Ning Xian took a sip of tea and spoke. "One of those two lingering immortals has been spotted."
Fang Xuan responded with a simple, "Mm..."
"It's the woman. She recently appeared at the border of the Central Plains. She likely sensed the death of the Six-Armed Demonic Venerable and came to investigate."
Fang Xuan nodded, waiting for her to continue.
Ning Xian fell silent for a moment before suddenly saying, "When they were surrounding us earlier, she looked at you three times."
Fang Xuan was startled. "Huh?"
"The first time was when you first appeared."
Ning Xian counted on her fingers, her small face expressionless, yet her tone grew increasingly cold.
"The second time was when your upper garment was shredded by sword qi."
Fang Xuan looked down at himself, then looked back up.
"The third time was when you sheathed your sword. She stared at your waist for a long time."
Fang Xuan: "..."
"And?" he asked, suppressed a smile.
Ning Xian looked up at him, her cool eyes now clearly broadcasting the words: I am not happy.
"She is not worthy."
Fang Xuan wanted to laugh out loud, but he held it back.
"Mm... not worthy," he replied very seriously. "She isn't even worthy of carrying Senior Sister's shoes."
Ning Xian nodded in satisfaction and stood up.
"Let's go," she said.
They would strike to kill on sight; there was no need for words.
That woman's laws were too inferior. She didn't want them for herself, and she wouldn't give them to her Junior Brother either.
Fang Xuan stood up.
"Alright."
He walked to Ning Xian's side and naturally took her hand.
Ning Xian's fingers were slightly cool. As they were enveloped by his warm palm, she trembled slightly before gently squeezing back...
...
In the distance, Xiao Hei huddled in the corner, silently watching the two of them.
It shifted slightly, making itself even smaller.
In any case, it didn't have eyes, so it didn't matter.
When the time came, it would just have to go and save the day again.
...
As the two of them stepped into the spatial rift, Ning Xian suddenly remembered something.
She turned her head, looking at Fang Xuan who was holding her hand, and whispered, "Junior Brother."
"Mm?"
"Actually... she looked at you four times."
"The first was when you appeared, the second when your clothes tore, the third when you sheathed your sword, and the fourth..."
She paused, her voice becoming even softer.
"When you turned around, she caught a glimpse of your butt."
Fang Xuan: "..."
Ning Xian looked up at him, her cool eyes filled with absolute seriousness.
"Therefore," she said, "she must die."
Fang Xuan remained silent for a few more seconds before he nodded with a smile.
"Alright, she must die."
...
With a flash of space, they arrived directly at their destination.
Setting everything else aside, this law was incredibly convenient for travel.
And for hunting, of course.
At the border of the Central Plains was a range of continuous barren mountains.
As far as the eye could see, there were only withered yellow ridges and billowing dust storms.
Fang Xuan stood atop a jagged rock, his divine sense spreading out and instantly covering a hundred-mile radius.
"Senior Sister, found her." He looked up toward the southwest.
There, a hidden aura was moving rapidly, as if it had sensed something and was trying to flee.
"Mm... good."
Before Ning Xian could finish speaking, Fang Xuan bent down, hooked an arm under her knees, and swept her up into a princess carry.
"Junior Brother..."
Ning Xian instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her small face flushing slightly.
Fang Xuan kicked off the ground, his body turning into a streak of light that tore through the dust storms as he chased after the aura.
The full burst of power from the sixth level of Tribulation Crossing was terrifyingly fast.
In just a few breaths, the hidden figure appeared in his line of sight.
A woman dressed in a seductive red gauzy dress, her figure enchanting.
She was desperately pushing her spiritual power to flee, but her expression was becoming increasingly grim.
Three law auras?!
Her heart skipped a beat, nearly causing her spiritual power to fall into chaos.
Three lingering immortals?! Had the world gone mad?
And that man holding someone... he was too fast! She couldn't shake him off at all!
Ever since she learned of the deaths of Dao Yi and the Six-Armed Demonic Venerable, she had been uneasy.
She hadn't expected them to actually come to hunt her down.
