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

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the bamboo window, illuminating Fang Xuan's face at an angle.

He was fast asleep, dreaming that he was racing against a pile of plump white steamed buns, and was about to catch up with the last one filled with red bean paste—

The door was gently pushed open.

"Hmm? Senior sister? Good morning..."

Fang Xuan also woke up, yawned, and sat up sleepily.

Ning Qian walked in, turned around, closed the door, and spoke directly.

"Take off your clothes."

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

Take off...take off what?

He blinked, looking at Ning Qian, who stood straight by the bed with a normal expression, and wondered if he was hallucinating.

Ning Qian just looked at him quietly, her expression very serious.

Fang Xuan was still a little stunned. So fast?

And... it was very early in the morning.

System, system, did you see that? It wasn't him who took the initiative; it was his senior sister who forced him to have it.

This is a golden opportunity, isn't this training worth it to the max?

His fingers moved quickly as he began to untie the ties of his inner garment.

"Okay, senior sister..."

He took off his outer garment and unbuttoned most of his inner garment.

[Ding! Detected that sex slave Fang Xuan, under the explicit command of his master Ning Qian, has voluntarily and expectantly exposed his body.]

[Behavioral Judgment: Absolute Obedience of Sex Slaves to Their Masters' Commands]

[Discipline Value +6!]

Ning Qian watched him begin to undress, and saw the "naive and clueless, ready to be taken advantage of" expression on his face.

I then realized that what I just said... seemed to have some ambiguity.

She turned her face away, a little embarrassed.

It's all my fault for being used to giving orders directly. Just now, I was only thinking about checking the wound and changing the dressing, and I blurted out those words.

My junior brother is still young... and at an age where he doesn't understand anything.

The way she put it made her sound like some kind of enchantress from the Hehuan Sect, trying to seduce her naive junior brother.

......

But... she couldn't fool herself.

In the past few days, especially after Fang Xuan was seriously injured, fell into a coma, and then woke up, she was indeed filled with a strange feeling.

She thought she had severed all worldly ties, but they unexpectedly began to grow again.

However... she wouldn't lie to herself that he was a little too young... so she would raise him for a few more years.

"Don't overthink it," Ning Qian tried her best to make her voice sound calm and even, but she never dared to look Fang Xuan in the eye.

"...Change the dressing."

"I know."

He deliberately said "I know" in a serious tone, which made Ning Qian feel even more guilty.

"No need to change to other places," Fang Xuan pointed to the mark on his shoulder.

"Except for this one on my shoulder, it's mostly healed."

"No, let me see." Ning Qian's tone was more resolute this time.

"No, senior sister..."

Fang Xuan symbolically shrank back, making him seem a little embarrassed.

"Don't move."

Ning Qian reached out and gently pressed on his uninjured shoulder, while her other hand carefully untied the ties of his undershirt.

Her clothes were completely open, and her upper body was fully exposed to Ning Qian's gaze.

Apart from the gruesome wound on his shoulder, there were indeed only faint traces remaining elsewhere, which were fading rapidly.

[Ding! Detected that Master Ning Qian is carefully examining the host's body, causing the host to experience a secret pleasure and sense of honor at being thoroughly inspected. Behavior judgment: Body display and ownership confirmation. Training value +5!]

Fang Xuan: "..."

"Honor my foot, system! He's clearly sacrificing his looks for points."

Ning Qian began to change the dressing on his shoulder wound.

To get a better angle, she had to lean slightly forward, almost resting half her body against Fang Xuan's chest.

From this angle, Fang Xuan could smell the cool fragrance in her hair and see her lowered eyes.

My senior sister has such a slim waist and a small frame.

She wasn't much shorter than him, only about half a head taller.

Now, nestled in his arms, she appeared unusually petite.

But ironically... those legs... outlived him.

This is what I crave the most.

......

Ning Qian seemed to have noticed the ambiguous position between the two, and she changed the dressing faster.

After finally changing the dressing and re-bandaging it, she stepped back two paces and bent down to organize her medicine box.

"Okay." She said softly.

"Thank you, Senior Sister." Fang Xuan straightened her clothes and tied the belt.

.......

For the next few days, until the sect competition came to a close, his "injuries" had almost healed.

But it seems that my senior sister has completely let go.

She had to feed him.

At first, Fang Xuan wanted to do it himself, but Ning Qian looked at him with a cold and disappointed gaze.

She would only smile slightly when he obediently opened his mouth.

He felt it was worth it; he felt it was worth more than his life.

Even though his hair was disheveled, she would personally tie it back up for him.

If Fang Xuan refused, the disappointment in her eyes would be impossible to hide.

Hmm... how should I put it...

He originally wanted to be better trained by his senior sister, but now it seems... he accidentally got trained by her instead.

Judging from Ning Qian's age, she shouldn't be very old, probably around twenty-one or twenty-two, just over twenty...

.......

As for the wound on his shoulder, he deliberately didn't let it heal too quickly.

This way, I can get my senior sister to change my medicine at close range every day, which will both increase my favorability and allow me to steadily collect training points.

As for being fed during meals, having his head patted while tying his hair... he accepted all the sporadic training points from these daily interactions.

He has gradually finished eating the steamed buns that the system gave him over the past few days.

Driven by the vast and pure spiritual energy, his cultivation naturally broke through the barrier of the early stage of the Void Core realm and steadily stepped into the middle stage of the Void Core realm.

After stabilizing his cultivation, Fang Xuan began to focus on practicing his swordsmanship.

His swordsmanship became increasingly refined, and with the help of his "second brother's" black sword, his strength grew rapidly.

But he could never reach the threshold of sword intent.

That thin veil of paper is right in front of me, yet I can't seem to break through it.

Watching Ning Qian occasionally practice with a bamboo stick in the courtyard, the awe-inspiring aura she exuded made him unable to resist wanting to do the same.

Sheathed his sword and approached Ning Qian, who was drying herbs.

Senior sister, how did you comprehend sword intent back then?

Ning Qian stopped what she was doing and turned to look at him.

She thought for a moment and answered very seriously:

"I don't know."

Fang Xuan: "..."

This answer is very protagonist-like.

It seems he still has to hone his sword intent slowly on his own.