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

The Second Prince Chen Yi stood outside the private room of the teahouse, took a deep breath, and straightened his clothes.

Make sure your posture is respectful enough, but also doesn't lose your royal demeanor.

He then raised his hand and gently knocked on the door.

"Come in." Ning Qian's cool voice came from inside the door.

Chen Yi pushed open the door and entered, his gaze quickly sweeping across the room.

Two people were sitting at a table by the window.

One of them was a woman dressed in a plain white dress, with a cool and aloof demeanor, holding a cup of tea and looking at him with indifferent eyes.

The other was a young and handsome man dressed in simple dark clothing, idly playing with the lid of a teacup on the table.

When he came in, she just lazily raised her eyes.

Chen Yi quickly made a mental judgment:

The woman's aura was restrained and unfathomable, clearly indicating that she possessed higher cultivation and was in charge.

Although the man's abilities were unclear, his casual demeanor suggested he was more like a junior.

He dared not be negligent and bowed respectfully to Ning Qian, speaking sincerely: "I am Chen Yi, the second prince of Tianlan Kingdom, and I greet the two immortal masters."

"I was unaware that the Immortal Lord had graced the capital of my Tianlan Kingdom with his presence. I apologize for not being able to welcome you properly."

Ning Qian put down her teacup, her gaze falling on him, but she didn't speak immediately.

Chen Yi's heart tightened slightly, and he quickly added, "May I ask, Immortal Master, which sacred mountain or blessed land do you come from? If you do not mind, I would be honored to be your guest and offer you all the best I can!"

At this crucial moment in the struggle for the throne, any powerful cultivator's assistance is of paramount importance to him.

Ning Qian then spoke calmly, "Qingyun Sect."

I'm not afraid of my identity being exposed, I'm just afraid of causing enough trouble.

.......

Qingyun Sect!

Chen Yi's heart skipped a beat, then he was overjoyed!

This is the true top-tier sect in Southern Xinjiang!

I've heard that Foundation Establishment cultivators are as incompetent as dogs, Golden Core cultivators are everywhere, and there's even a Nascent Soul ancestor overseeing things there!

Even if a disciple from such a behemoth is just an ordinary inner disciple, he is far superior to the rogue cultivators or cultivators from small sects he recruited before.

If we could win over these two.

No, even if he were only associated with the Qingyun Sect, his standing in the eyes of his father and court officials would be completely different.

As for the highest position, it's practically within easy reach!

"It is truly an honor for Tianlan to have you here, Immortal! This place is too humble to be a suitable place to entertain guests. If you do not mind, please come to my residence."

.......

Chen Yi said.

Fang Xuan seemed to sense something and turned his gaze to the window, where he met a pair of anxious eyes in the shadows of the opposite street corner.

It was the Third Prince Chen Fan, hiding in the shadows, his heart pounding in his chest.

When Chen Fan saw Fang Xuan looking over and giving him a half-smile, he was so anxious he almost jumped out.

Immortal Master! Please, please don't agree to this...

If the two of them were to be won over by Chen Yi, he would truly have no chance whatsoever.

If only I had known... if only I had known, I should have demanded an even higher reward.

......

Chen Fan shook off the thoughts in his mind and could only continue to stare longingly upstairs.

Fang Xuan found the scene quite interesting.

The two princes, one was putting on an act in the open, while the other was anxiously waiting in the shadows.

He was engrossed in reading when Ning Qian's voice transmission suddenly echoed in his mind:

"Go and keep an eye on Chen Fan."

"Let's deal with this quietly first."

Fang Xuan understood.

"Okay." He replied simply via telepathy.

.......

Ning Qian seemed to consider for a moment, and under Chen Yi's increasingly expectant and apprehensive gaze, she finally spoke: "Okay."

Chen Yi was overjoyed and quickly stepped aside to lead the way: "Immortal, please! The carriage is waiting downstairs!"

He actually managed to win over a cultivator at this crucial moment.

Upon returning, the strategist will surely praise him greatly!

Hahaha!

.......

After watching his senior sister leave, Fang Xuan strolled downstairs.

I crossed the street and walked straight to the shadowy corner on the other side.

"Immortal... Immortal Master!"

When Chen Fan saw him coming, he was so nervous that he almost became incoherent.

"What's the rush?"

Fang Xuan glanced at him, gesturing for him to follow.

Chen Fan looked bewildered, but he still obediently followed Fang Xuan back to the second floor of the teahouse, and even to the same private room.

Fang Xuan ordered another pot of tea and a few plates of snacks, and sat down by the window.

In the mundane world, one feels restless and uneasy.

Watching Fang Xuan calmly drink tea and eat snacks, and then looking at the soldiers who had long since disappeared outside the window, she felt as if her heart was being roasted on a fire.

"Immortal Master...that immortal master...she really went to the Second Prince's residence? This...this..."

"Yes, I went."

Fang Xuan took a bite of the osmanthus cake and mumbled something.

"Just wait."

What are you waiting for? Chen Fan was almost in tears.

But he dared not ask any more questions. He could only pick up his teacup, but his hand trembled so badly that most of the tea spilled out.

......

Time passed little by little.

An hour or two later.

The streets were still bustling with people and noisy.