She bit the tip of her tongue, forcibly activating a secret technique that boosted her speed by thirty percent.
Then—
Thud.
She slammed into an invisible wall.
Spatial lockdown.
The woman clutched her forehead and looked back.
Ning Xian stood unhurriedly in the void, looking down at her.
Those cool eyes were currently sweeping over her with indifference, as if looking at a dying ant struggling in vain.
The woman took a deep breath, suppressing the fear in her heart, and let out a cold laugh. "Laughable! Even if I cannot move, what of it!"
"Then laugh a few more times."
Fang Xuan had appeared before her at some unknown point, his black sword, Yunchang, pointed directly at her brow as he spoke calmly.
The purple-black laws of destruction on the blade were intertwined with the laws of space.
A single slash descended.
The moment the sword fell, the woman felt as if she were facing not a blade, but an entire collapsing heaven and earth.
She used all her strength to sacrifice her protective artifacts, and three defensive lights lit up simultaneously.
Yet blood mist still exploded. Her mangled body was like a broken kite, falling from mid-air and smashing violently into the barren mountains, shattering a peak and sending rocks flying.
Fang Xuan narrowed his eyes and exhaled a cold breath.
He struck out with another slash.
This time, he used ten-tenths of his power.
The sword qi sliced through the world! It struck the woman's body on the ground before she could even reorganize her defenses.
Sheathing his sword, he felt a bit of exhaustion.
The laws of destruction combined with the laws of space, added to the inherent hardness of Yunchang—the three combined were indeed terrifyingly powerful, but the consumption was also immense.
He shook his slightly numb wrist and looked down into the giant crater.
There likely wouldn't even be a complete corpse left.
He descended, intending to see if the woman was truly dead.
But at the moment the corpse dissipated, a pink light burst from within her and plunged directly into Fang Xuan's body.
Fang Xuan: "???"
Before he could react, that pink light had already traveled through his meridians, finally settling deep within his dantian and merging with his spiritual power.
The laws of lust...?!
No, don't mess with me.
What is this thing???
The moment the power of the law entered his body, a flood of information rushed into his mind.
Laws of lust—one of the lower-tier laws.
The effect was that through... essence harvesting, one could rapidly recover spiritual power, increase combat strength, and gain... infinite stamina.
Fang Xuan fell silent.
So with this thing, one could get stronger just by doing that?
And the duration of combat... was infinite?
As the law continued to settle into his body, he felt his mind starting to become a bit unclear.
Even more troublesome was...
He looked up at Ning Xian, who was descending from mid-air.
Her white clothes were like snow, her black hair like a waterfall.
She landed by the edge of the pit, leaning over slightly to look at him, her cool little face carrying a hint of worry.
She was too beautiful.
Fang Xuan swallowed hard.
"Junior Brother, are you alright?" She reached out, feeling his forehead.
It was a bit hot.
"Did the laws of lust enter your body?" She frowned slightly.
This law was very inferior and its effects were quite niche. She hadn't intended to give it to her Junior Brother...
She hadn't even finished speaking.
Fang Xuan suddenly reached out, grabbed her waist, and pulled her entire body into his arms.
"Junior Brother?" Ning Xian was startled, looking up at him.
Fang Xuan looked down at her features so close to his own, looking at her slightly parted lips.
"Senior Sister," he spoke with a raspy voice.
"Mm?" Ning Xian blinked.
"You are so beautiful."
Ning Xian froze, and then her small face began to grow hot again.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly felt an urge to run.
She had heard of the effects of the laws of heart's desire... practitioners had to engage in at least several months of completely uninterrupted... intercourse to master it.
And during that time... it was terrifying.
But Junior Brother was holding her too tightly; she could no longer escape.
"Ju... Junior Brother?" she asked cautiously, her voice trembling.
Fang Xuan didn't speak.
He simply lowered his head near her ear, his warm breath fanning against her sensitive earlobe.
"Senior Sister."
"Mm..."
"The laws of lust have entered my body."
"I... I know." Ning Xian shrank her neck, her voice already starting to carry a hint of a sob.
What should she do? She was... she was going to break.
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