Inside the hall.
Lu Qingsong sat in a lower seat, a forced smile plastered on his face while cold sweat poured uncontrollably down his temples.
He stole a glance at the young man standing in the hall.
With just one look, he quickly lowered his head again.
The young man was dressed in black martial attire, his right hand wrapped in plain white cloth bandages while his left hung loosely at his side.
A pitch-black longsword was strapped to his back; the blade lacked any ornamentation, looking as plain as a piece of scrap iron.
But Lu Qingsong did not dare to look further.
Even as the young man simply stood there, the aura radiating from him caused the Transformation Realm sect leader’s heart to throb with palpitations.
It was the absolute suppression of a higher realm, the instinctive fear of an ant looking up at a dragon.
In all his years, he had never encountered such an existence.
Even those legendary old monsters of the Tribulation Crossing stage could not make him feel so breathless with their aura alone.
"Senior," Lu Qingsong tried his best to make his voice sound respectful, but the end of his words still trembled uncontrollably.
"May I ask what business brings Senior to our Qingyun Sect?"
Fang Xuan only spared him a casual glance.
"Shut up. Where is the person I want?"
Lu Qingsong's heart tightened.
"Ning Xian... she was just sent to the Forbidden Cliff for solitary confinement. May I ask why Senior is looking for her?"
Fang Xuan said nothing, turning around and walking straight out.
He knew where the Forbidden Cliff was.
Lu Qingsong watched his retreating back and finally let out a long sigh of relief.
Fortunately, he wasn't here to cause trouble for him.
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, preparing to stand up and see the guest out.
Fang Xuan suddenly stopped and slightly turned his face.
"By the way, did I ever mention that you would hunt me down in the future?"
Lu Qingsong froze.
Hunt him down?
He... would hunt down an existence of this level?
He quickly forced a smile, his expression looking worse than if he were crying. "Senior... please do not joke. How could I ever dare to raise a hand against you?"
Fang Xuan finally turned his head to look at him.
"If I say you will, then you will."
As soon as the words left his mouth, a terrifying pressure descended.
Lu Qingsong didn't even have time to react before he was forced to his knees, his joints slamming hard against the bluestone floor.
He looked up, his eyes filled with pure terror.
The laws of destruction surged from Fang Xuan, sweeping through the entire hall like a tidal wave.
The walls began to crack, and the pillars began to crumble.
In an instant, Lu Qingsong's heart vessels were shattered, his dantian was crushed, and his divine soul was utterly annihilated.
Fang Xuan retracted the laws and glanced at Lu Qingsong on the floor.
Mhm, he should be thoroughly dead now.
...
At the back mountain, on the Forbidden Cliff.
The mountain wind howled past, swirling up gravel and withered leaves.
Ning Xian was bound by chains at her hands and feet, standing at the edge of the precipice.
Shen Qingqing stood before her with her arms crossed, a triumphant smile on her face.
"Senior Sister Ning, how does it feel?" She leaned in closer, her tone dripping with mockery.
"Isn't the wind at the Forbidden Cliff particularly comfortable? I chose this place specifically for you. Do you like it?"
Ning Xian did not speak; she didn't even lift her head.
Shen Chen's spiritual pressure had nearly knocked her unconscious earlier, and her mind was still groggy.
Seeing no reaction, Shen Qingqing became even more annoyed.
She took a step forward, reaching out to grab Ning Xian's hair.
"Why are you playing dead? I'm talking to—"
Before she could finish, a thin line of blood suddenly appeared across her neck.
It was very thin and shallow, as if something had lightly brushed past.
Shen Qingqing froze, reaching up to touch her neck.
Her hand was only halfway there...
The line of blood instantly widened, and blood sprayed out!
Shen Qingqing's eyes widened as she desperately clutched her neck, but the blood would not stop flowing.
She staggered back two steps before falling straight to the ground, her breath ceasing forever.
Ning Xian gasped for air as the sword intent in her hand slowly dissipated.
That single strike had exhausted the last of her strength.
But she had to kill; if she hadn't acted, she would have been the one to die.
She struggled to stand, but her limbs were still bound by chains.
She used her sword intent to shatter the cuffs, and the iron chains fell to the ground with a clatter.
Leaning against the cliff wall, she barely managed to steady herself.
But at that moment, another figure approached from the mountain path.
Shen Chen.
When he saw the corpse on the ground, his pupils shrank violently.
Shen Qingqing lay in a pool of blood, the wound on her neck still seeping, her eyes wide open as she died in grievance.
Shen Chen let out a furious roar as his spiritual power erupted.
The pressure of a Golden Core peak cultivator was released without reservation, sending the surrounding gravel flying.
He glared at Ning Xian, his eyes filled with manic killing intent.
"You killed her... You actually dared to kill her!"
Ning Xian said nothing.
She simply reached out and picked up the longsword Shen Qingqing had dropped.
She had no choice but to use a forbidden technique.
Though using it might kill her, if she didn't, she would die right now anyway.
She took a deep breath, preparing to...
But at that moment, a streak of sword qi tore through the heavens and earth!
Shen Chen only had time to look up and see a blood-red sword light descending from the sky...
Someone actually dared to ambush him! He was a Golden Core peak great cultivator, only one step away from the Nascent Soul Realm.
...
But this sword light was something that even a hundred cultivators at the ninth level of Tribulation Crossing could not withstand, let alone a mere Golden Core.
Therefore...
"Boom—!"
The entire Forbidden Cliff was cleaved in half by that sword qi.
Gravel flew everywhere, and dust filled the air.
Shen Chen's figure completely vanished within the sword light.
He wasn't just heavily injured; he was utterly erased, leaving not even a speck of dust behind.
Within the dust, a figure descended from the sky.
Dressed in black martial attire, the white cloth wrapped around his right hand fluttered in the wind.
Blood was still trickling from the corner of Ning Xian's mouth, but she simply curled her lips into a faint smile.
Junior Brother...
...
Fang Xuan landed in front of her and raised his hand.
A surge of warm spiritual power flowed into her body; the wounds on her back began to heal at a visible rate, and the meridians damaged by the spiritual pressure were rapidly repaired.
She opened her mouth, about to call out to him.
But Fang Xuan had already retracted his hand and turned to leave.
Ning Xian was stunned.
She instinctively reached out, trying to grab his hand.
Just as her fingers touched his sleeve, he pulled away.
Fang Xuan stopped and turned back to look at her.
His face was expressionless, and his tone was flat. "Miss, I am a married man. It would be best if you showed some respect."
The corners of Ning Xian's eyes instantly turned red.
She didn't say a word, only bit her lower lip as tiny tears hung from her eyelashes, making her look both aggrieved and pitiful.
Looking at her like that, Fang Xuan felt a tug at his heartstrings.
How could the Senior Sister of this world be so cute as well...
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to look away.
No.
As the most devoted person in the Nine Heavens and Five Regions, how could he be moved by someone else?
Even if this person was also Senior Sister, she was a different Senior Sister, not his.
Besides, if there was another him in this world, wouldn't he be cuckolding himself?
He suppressed the feelings in his heart and maintained his indifferent expression.
"Junior Brother..." Ning Xian spoke again, her voice full of grievance.
"I am not your junior brother," Fang Xuan shook his head and refused.
Then he turned around, preparing to depart...
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