Chen Fan had already finished three pots of tea and gone to the outhouse five times.

He stared intently in the direction of the Second Prince's residence, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

Finally, Ning Qian appeared at the street corner at a leisurely pace, walking towards the teahouse.

Chen Fan suddenly stood up, his heart pounding.

Fang Xuan put down his teacup and looked towards the stairwell.

Ning Qian went upstairs to the second floor, stood by the table, and said in a calm voice, "It's all taken care of."

Chen Fan: "!!!"

The problem is solved? What's solved?

He watched the two men casually discuss "getting rid of" a prince, and cold sweat trickled down his back.

He suddenly realized that his previous petty scheme of trying to win over the immortals and use their power to seize the throne was utterly naive and laughable.

In the presence of these two, the so-called status of a prince and the schemes and calculations are probably as worthless as paper.

"Senior sister, what's next?" Fang Xuan asked.

According to my senior sister's "three-day speedrun plan," dealing with one prince should only be the beginning.

Ning Qian took a sip of tea and said, "Come with me to the brothel."

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

Seeing his hesitant expression, Ning Qian explained further.

"You're not allowed to go in. Just wait outside."

.......

The Spring Pavilion was naturally one of the most prosperous and famous dens of iniquity in the capital of Tianlan Kingdom.

As dusk settles, it becomes the most lively time of day.

The sounds of silk and bamboo instruments were melodious, and the chirping of orioles and swallows was endless.

Arrived at the brothel on the red-light district.

Ning Qian did not head towards the main entrance, but instead went around to the back of the brothel, to a relatively quiet open space.

She glanced at Fang Xuan, as if she wanted to say something.

Fang Xuan spoke first: "Senior Sister, I'll just wait here."

Hearing this, Ning Qian felt relieved and turned to leave.

Fang Xuan, holding the black sword, leaned against the trunk of an old tree, looking in the direction Ning Qian had disappeared, and smiled helplessly.

The senior sister's eyes clearly conveyed the message, "Don't peek" and "Don't have any wild thoughts," but she was too embarrassed to say it aloud.

Sigh, who told him to be so willing to indulge his senior sister's little quirks?

.......

Chen Fan stood nervously beside Fang Xuan, trying his best to remain calm.

The events of tonight were too shocking; he's still in a daze.

My second brother... just like that, he's gone.

What is the female immortal doing in the backyard of the brothel? Is it really safe there?

He stole a glance at Fang Xuan, who stood with his sword in his hand, looking relaxed. This immortal seemed to have a very carefree attitude...

.......

As night deepened, the noise in the brothel seemed to reach its peak, but then gradually subsided.

Fang Xuan counted the stars in the sky with boredom, wondering what his senior sister had been doing inside for so long.

Arrest them? Interrogate them? Or just...?

Before he could finish thinking—

"boom!!!!!"

A deafening roar came from the direction of the brothel.

Immediately afterward, to Chen Fan's horrified gaze, came the magnificent, five-story brothel, brightly lit and gleaming.

It was instantly shattered by the sword energy.

Smoke and dust billowed into the sky.

......

Fang Xuan also frowned, and his grip on his sword tightened slightly.

Wasn't it said that it was just a national advisor at the Void Core Realm hiding inside? Something's not right about this commotion.

The power of a nascent soul is so great that it's as if it could raze that entire street to the ground.

Sure enough, the next second...

A somewhat disheveled figure in white flew rapidly out of the dust and landed lightly in front of Fang Xuan; it was Ning Qian.

Her breathing was slightly disordered, and her plain white dress was stained with some dust, but there were no obvious injuries.

But on that usually aloof face, his brows were furrowed and his eyes were grave.

"Senior Sister?" Fang Xuan stepped forward.

Ning Qian spoke quickly: "The plan has changed. There's not only the Imperial Preceptor inside, but also an elder from the Tianyan Sect, who is at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm."

......

Tianyan Sect? Early stage of Nascent Soul?

Fang Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly.

He knew about the Tianyan Sect; it was one of the major sects in the Southern Frontier, and its strength was comparable to that of the Qingyun Sect.

Ning Qian continued, "That Imperial Preceptor was also a member of the Tianyan Sect. I didn't want to wait any longer, so I dealt with him in front of him."

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

Senior sister is still the same senior sister.

......

When Chen Fan heard the words "Transformation God," his legs went weak, and he gritted his teeth to keep himself from collapsing to the ground.

Transformation... Transformation into a god? That kind of legendary existence.

He steeled his resolve and said in a trembling voice, "Immortal, Immortal Master! You go first! I... I'll try to stall them using my princely status!"

"Just say... just say that I was fighting with my second brother and accidentally injured that Imperial Advisor..."

He spoke without any confidence, and his voice was trembling.

But he had no choice. If the immortal master died, he would not only fail to rebel, but also have no way to survive.

Why not take a gamble? Maybe...maybe the other side will consider the royal family's reputation.

Even he himself didn't believe it.

Fang Xuan glanced at him, somewhat surprised that the young prince could still show some responsibility at such a crucial moment.

but......

Fang Xuan kicked him away.

Chen Fan crashed into a tree, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious.

What use is his status as a secular prince?

Don't go and throw your life away; it will ruin the plan.

.......