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

"As for that spiritual blood..."

Fang Xuan added casually, "She's of great use to my cultivation of a secret technique. Shen Qingqing? She's just a vessel; if she's destroyed, so be it."

Ultimately, the fear of death and the greed for the bright future that Fang Xuan painted for him overwhelmed his doubts.

The leader gritted his teeth and kowtowed heavily: "Senior! I am willing to serve you like a dog or a horse, and will obey your every command!"

He secretly sneered to himself.

As expected, he's a fool who only knows about spirit blood and not about the value of spirit bones!

Alright, let's play along for now and proceed according to plan.

Once Shen Qingqing and Ning Qian are lured here, kill Ning Qian and take her essence blood, then pin the blame for Shen Qingqing's death and the disappearance of her spiritual blood on this arrogant brat!

As for the true treasure, the spiritual bone... hehe, it will be his then!

Once he refines the spiritual bone, his talent will soar, and his strength will skyrocket. Will he still need to be beholden to you big shots?

The world is so vast, where can't I go? Hahaha!

He seemed to have already seen his bright future, and his heart was filled with joy, but his face became even more respectful.

Fang Xuan took in all the changes in his expression and smiled.

"Very good." Fang Xuan stood up.

"Everything is proceeding as planned by Shen Chen. Shen Qingqing will be responsible for luring Ning Qian out, and your task is to cooperate with her to kill Ning Qian, and then kill her."

"Now, all we need to do is avoid arousing Shen Qingqing's suspicion."

The leader quickly agreed, "Yes, yes, yes! I understand, I will definitely do it well! I will not let Shen Qingqing suspect anything."

Seeing that Fang Xuan was about to leave, the leader and the two evil cultivators quickly saw him off.

"Take care, senior!"

Fang Xuan said no more, turned and walked into the passage, and soon disappeared.

The leader inside struggled to his feet and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Boss, are we really..." one of the evil cultivators asked nervously.

"Do as he says."

"But be smart, that spirit blood... hmph, there's something even better waiting for us, after it's all done... hehe."

He seemed to already see himself dominating the world.

As Fang Xuan walked out of Jishetang and reintegrated into the streets, a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

The mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind.

However, the identity of this "yellow bird" remains unknown.

.......

Once outside, it started raining again...

The rain was fine and dense, making a soft rustling sound as it hit the paper umbrella.

Fang Xuan held up an umbrella and walked back to the inn.

He bet his senior sister might buy something and then stop by to wait for him, right...?

He paused slightly as he turned into a quiet alley.

Under the old locust tree at the alley entrance, a figure in pure white stood quietly, also holding an umbrella.

She was gazing absently at the raindrops falling deep into the alley.

Hearing footsteps, she turned around, and a hint of peace flashed in her cool eyes when she saw him.

"Senior sister,"

Fang Xuan walked over quickly, naturally tilting the umbrella towards her to shield her from the raindrops. "On the way?"

Ning Qian nodded slightly, her gaze falling on a small patch of rain-soaked skin on his shoulder before shifting away:

"Hmm... I'll buy something."

"Then let's go home," Fang Xuan suddenly said, his voice soft and languid, like a rainy day.

Ning Qian turned her head to look at him, her eyes filled with question: "Hmm? Aren't we going back to the inn?"

Fang Xuan looked at her profile and smiled: "Home is where Senior Sister is."

Ning Qian kept her head down, but her fingers were clenched tightly at her sides.

The fair earlobes were tinged with crimson, which quickly spread to the neck.

Fang Xuan smiled inwardly, but wisely stopped talking about it to avoid really "cooking" his senior sister.

"Cough, the rain seems to be getting heavier, let's hurry, senior sister."

"......Um."

.......

Back at the inn, there weren't many people in the lobby.

Shen Qingqing was sitting in the corner with a pot of tea in front of her, seemingly waiting for them.

Seeing the two return together, Shen Qingqing's eyes burned with a venomous jealousy, but she still managed a forced smile.

"Senior Sister Ning, Junior Brother Fang, you're back. How did the inquiries go?"

"It's almost exactly what the naval headquarters said."

Ning Qian had regained her usual aloofness, her tone distant.

"That's good."

Shen Qingqing stood up, smoothed her hair, and looked worried.

"I've been thinking about it again. Black Wind Pass is too big. A blind search would probably be counterproductive."

"I also asked around for some information. An old hunter in town said that after nightfall, there are often ghostly figures and unusual spiritual energy fluctuations in the mass grave area to the west, which is extremely suspicious."

"Why don't we... go and investigate there tonight? If we can find any trace of the evil cultivators, we can rid the people of this scourge as soon as possible."

She spoke reasonably and with an air of righteousness.

"Okay," Ning Qian said calmly.

"I'll go too." Fang Xuan said casually, leaning against the stairs, holding his black sword wrapped in cloth.

Shen Qingqing's gaze swept over Fang Xuan, a cold smile playing on her lips.

Going? Perfect, we can cook together then.

She wanted Ning Qian's blood. This handsome junior brother, who had repeatedly embarrassed her but was becoming increasingly irresistible to her... wasn't he completely at her mercy?

She'll make him pay for his coldness today, and he'll obediently become her devoted subject and plaything!

"That's great! With Junior Brother Fang here, we have a much better chance. So... shall we meet at the back door of the inn at midnight?"

.......

They each returned to their rooms.

As he closed the door, Fang Xuan's casual expression vanished.

Shen Qingqing was in such a hurry to take action this time that she chose a mass grave with heavy yin energy, which would make it easy to cover up the traces. That was quite "thoughtful".

This is also his chance. He doesn't need to hold back. If she dies, there will only be benefits, no drawbacks.

Firstly, the plot involving Shen Chen's blood transfusion will naturally be temporarily delayed, giving him more time to prepare to take over the entire Qingyun Sect.

As for the stolen spirit bone...

Fang Xuan's eyes brightened slightly.

Senior Sister's new spiritual bone is being reshaped, so this old one naturally belongs to him.

My senior sister's bones, put into his body... just thinking about it... makes me so excited.

Uh, wait a minute.

He touched his chin, feeling that his idea was taking a strange turn.

Before, he only wanted to become stronger and complete missions, but now he's inexplicably excited about "possessing a part of his senior sister".

Fang Xuan, Fang Xuan, something's wrong with you...

He shook his head, suppressing those chaotic thoughts...

......

That night, at midnight.

The rain was still falling, even heavier than during the day.

The sound of the hammering against the tile was loud and crackling.

At the back door of the inn, three figures silently met.

"Let's go, there's no time to lose." Shen Qingqing lowered her voice and took the lead, heading towards the west of the town.

Ning Qian and Fang Xuan followed closely behind.

All three were highly skilled, and even in the rainy night, they moved extremely fast.

In less than fifteen minutes, they had left the town's boundaries and ventured deep into the desolate mountains and wilderness to the west...