Fang Xuan prepared to go find his Senior Sister first.
He raised his hand, tore open space, and stepped in.
Ning Xian was sitting cross-legged in a corner of the space, eyes closed.
Around her floated all sorts of miscellaneous things she had collected—several cultivation manuals, a pile of artifacts.
And in the corner, that lump of black sludge was still plop-plop squirming.
Sensing his presence, she opened her eyes.
Fang Xuan briefly explained what had just happened.
Lu Zheng killing two Immortal Venerables, giving him a strand of the laws of time, hiding in space, Xing Fa bringing people to search…
Ning Xian listened, her brows knitting tighter and tighter.
After a moment of silence, she lifted her gaze, her eyes cold:
“Kill him.”
Fang Xuan replied, “That’s what I thought too. But killing him now would be a bit of a waste—he still has the laws of time on him.”
He extended his hand, and a strand of golden light appeared in his palm.
“This is just a small portion he gave. If I can get more, my comprehension of the laws of time will improve much faster.”
Ning Xian stared at the light in his palm, silent for a few seconds.
Then she spoke, her voice still calm and cool:
“Then kill him later.”
Fang Xuan thought for a moment.
“We’ll play along for now—pretend to accept his allegiance. Have him hand over a strand of the laws of time each month. Once he’s drained, or no longer useful, we kill him.”
“At the very least, keep him under control,” Ning Xian added.
“Mm…”
The two exchanged a glance, reaching an agreement.
Fang Xuan stood up.
“Then I’ll go deal with him.”
But just as he was about to tear open space, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.
Turning back, he saw his Senior Sister staring at him, trying to look fierce.
“You’re not allowed to stay alone with him for too long.”
Fang Xuan paused.
“Huh…?”
Ning Xian kept her stern face.
“I said, you’re not allowed to stay alone with him for too long.”
“Got it, Senior Sister.”
Only then did Ning Xian let go, though she added uneasily:
“If you stay too long, I’ll…”
She thought for a moment, but couldn’t come up with anything intimidating.
In the end, she could only snort softly.
Fang Xuan glanced at her slightly reddened ears, a bit helpless.
Heh—such a fierce “wife,” better not resist.
With a smile, he tore open space and stepped in.
…
In another space.
Lu Zheng sat cross-legged, a faint blood-red glow surrounding him.
Beside him, the two Immortal Venerable corpses had already shriveled—clearly, their souls had been completely refined.
Sensing Fang Xuan’s arrival, he opened his eyes.
“Young Friend Fang has arrived!”
Fang Xuan stood across from him, silent, simply watching.
Lu Zheng wasn’t embarrassed and got straight to the point.
“I know you don’t trust me, but I can offer conditions.”
He raised his hand, condensing a strand of golden light at his fingertips.
“The laws of time—one strand per month. I’ll condense it and give it to you. Let’s call it making friends.”
Fang Xuan looked at the strand of light without speaking.
Lu Zheng continued:
“I also know you’re thinking about whether to kill me. But I can tell you—I pose no threat. I just want to follow behind you and pick up some benefits.”
He paused, smiling frankly.
Fang Xuan remained silent for a few seconds, then spoke:
“Fine. But I have one condition.”
“Go ahead.”
Fang Xuan raised his hand, and a strand of rosy-red laws of lust appeared at his fingertips.
“Let one strand of my law enter your heart vessels.”
Lu Zheng froze for a moment… heart vessels?
After a brief thought, he quickly understood.
A control method.
With the laws of lust surrounding his heart vessels, if he made any move, his energy could be drained instantly, turning him into a dried corpse.
Ruthless—but it made him more at ease.
Fang Xuan being willing to control him meant he truly intended to keep him, not just kill him for treasure.
After all, he had come here pretending submission. He needed to cling to this biggest backer.
Otherwise, with his current broken body, he would never return to the Dao Ancestor realm.
“Alright.” Lu Zheng nodded without hesitation.
Fang Xuan lightly tapped forward, and a strand of crimson light entered Lu Zheng’s chest.
