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

Chapter 64 Private Teaching

As Fang Xuan stepped into the entrance of the secret realm, he experienced a brief moment of weightlessness.

Then, the next second, they are on solid ground.

They had found themselves in a completely different world.

Before me stretched a vast, boundless grassland, its lush green grass undulating like waves in the gentle breeze, extending to the very edge of my vision.

In the distance, snow-capped mountains stretch endlessly.

It feels more like being in Kitahara.

Looking around, apart from the rustling of the wind and grass, there was not a soul in sight.

The interior of this Qingyun Secret Realm seems to be a self-contained world, far larger than imagined.

He composed himself and used a little spell that Ning Qian had taught him before.

He used the few drops of her primordial essence blood that she had given him as an emergency contact.

A drop of crimson blood began to float in his palm.

Silently reciting the incantation, the blood bead trembled slightly, then transformed into a pale red thread, pointing in a certain direction deep within the grassland.

Following the guidance of the bloodline, Fang Xuan strode forward.

Along the way, he was not idle, quickly calculating in his mind the methods Shen Chen might use.

Should we send other disciples to besiege them?

It's possible, but the secret realm is so vast that finding him wouldn't be easy, and a large-scale siege would easily leave evidence against him.

Or... could Shen Chen himself tear open the secret realm and enter?

Fang Xuan immediately rejected the idea.

Just kidding. If Shen Chen had the ability to tear apart a secret realm space with a flick of his wrist, why would he be the Sword Peak Master? He might as well be the protagonist.

When soldiers come, we'll block them; when water comes, we'll dam it.

Fang Xuan composed himself and focused on his journey.

Aside from occasionally startling a few low-level herbivorous spirit beasts, they encountered no danger along the way and did not see any other disciples.

The vastness of this secret realm is evident.

On the other side, at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, at the junction of a sheltered ice field and grassland.

The spiritual energy here is exceptionally rich, even forming a faint spiritual mist.

On the edge of an inconspicuous ice crevice, several crystal-clear, umbrella-shaped white mushrooms grew.

Ning Qian was squatting there, carefully picking the largest flower and placing it into a specially made jade box.

She looked somewhat confused.

This is the seventh top-grade spiritual herb she has collected since entering the secret realm.

A thousand-year-old snow lingzhi, accompanied by ice lotus, earth vein dragon fruit... and now this extremely rare ice soul jade marrow mushroom.

These treasures, which would be enough for Nascent Soul and Deity Transformation cultivators to fight tooth and nail for in the outside world, seem a bit too common here?

But she just followed her intuition and kept running into them.

How could top-grade medicinal herbs be found everywhere?

However, this is ultimately a good thing.

Ning Qian counted her gains in the storage bag, making plans in her mind.

These are enough to completely reshape her spiritual bones, and even lay a more solid foundation than before.

With these resources, her cultivation will recover much faster than expected, and she may even be able to return to the Void Core stage in a short period of time, or even break through to the Golden Core stage.

With her protecting him, his junior brother should be safer.

However, she had enough spiritual herbs, but she also made sure to pick more of the spiritual fruits and herbs that her junior brothers liked to eat and that tasted particularly good.

He was a glutton and was at the age when he was growing.

As Ning Qian pondered this, she carefully put away several fragrant honey-scented orchids.

Completely unaware that the idea of feeding had almost become instinctive.

.......

About two hours later.

Following the bloodline, Fang Xuan traversed the vast grasslands and finally arrived at the foot of this snow-capped mountain.

The sky had darkened, and the night sky over the plateau was exceptionally clear.

The stars twinkled, and a crescent moon hung in the sky.

In the distance, he spotted a flickering orange-red light, which appeared exceptionally warm on the edge of the vast, icy plain...

Come closer.

In a small, sheltered spot, a campfire crackled and popped.

Ning Qian sat upright on a rock beside the campfire.

The firelight illuminated her fair face, making her appear less aloof and more down-to-earth.

Upon seeing him appear, Ning Qian raised her head, her eyes clearly reflecting the flickering firelight and his figure.

She seemed somewhat surprised, her lips curving upwards into a faint smile.

Her junior brother is very well-behaved and willing to follow her... She likes him very much.

Before Fang Xuan could even greet her, Ning Qian had already picked up a steaming bowl next to her, scooped up a bowl of mushroom soup with a wooden spoon, and handed it to him.

"Have some soup to warm up first." Her voice sounded exceptionally clear and pleasant in the cold night.

Fang Xuan took the bowl and drank a big gulp.

The soup was delicious, but then a scalding heat quickly spread throughout my body.

He felt his blood rushing through his body, and his face felt hot.

"Senior sister, this mushroom soup... the medicinal effects are a bit strong?"

Ning Qian looked at his slightly rapid breathing and wondered why he didn't use his spiritual power to neutralize the medicinal properties.

But then, as if she suddenly understood something.

My junior brother must be too young to understand these things and thinks this reaction is normal.

After all, if these yang-type spiritual medicines are not used properly, simply relying on spiritual power to suppress them will only exacerbate the agitation of qi and blood.

"How are you going to sleep tonight?" Fang Xuan asked, trying to distract himself and calm the surging heat within him.

"Let's sleep together." Ning Qian's answer was concise and clear.

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

He looked up at Ning Qian, forgetting to suppress the effects of the medicine.

Sleeping together...? Is that what he meant?

Sure enough, his senior sister had drugged him!

But this is progressing way too fast.

System! System, come out now!

This is date rape. If it succeeds, how many training points will I gain? Would that be enough to exchange for a basket of steamed buns?

......

Ning Qian looked at the fine beads of sweat on his forehead and said softly, "Are you feeling unwell? Let me help you..."

Upon hearing this, Fang Xuan's eyes widened instantly.