Fang Xuan didn't need to rest.
Early in the morning, he sat in the courtyard.
A breeze brushed past, making the bamboo forest rustle...
Just like two years ago, he was basking in the comfortable sun in this comfortable courtyard.
The problem now, however, was how to get out.
Surely he wouldn't be expected to stay here for another two years until they reached their original timeline?
Fang Xuan frowned in thought.
As he was thinking, the door behind him creaked open.
He turned his head.
Senior Sister was standing at the door, looking a bit dazed and silly.
Her hair was slightly messy, with a few stray locks falling beside her face.
Her eyes were half-closed as if she hadn't fully woken up, her entire being radiating a sense of muddled confusion.
Her steps were also a bit unsteady, much like how he used to look after pulling an all-nighter until three in the afternoon...
After all, she really hadn't slept all night.
She stood at the door in a daze, looking completely out of it.
Looking for Junior Brother... Junior Brother is here...
She swayed as she walked over, every step like treading on cotton, soft and weightless.
Once she reached him, she collapsed directly into his arms, snuggling against his chest.
"Why didn't you keep going..." Her muffled voice came from his chest. "It was only for half a day this time..."
Fang Xuan continued to lie lazily on the bamboo chair.
"Senior Sister, you aren't your old self right now."
"Oh..." she responded indifferently, nuzzling into his arms to find a comfortable position.
He asked softly, "Senior Sister, how do we get out of here?"
Ning Xian replied dizzily, "I don't know, I don't know..."
Fang Xuan fell silent...
Senior Sister was truly sleep-deprived, acting like a sleepwalker.
He thought for a moment and asked again, "Senior Sister, why don't you go back to sleep for a bit? I'll go down the mountain to buy some groceries so I can cook when I get back."
"No..."
She hugged him tighter, her arms winding around him in a death grip.
Fang Xuan could only sigh again.
Senior Sister was this clingy?
No, she was only this clingy with him.
Why did he feel a little happy about it...
...
He looked down at the clingy Senior Sister in his arms and couldn't help but reach out to pat her head.
But the moment his hand touched the crown of her head—
"No, you're not allowed to just pat Senior Sister's head..."
Ning Xian spoke out of reflex, her voice still soft.
Fang Xuan paused at those words.
This defense mechanism...
Even in this muddled state, she still knew she shouldn't let him pat her head.
"Alright, Senior Sister, it's time for bed."
"No..."
Ning Xian looked up at him, her gaze hazy.
Her eyes were still misty, her focus scattered.
Fang Xuan looked at her... he had no other choice.
"Senior Sister, I have a way to make you fall asleep very quickly."
"Hmm?" Ning Xian looked at him blankly.
...
Inside the room, the door was shut tight.
Only half an hour later...
"No... no, it's too deep..." Ning Xian's crying voice drifted out from the room...
Another fifteen minutes passed.
The room fell silent...
Fang Xuan looked at his Senior Sister, who had completely passed out on the bed, and nodded in satisfaction.
Ahem... mission accomplished on the sleep-coaxing front.
...
Leaving the room, he stepped into the courtyard.
With a casual swipe, Fang Xuan tore a rift in space.
He stepped inside and vanished from the spot.
When he reappeared, he was already at the Tianji Pavilion in the Central Plains.
Ahem... he should buy some groceries here before going back...
...
Another hour passed.
It was mainly because Dao Yi's soul was too resilient; it took him a good fifteen minutes of refining to finish him off.
Then he suddenly thought of something else.
He tore through space again, but this time he didn't return directly to the courtyard. Instead, he went to the back mountain.
There was a hidden cave dwelling in the back mountain of the Qingyun Sect.
It was the place where the Qingyun Ancestor was in seclusion.
There was still a peak Transformation Realm ancestor there; he had almost forgotten about him.
Deep within the cave, a white-haired old man was sitting cross-legged in meditation.
Sensing someone entering, he opened his eyes and saw a strange young man standing before him.
"Who are you?" The old man frowned. "This is my place of seclusion. Trespassing—"
Before he could finish, the words died in his throat.
Because the young man only spared him a glance, yet he felt as if he were being stared down by a prehistoric behemoth.
He couldn't move—he couldn't move at all.
"Who... who are you?" The old man's voice began to tremble.
Fang Xuan had already manifested Yunchang.
"I heard you've grown tired of living."
The old man froze.
Tired of living?
When had he ever said he was tired of living?
He was living perfectly well; why would he want to die?
"Senior, there must be a mistake. This junior..." he tried to explain hurriedly.
But Fang Xuan cut him off.
"If I say you're tired of living, then you're tired of living."
...
Half an hour later, Fang Xuan withdrew his laws and looked at the ashes on the ground.
This way, no one should come looking for trouble with Senior Sister.
Right, time to go back and cook.
...
He tore through space and stepped inside.
The next second, he was back in the small courtyard on Sword Peak.
Looking up, he saw Senior Sister sitting by the stone table.
It seemed she had used pills to recover, as her complexion looked quite normal.
She had changed into clean white robes, and her hair was neatly tied back, hanging straight down her back.
The muddled confusion on her face had completely vanished, replaced by her usual cold expression.
She held a teacup, took a light sip, and looked up at him.
Then she pulled a long face, her brow furrowing slightly. "Trying to run away again? Where did you go just now?"
Fang Xuan's heart tightened.
"No, Senior Sister. I went to buy some groceries..."
"Where are they?"
Ning Xian interrupted him, her gaze falling on his empty hands.
Fang Xuan fell silent again...
Because he seemed to have forgotten to actually buy the groceries.
"..."
Ning Xian looking at his guilty look, she gently set down her teacup.
Then she stood up and walked over to him.
Fang Xuan was still thinking of how to explain.
"Senior Sister, I... I..."
Ning Xian didn't say a word; she simply took his hand.
Their fingers intertwined.
She lowered her head and gave him a sniff.
Hmm... no scent of other women.
Only then did she look up into his eyes.
Those eyes were cool and clear, but a hint of a smile was hidden deep within.
"Hmph..."
"You've behaved yourself. I won't punish you today..."
...
Fang Xuan was led down the mountain by her.
"Where are we going, Senior Sister?"
"To Qingshi Town at the foot of the mountain to buy groceries..."
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