Lu Zheng only felt a slight warmth in his chest, then nothing.
He stood up with a smile, brushing off his clothes.
“Then it’s settled. One strand of the laws of time each month—I’ll deliver it on time.”
Fang Xuan nodded.
Lu Zheng was in a great mood and prepared to leave.
Before leaving, he glanced back at Fang Xuan.
“Oh right, that laws of lust of yours… quite impressive.”
Fang Xuan: “……”
That sounded a bit strange…
But… Senior Sister probably wouldn’t mind, right?
It wasn’t that impressive… was it?
…
Outside, in the main hall.
Ning Xian unconsciously twisted her sleeve.
She stared at the space Fang Xuan had entered, growing more and more restless.
Why wasn’t Junior Brother out yet?
How long had it been?
Why could that person stay alone with him for so long?
From the beginning, she had never planned to keep Lu Zheng.
Someone harboring intentions toward Junior Brother…
Even if he appeared to be submitting now, who knew what he was really thinking?
Ning Xian bit her lower lip…
But that person was still useful.
The laws of time were key to uncovering the secret of her reincarnation…
She needed Junior Brother to approach him and obtain those laws.
So she still had to rely on Junior Brother…
But thinking of this… Junior Brother treated her so well, so obediently—and that made her feel even worse.
Why wasn’t he coming out?
…
Just as she was thinking, space rippled slightly, and Lu Zheng stepped out first.
Ning Xian looked up.
Her gaze fixed on him.
That aura… it was the laws of lust.
Junior Brother’s laws of lust were on him.
Ning Xian’s eyes widened.
What exactly did Junior Brother do with him inside?
He even used the laws of lust?!
Lu Zheng only glanced at her before leaving directly.
The hall was left with only Ning Xian again.
Junior Brother… how could he do this?
A wave of grievance surged within her.
She tore open space and retreated into her own small space.
Curling into a corner, she buried her face in her knees.
Her eyes began to sting.
Junior Brother… how could he…
That was supposed to belong only to her…
She could accept him growing stronger, could accept him using other laws on others.
But not the laws of lust.
That was… the thing he used every time he “punished” her.
And now, he had given it to someone else.
Even if it was just a strand, even if it wasn’t what she imagined—she still felt awful.
What about the future?
Would there be more…? Would there be female cultivators?
Those female cultivators—each one beautiful, each one skilled at seduction.
What if Junior Brother couldn’t resist…
What if he used the laws of lust on them too…
And she could do nothing, only watch—becoming a helpless Senior Sister…
Ning Xian bit her lip harder, her eyes growing redder.
She could kill those female cultivators.
But what would that change…?
Junior Brother would have already used it.
The laws of lust would have already entered someone else.
Just thinking about it made her feel unbearable pain.
…
Just then, space rippled again.
Fang Xuan stepped out of the rift.
At a glance, he saw Ning Xian curled in the corner.
Why had Senior Sister gone back inside? Didn’t she say she’d wait outside?
“What’s wrong, Senior Sister…?”
Ning Xian looked up at him, her eyes red, tears clinging to her lashes.
Fang Xuan paused.
Senior Sister… was actually crying?
Ning Xian stared at him, her eyes full of grievance.
She gritted her teeth and spoke:
“Do you know what you did wrong?”
Fang Xuan responded casually:
“Alright, Senior Sister, let’s not play those games for now. I need to refine the laws of time first.”
He thought she was still continuing the earlier teasing.
The newly obtained laws of time needed to be refined quickly.
But upon hearing that, Ning Xian’s eyes grew even redder.
“No.” She shook her head. “Not at all.”
“Why did you inject the laws of lust into someone else?” she stared at him, her voice trembling. “It should only be mine.”
Fang Xuan: “……”
He knew it…
“Senior Sister… don’t cry. I’ll give you two strands of the laws of lust.”
Ning Xian, still squatting on the ground with reddened eyes, shook her head, completely abandoning her usual cold demeanor.
“No. I want one hundred strands…”
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