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

The night breeze was a bit chilly.

Fang Xuan stood in front of the disciple's room assigned to him.

The cabin was located halfway up Jianfeng Mountain. It wasn't luxurious, but it was quiet enough, which he liked.

Instead of rushing inside, I looked up at the sky.

It was a dark and windy night, a fine day.

Today he accomplished a historic step, successfully getting Ning Qian to "train" him, and even receiving a full range of services including healing and medication!

This newbie gift pack should be quite generous, right?

System, oh system, considering how hard he's been working today, acting as both doctor and elixir transporter, give him something good...

Ideally, it should be something that could instantly launch him into the air, or something that could withstand Ning Qian's devastating attack in its later stages...

[Daily task settlement and reward distribution begins...]

coming!

Fang Xuan's spirits lifted, and his eyes brightened.

Settlement complete.

[Newbie quest "Receive one effective act of discipline" has been completed, rating F+]

[Reward Distribution: New Player Gift Pack (Unlocked) - Spirit Power Buns *2.]

[Today's additional training activities contributed a total of 0.3 training points.]

[Based on the conversion rate of the trained value, the reward is: 0.06 pieces of Spirit Power Bun.]

Fang Xuan's expectant expression froze instantly.

Spiritual energy... steamed buns? Only two? Plus... 0.06 fragments?

He opened the system space with his mind in disbelief.

Sure enough, two plump, white spiritual energy buns lay quietly in the corner, looking no different from the buns sold on the streets of ordinary people.

And next to it, there was a small clump of... bread crumbs that could barely be pinched into the size of a fingernail.

Even though I knew that these two steamed buns could increase my cultivation level, the system specifically noted that they would only increase my cultivation level slightly.

He had worked tirelessly all day, risking his life, battling with green tea, and recovering from serious injuries.

In the end, all I got was... two steamed buns that could slightly increase my cultivation level, plus a mouthful of crumbs?

0.06? That's incredibly insulting...

He was also "trained," wasn't he?

Seriously, I've never suffered such a great injustice in my life.

He thought it was a divine artifact or cultivation technique, or at the very least, a few hundred spirit stones.

The two steamed buns were still warm, probably freshly steamed by the system.

"Useless system," he cursed again.

I'm starting to regret it.

Binding himself to be a subject of discipline was undoubtedly the most brilliant decision he had made since transmigrating, bar none.

Every day, I'm systematically enslaved and called a sex slave, and all I get in return is this meager food ration?

I entered the room and sat on the bamboo bed.

Mosquitoes are meat no matter how small they are.

He still took one out of the system.

The steamed buns were warm to the touch, soft to the touch, and smelled... surprisingly appetizing?

I tried taking a bite.

It has a soft texture and a slightly sweet taste, just like a high-quality white flour steamed bun, even more fragrant and moist than ordinary steamed buns.

But then, a surge of pure spiritual energy flowed down his throat, quickly spreading throughout his limbs and bones, and finally converging into his dantian.

This spiritual energy wasn't overwhelming, but it was extremely pure.

It hardly needed any refining; it naturally integrated into his own cultivation.

After eating a steamed bun.

Originally at the late stage of Foundation Establishment, the barriers of his cultivation began to loosen under the influence of this spiritual power.

His cultivation level steadily took a small step forward, reaching the "half-step Void Core" level.

(Realm stages: Body Tempering, Qi Refining, Foundation Building, Void Core, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Spirit Transformation)

"Huh?" Fang Xuan was taken aback for a moment, then quickly looked inward at himself.

His cultivation level has indeed improved significantly, and his foundation is solid, without any sense of instability.

He finished the remaining steamed bun in a few bites, and the same feeling returned. His cultivation level increased solidly by a small margin, and he firmly established himself at the "half-step Void Core" level.

The results were surprisingly good, which surprised Fang Xuan.

Improving cultivation without bottlenecks—this effect is truly miraculous.

Although the improvement from a single steamed bun isn't huge for someone at his level, it has no side effects and accumulates to a considerable degree.

He picked up the "0.06 pieces of spiritual energy bun" again, hesitated for a moment, and then put it in his mouth.

It tastes the same, but the quantity is too small, and the spiritual energy feels negligible.

He smacked his lips, and the resentment in his heart subsided slightly.

