as a guide, it was mixed with the savage and ferocious aura of the black sword itself.

He simply faced the horrifying, horrified face so close to him, and with a single, effortless strike, he slashed out with his sword.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

The demon-faced main body froze in mid-air as it lunged forward, its face, condensed from malevolent energy, instantly solidifying its wild joy.

"You...are playing me?"

.......

As the main core was destroyed by a single sword strike, the massive crimson barrier it supported began to dissipate rapidly.

Several cracks appeared in the dark red sky, and pale moonlight shone through the cracks, casting beams of light onto the desolate valley below.

In just a few breaths, all the remaining malevolent energy vanished into the world.

Fang Xuan stood still, sword in hand, the black sword pointing diagonally at the ground, a faint trace of malevolent energy still slowly dissipating from the tip.

He was breathing slightly heavily, his face appearing exceptionally pale in the moonlight, and his breathing was somewhat unsteady.

It was as if that sword strike had truly exhausted his last bit of strength.

Done and that's it.

That was a rather forceful slap, but the effect was outstanding.

......

He didn't look at Ning Qian, who was lying on the ground in the distance. Instead, he swayed as if he had lost the strength to even stand up.

The black sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and he seemed to have exhausted his last bit of life force. His eyes slowly closed, and his body slumped backward.

As he fell, his fingers quickly brushed across several acupoints on his chest and abdomen.

If you're going to be dizzy, you have to be really dizzy; if you're going to act, you have to

Especially when dealing with someone as perceptive and insecure as my senior, I can't afford to leave any openings.

Although doing this seems rather unethical...

He made the decision on the spur of the moment; otherwise, with his senior sister's aloof demeanor, when would she ever... cough cough... hehehehe

This damn system keeps pressuring him, saying that a qualified sex slave must crave his master's body and request... intercourse with his master...

I kept making empty promises to him.

However, the progress is indeed too slow. After two months, they have only held hands.

Don't underestimate Shen Chen just because he's only a Golden Core cultivator. The sect leader and the elders above him are all at the Nascent Soul stage.

He still needs to speed up the training process, otherwise he's really afraid something might go wrong.

However, I've heard that raising them like this... can easily lead to problems...

But... given how aloof she is, she probably wouldn't..., right...?

......

"Bang."

He slowly fell to the cold, wrecked ground, raising a light dust, and then fell silent.

Only the night wind stirred his disheveled long hair and tattered clothes.

......

The malevolent aura dissipated, and the moonlight was cold and clear.

Ning Qian slumped at the edge of the barrier, almost thinking she was hallucinating.

One moment it was a despairing sea of ​​blood that devoured everything, the next moment it was the annihilation of evil spirits and the collapse of the barrier.

She raised her head blankly, her unfocused gaze straining to focus through the dissipating dust and falling bamboo leaf fragments, looking toward the center of the battlefield.

Then, she saw Fang Xuan.

Her long clothes were torn and stained with blood and dust, and her long hair was disheveled, covering half of her pale face.

The sword in his hand fell to the side, its light gone.

Not moving at all.

"Fang...Xuan..."

......

The next day at noon

Outside the window, birds were chirping.

The sunlight was perfect, streaming in through the window.

Fang Xuan opened his eyes groggily. The sunlight was too bright, and he squinted, feeling a little uncomfortable.

I slept in my senior's bed and used her blanket.

His whole body was wrapped in bandages, tightly bound together.

It seems to be present from the chest to the arms, and even the legs.

But... the injury seems to have healed.

He could only carefully adjust his condition to the level of someone who had just woken up from a serious injury and was weak and powerless.

Her breathing was slow and shallow, her face remained pale from blood loss, and even her eyes were only slightly open.

Yes, she's still in Ningxian's room.

The plan is in place.

He began to look around.

The room was quiet, and the sunlight outside the window was lovely; it seemed to be noon the next day.

The swaying bamboo shadows that should have been reflected on the window paper were gone, presumably the bamboo grove outside suffered heavy losses in last night's "catastrophe".

Ning Qian was not in the house.

Fang Xuan slowly propped himself up to sit up, his movements "difficult" and "slow," fully demonstrating the helplessness of a seriously injured person.

The blanket slipped off, revealing the excessively wrapped white bandages on her body.

no.....!

Why are there bandages inside my underwear?!

.......

A short while later, my stomach started rumbling in protest.

I'm so hungry!

Yesterday was filled with intense battles and dramatic performances, which took a toll on me.

He struggled to get off the bed, walked unsteadily to the window, and pushed it open completely.

The dazzling sunlight rushed in instantly, causing him to squint subconsciously.

The sight outside the window startled him.

The damage to the bamboo forest was not the only one that was severe.

The once quiet and elegant courtyard is now almost unrecognizable.

The open space where he usually practiced swordsmanship was completely destroyed, and the medicinal herb field was not spared either. The herbs that were already growing crookedly were nowhere to be seen.

And the most eye-catching...

It was his bamboo house, which was right next to Ningxian's main house.

Before he could even settle into his new little house, a massive, diagonal crack had cleaved it in two, from the roof to the walls.

Judging from the sharp and clean crack, it must have been cleaved open by his sword energy.

I didn't see clearly yesterday and ended up killing my own family too.

That's good; now we don't even need the excuse of taking the roof repairs slow.

......

Ning Qian isn't here; she's probably out looking for food.

After last night's ordeal, she herself suffered quite a few injuries.

He looked out the window at the dilapidated but sun-drenched courtyard, listening to the faint sounds of a stream and birdsong in the distance, and felt very comfortable.

Next, it's time to assess the results.

And he considered how to use the seriously injured person's identity and homelessness to further advance his training program.

He turned around and slowly walked back to the bedside to sit down.

Now all we have to do is wait for my senior sister to feed us.