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

Before long, the outline of the main hall on the mountaintop became clear.

The main hall of Jianfeng is named "Cangfeng Hall," a name that is understated, but the architecture is truly majestic and imposing.

The palace is towering, with sharp lines on its eaves and brackets.

Standing silently atop Sword Peak, it exudes an aura of solemnity and chilling power.

This is only the main hall of the Sword Peak lineage; one can only imagine the grandeur of the true core hall of the Azure Cloud Sect.

Fang Xuan composed himself, straightened his robes, and then stepped onto the white jade steps leading to the palace gate.

The palace doors were wide open, revealing a very spacious interior.

Deep within the main hall, on the high throne, a figure sat upright.

A middle-aged man who looked to be around forty years old simply sat there quietly.

It was none other than Shen Chen, the peak master of Sword Peak.

A genuine late-stage Golden Core cultivator, only one step away from Nascent Soul, he is one of the top combat forces of the Qingyun Sect.

Fang Xuan walked into the hall and bowed respectfully, his posture neither humble nor arrogant: "Disciple Fang Xuan greets Peak Master."

Shen Chen's gaze fell on Fang Xuan, slowly scanning him.

After a moment, he spoke softly:

"That's quite modest."

He paused, then his tone suddenly turned cold:

"Why were you so arrogant when you contradicted your Senior Sister Shen yesterday? Do you really think my Sword Peak has no rules?"

Fang Xuan knew perfectly well that Shen Qingqing must have complained about him.

His expression remained calm, and he maintained his bowed posture, his voice clear:

"Peak Master, please understand. I dare not admit that there was indeed a misunderstanding with Senior Sister Shen yesterday, but I had absolutely no intention of being arrogant or domineering."

"This disciple is new here and wholeheartedly devoted to the Dao. If I have made any mistakes, I beg the Peak Master for punishment."

Shen Chen stared at him for a few moments, seemingly trying to discern something from his face.

Fang Xuan lowered his eyes, letting him scrutinize him.

He's just a peak master. Once I've trained Ning Qian properly... no, once Ning Qian has trained me properly, killing him will probably only result in him being locked up at home for a few days...

System: [Detected that the host has the following rebellious thoughts towards Master Ning Qian, which does not conform to the core principle of a sex slave focusing on serving their master.]

.....roll!

......

After a long while, Shen Chen finally withdrew his gaze, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger:

"Your temperament is... fairly calm, but it is still wrong to talk back to your fellow disciple. Considering this is your first offense, I will punish you with two months' worth of cultivation resources."

Two months' worth of cultivation resources might be a painful expense for an ordinary disciple, but it's nothing to Fang Xuan.

He was about to agree when Shen Chen's next words made his eyes flicker.

"As for these two months, you should go to your senior sister Ning Qian and have her teach you the basic sword principles and sect rules."

If you lack cultivation resources, you can ask her for help.

Fang Xuan knew.

Shen Qingqing probably thought that Ning Qian's cultivation was now completely destroyed and she could barely protect herself, so how could she possibly have the ability to teach a newly emerging genius? Not to mention resources.

Making a proud genius learn from a good-for-nothing and have to humbly beg for resources is a double torment, both mentally and materially.

The purpose of doing this is nothing more than two things: either to make him dislike Ning Qian and take his anger out on Shen Qingqing, so that he will completely side with Shen Qingqing.

Either let him waste these two months of cultivation, perform poorly in the upcoming sect discussion conference, confirm that he is not worthy of the title, or even be stripped of his personal discipleship.

They're quite shrewd with their calculations.

Unfortunately, he desperately wanted to visit Ning Qian every day.

This punishment was like a godsend, exactly what I wanted.

.......

Fang Xuan remained silent for a moment before gritting his teeth slightly and bowing his head in response:

"Disciple... obeys."

Shen Chen seemed satisfied with his reaction and waved his hand: "Go, and learn properly from your Senior Sister Ning. Don't cause any more trouble."

"Yes, disciple takes his leave."

Fang Xuan maintained a respectful demeanor and withdrew from the main hall.

Only when he stepped out of the palace gates and the sunlight shone on him again did he finally manage a smile.

Two months? You've been spending every day at Ningxian's place?

The system task is not simple.

This four-dish-and-one-soup meal, which I never dared to dream of before, will be served sooner or later.

As he walked down the steps, he noticed some disciples in the plaza outside the hall. Upon seeing him from afar, they immediately lowered their heads and hurried away.

Clearly, the news of what happened on the mountain road had already spread.

Fang Xuan ignored it, identified the direction, and headed towards the secluded valley where Ning Qian lived, as he remembered.

Compared to the hustle and bustle and crowds near the main hall of Sword Peak, the valley where Ning Qian was located was much more remote.

Follow a path downhill, then through a dense grove of purple bamboo.

At the end of the bamboo forest, a small valley surrounded by mountains suddenly opens up.

The valley is full of spiritual energy, with a clear stream flowing gently through it, and several elegant bamboo houses built along the stream.

There was a small, neatly cultivated medicinal herb field in front of the house, but it now appears somewhat desolate.

Fang Xuan came at night last time, and in his haste, he didn't have time to look closely.

The sunlight was just right, shining on the bamboo house and the stream, creating a shimmering effect, and the environment was incredibly tranquil.

"This place is really nice."

If he hadn't known about Ning Qian's great achievements later on, he would have wanted to stay here for a long time.

The bamboo house and courtyard were kept very clean.

He walked to the courtyard gate and gently pushed open the half-closed bamboo door.

"Senior Sister Ning, Fang Xuan has come to pay a visit."

"Senior Sister Ning?"

He raised his voice and shouted a couple of sentences.

The courtyard was quiet, with only the rustling of the wind through the bamboo leaves.

No one responded.

Fang Xuan frowned slightly and stepped inside.

The courtyard was deserted, with only a few bamboo leaves on the stone table.

He walked to the front of the main house, which was also ajar.

He knocked, but there was still no response.

"Senior sister, am I coming in?" He pushed open the door.

The room was furnished very simply: a bed, a table, a chair, and a futon.

The bedding on the bed was neatly folded, and on the table were the jade bottle and note he had left behind last night. The note was still in its original place, but the pills in the jade bottle... seemed to be missing one?

He put two in last night as spares, and now it looks like there's only one left.

Ning Qian is not here...