But just thinking about reaching the Nascent Soul, Deity Transformation, or even higher realms, how many steamed buns would I have to eat?

How many times must I be Ning Qian's sex slave to get her back?

He sighed helplessly, walked to the window, and pushed open the small bamboo window.

A cool night breeze swept in, carrying the rustling sound of bamboo leaves.

The moonlight outside the window, as clear as water, reflects the swaying bamboo shadows, creating a serene and elegant scene...

.......

His sect, Qingyun Sect, is located in the ancient wilderness of the southern border of this world.

This place is far from the prosperity of the Central Plains, with towering mountains, dense forests and deep marshes, a region teeming with monsters and dangerous places.

This is precisely why the Qingyun Sect was able to dominate this place. Its disciples fought against demons and beasts year-round, so their combat abilities were generally quite strong, and the sect's overall style was also inclined towards fierceness and bravery.

In the original novel, this place later became the final instance where the female protagonist, Ning Qian, pursued the path to immortality and refined all living beings.

The places she chooses as materials are all of considerable quality and quantity in terms of spiritual veins, demonic beasts, and even cultivators.

At least, the Fang family, from which he came, though powerful, would never be willing to launch a direct attack on such a tough sect rooted in a dangerous place.

Fang Xuan figured that, for now, relying solely on his status as a direct disciple, he should be able to move around and investigate within the sect without much trouble.

His current identity is the newly accepted personal disciple of the Sword Peak Master. He had only seen that peak master once from afar at the initiation ceremony.

Later, he was simply summoned, asked a few simple questions, and given some basic resources and an identity token, which was considered the completion of the apprenticeship.

He had inquired indirectly and learned that the peak master seemed to have a good opinion of his talent and temperament, but that was all; he hadn't shown any particular interest.

That's fine too; keep a low profile and observe the situation.

According to the original plot, the next period should be a time when Ning Qian is seriously injured and bedridden, silently enduring humiliation and pain.

Not long after, during a sect mission, Shen Qingqing will cause trouble again, slandering Ning Qian for "not giving up her evil intentions" and attempting to poison her and destroy the newly transplanted spiritual bone.

That reason is nonsense.

A person whose cultivation level has plummeted to rock bottom and who is still recovering from serious injuries wants to kill a junior sister who has accumulated abundant resources and is at the peak of her strength.

But strangely enough, everyone on Sword Peak, from that biased master to most of the fellow disciples, actually believed it!

Or rather, they are willing to believe it.

Thus, Ning Qian faced another round of blows and torment.

It's ridiculous, but that's the logic of the world of angst-filled stories...

Fang Xuan shook his head.

He needs to think about how to break the deadlock, or... how to use this opportunity to win back favor.

Let's see if we can advance the training process.

Of course, the premise is to ensure that you don't get involved.

Otherwise, his identity as the young master would be exposed.

He made a group of people slap him in the face, and then said, "I was blind."

.......

Coming to his senses and feeling the coolness of the night breeze, Fang Xuan suddenly realized that, putting aside the system tasks and future crises, this little place was actually quite nice.

He doesn't seem to have any grand ambitions.

Fighting and killing, vying for supremacy—those things just sound exhausting.

Deep down, he's still a modern person who craves comfort.

After all the hustle and bustle, you can finally live a comfortable life, with no shortage of resources, no one to mess with, and occasionally... well, just to appreciate the beauty of things.

For example, Ning Qian's legs, so white they were dazzling in the moonlight...

I've never seen such perfect jade feet before; it's worth dying for.

"call......."

I stretched out a big yawn, and all the fatigue of the day seemed to rush over me.

He closed the bamboo window, walked back to the bed, and lay down fully clothed.

The bamboo bed is a bit hard, but it's very refreshing.

"Things have come to this..."

He pulled the thin blanket over himself, closed his eyes, and muttered, "Let's go to sleep."

Tomorrow, I need to go and complete the formal apprenticeship ceremony, and also see if I can gather more information in Sword Peak.

Let's skip the four dishes and one soup; let's try harder and see if we can manage to eat three steamed buns.

As his breathing gradually calmed down, Fang Xuan drifted off to sleep.

In my dream, I seemed to see Ning's slender, fair legs swaying, and warm steamed buns flying around...