"Senior Brother, that hand isn't necessary anymore... Just replace it."
Ning Xian's voice was soft, her gaze still fixed on his fair right hand.
Fang Xuan was taken aback. How could that be okay?
"I don't want to, Senior Sister."
Then he reached out and gave Ning Xian's cheek a little tug.
It was soft and felt wonderful to the touch.
Ning Xian froze from his tug, her cheeks puffing out instantly.
"You... you aren't allowed to just pull your senior sister's face whenever you want."
She turned her head to dodge him, then straightened her face, trying her best to look fierce.
But in those cold eyes, a hint of happiness was clearly hidden.
Fang Xuan withdrew his hand and rested his head on it, quietly watching her.
He continued to tease his senior sister.
Then, unable to help himself, he gave her another tug.
Ning Xian held it in, but after a long while, she only managed to squeeze out one sentence.
"C-come back to the room with me to receive your punishment."
"Alright, Senior Sister..."
Hahaha.
...
They stayed in the little courtyard in the Lower Realm for another two months.
Every day, they worked hard cultivating the laws of lust with his senior sister; it was truly exhausting.
A sore back, weak legs, and dark circles that never faded—that was how Senior Sister looked.
As for him, he was naturally perfectly refreshed, having never felt so comfortable.
His cultivation had also grown.
True Immortal Level 1 was completely stabilized, his use of the laws of space became increasingly proficient, and although the laws of destruction still remained dormant, he could occasionally mobilize a tiny sliver of it.
Most importantly, the laws of lust were becoming stronger and stronger...
But sometimes... he would still find himself in a daze.
By his count, he had been in this world for nearly two years now.
He had known Senior Sister for two years as well.
Two years ago, he had been miserably tricked by the system, which had inexplicably bound him as a training target.
Then he met his senior sister, who was cold on the surface but actually dense and lustful.
It was quite nice...
...
On this day, the sunlight was still beautiful.
In the courtyard, the apricot tree had grown new branches, its tender green leaves swaying gently in the wind.
Ning Xian stood in the yard, looking up at the sky, her cold face devoid of much expression.
But deep within her eyes, a trace of loss was hidden.
"The disturbances in the Upper Realm have ended," she said calmly. "We can go up now."
Fang Xuan walked out of the room and stood beside her.
He also looked at the sky.
"Okay."
Ning Xian didn't look at him.
She just lowered her head, her fingers instinctively twisting her cuffs.
Once they reached the Upper Realm and resolved those few law forces inside her junior brother's body, she could... leave.
Thinking this, her heart suddenly felt a bit bitter.
But Junior Brother seemed very happy?
She stole a glance at Fang Xuan.
There was no expression on Fang Xuan's face, his indifference appearing quite normal.
But deep in his eyes, there was a hint of excitement.
Ning Xian felt even more bitter.
Was the Upper Realm really that good?
There were so many beautiful goddesses... so many heavenly treasures...
So many...
She bit her lower lip, not daring to think further.
Fang Xuan truly had no idea what was going on in her little head.
He just shook his left hand, which had gone numb from practice.
During this time, he had finally managed to use the laws of lust to open a path, attaching the dormant laws of destruction to his left hand.
Although its power was far from what it used to be, it was finally usable.
"Senior Sister, when?" he asked.
Ning Xian took a deep breath, suppressing the bitterness in her heart.
Within her left eye, six blood-red Heavy Pupils instantly cracked open.
With all six pupils open, she casually glanced at the firmament.
"Now is fine."
She raised her hand and made a light stroke in the void.
A spatial rift expanded before the two of them.
Ning Xian reached out and grabbed Fang Xuan's hand.
Then she stepped into the rift...
...
Above the firmament, golden light flowed.
Fang Xuan stood in the void, watching the shifting light and shadows around him.
He always had a bit of an ominous premonition...
Although he was truly in the True Immortal realm, he had no spiritual power at all, and his combat strength relied entirely on his laws.
In a real fight, he was essentially a glass cannon with high burst damage.
The kind that would die if touched.
Although the system could lock his health and keep him alive, who knew what kind of monsters and ghosts were in the Upper Realm.
Ning Xian's expression also grew solemn.
Her six Heavy Pupils scanned the surroundings once.
There should be... no problem.
She breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.
Subsequently, she pulled Fang Xuan along and stepped into that crimson-gold light gate.
After the blinding light faded and his vision cleared, what lay before him was a celestial mountain floating above a sea of clouds.
Rosy clouds swirled around the mountains, pavilions and towers were faintly visible among them, and flying waterfalls and flowing springs descended from the heavens...
They had reached the Upper Realm, and fortunately, no accidents had occurred.
"Junior Brother..."
Ning Xian turned back, her eyes widening slightly, filled with panic.
They had clearly been holding hands just a moment ago...
How could Junior Brother... be gone?
She hurriedly tried to sense the mark she had carved on her junior brother.
But it was useless; in the Upper Realm... it would be blocked...
These Nine Heavens of the Upper Realm were truly too vast, and she didn't quite understand these rules and restrictions.
It was likely because Junior Brother had no spiritual aura at all.
She would first go to the lowest ninth heaven to look for him...
...
As for Fang Xuan.
He only felt his vision blur, followed by a splitting headache.
He could only support his forehead with one hand, gritting his teeth as cold sweat instantly drenched his back.
After a good while, the sharp pain gradually receded.
When he opened his eyes again...
Before him was a stretch of desolate land, boundless and vast.
The grayish-yellow ground was covered in parched cracks, and in the distance, a few bald hills were faintly visible.
There was not a soul in sight.
Fang Xuan was slightly stunned.
He looked down at his hand.
How was Senior Sister gone again...?
Looking around once more, there was nothing.
Only the wind blew across the wasteland, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Fang Xuan took a deep breath to calm himself down.
Senior Sister was gone.
The mark was still there, but it was blocked by something, and he couldn't sense her...
So now, could he only wait for Senior Sister to find him?
Unable to perceive spiritual power, he could only use his eyes to observe his surroundings.
The wasteland was boundless, and he had no idea what was hidden within it.
Left with no choice, he could only pick a direction and start walking.
Just as he was about to move, a voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Yo, another demoib beast, and a newly transformed one at that..."
The voice was lazy, carrying a hint of amusement.
Fang Xuan turned around.
On a withered tree not far away, a person had appeared at some unknown time.
The man wore a tattered bamboo hat that obscured most of his face, revealing only a stubble-covered chin.
He was dressed in dusty, old robes and wore worn-out straw sandals on his feet, looking like a dejected drifter.
But someone who could appear behind him soundlessly was definitely no ordinary person.
Fang Xuan didn't speak.
He simply raised his right hand, and the black sword Yunchang slowly condensed from the void.
He had no spiritual power, but he had plenty of law power.
One strike, and even a True Immortal would have to kneel.
But it would be only one strike; after using it, he would be spent.
Fang Xuan stood with a heavy gaze, his eyes fixed on the man.
Demonic beast... what was that?
The man seemed completely indifferent to his vigilance, still leaning lazily against the tree, even shifting into a more comfortable position.
"You certainly have a good countenance." The man spoke, his tone carrying a hint of satisfaction. "How about you come with me?"
Fang Xuan didn't move.
He just looked at the man and asked calmly, "Where?"
"To where you should go," the man said. "A newly transformed demonic beast like you, wandering around alone, won't last three days."
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