Fang Xuan was imprisoned by Ning Xian in the space.
Though it was called imprisonment, it was really just Senior Sister with a stern little face saying, “Today I punish you by forbidding you from stepping out of this space,” and him nodding obediently and walking in himself.
The space was still the same.
A stone platform, a tea table, and several bright lamps.
And in the corner, Xiao Hei was squelching around, stealing medicinal pills.
Seeing Fang Xuan enter, Xiao Hei looked up, its black mud-like body wobbling...
Fang Xuan ignored it and sat down at the tea table.
Senior Sister said he should cultivate during the day and that she would come to punish him at night.
So, before that happened, he had to secretly run away.
Escaping was simple for him; he just had to open the space.
But it couldn't be a simple escape, otherwise, how would he get Senior Sister to truly imprison him and then drain him dry?
First, leave a fake aura here, and then... go to the Lower Realm for a bit?
It sounded feasible.
He raised his hand, condensing a strand of spiritual energy at his fingertip.
With a light tap, an aura identical to his appeared at the tea table.
It sat cross-legged, eyes closed in cultivation.
A perfect imitation.
He stood up, tore open the space, and stepped through.
Before leaving, he glanced back at the lump of black mud.
“Dead Xiao Hei, don't you dare snitch.”
Xiao Hei didn't move.
But Fang Xuan couldn't help but feel that its back view radiated the helplessness of someone thinking, ‘You two as a couple really know how to play.’
The rift closed...
...
Inside the main hall.
Ning Xian sat cross-legged on the soft couch, eyes closed.
But she couldn't calm her mind at all.
It had been two hours...
It had already been two hours since she last saw Junior Brother... Should she go take a look?
No, no.
She had said she would lock him up as punishment; otherwise, what if he tried to run again?
She bit her lower lip.
A quick, secret look shouldn't count as seeing him... Junior Brother wouldn't know anyway.
She stood up and tore open the space.
She stepped inside.
...
Inside the space.
Beside the tea table, a figure sat cross-legged, eyes closed in cultivation.
Ning Xian looked over; it was Junior Brother's aura.
But that figure... was motionless, unnaturally still.
She took two steps closer and looked carefully.
It was an illusion formed from spiritual energy.
She turned to look around; it was empty. He was nowhere to be found.
Junior Brother... ran away?
The corners of her eyes reddened again as she gritted her teeth.
That hateful Junior Brother actually ran away again. She had just locked him up and promised to punish him...
She bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes.
What if... what if he was enticed by some enchantress? Or what if he fell into danger again?
Those women were all so good at being seductive...
The more she thought, the more aggrieved and angry she became.
The suppressed desires in her heart could no longer be restrained.
It seemed simple punishment wouldn't work. Since Junior Brother was so disobedient, he had to be given a severe training session!
She looked up, and her divine eyes grew dangerous.
She remembered her previous thought...
She had to train Junior Brother until he couldn't get out of bed at all, until he could never leave her side again...
As for anything else... she no longer wanted to think about it.
Junior Brother only belonged by her side!
Yes, that was it.
Capture him, lock him up, and forcibly... drain him dry, until Junior Brother personally said he would never leave her side for the rest of his life...
...
The Lower Realm.
Xunyuan Town.
Fang Xuan walked along the bluestone road, feeling quite good.
The streets were just as he remembered.
The vendor selling candied hawthorns, the stall selling shaobing, and the children running around.
Everything was exactly the same.
After all, it had only been a little over a year since he left.
The Upper Realm had no seasons or weather changes, which he didn't like.
He was a mundane person who lacked any sense of divinity; it was probably because he hadn't been cultivating for long enough...
It had been a full three years since he transmigrated into this world.
Three years was just the blink of an eye to those in the Upper Realm.
But for him, it was still a long time, and every day in his memory was clear...
...
A child on the street.
Around seven or eight years old, he ran around with a shaobing in his hand, not even eating it.
He passed in front of Fang Xuan.
And Fang Xuan happened to be looking at that shaobing...
Mm...
He took a deep breath and looked away.
Forget it... he was no longer the Fang Xuan who had to steal shaobing.
...
He continued walking forward.
Turning past two streets, he arrived at their small courtyard.
The gate was left ajar.
He pushed it open.
In the courtyard, that small apricot tree was still there.
It was a bit taller than last year, with a few new leaves sprouting on the branches...
The Lower Realm was better.
It had seasons, weather, and the feeling of being alive.
Those Immortal Venerables in the Upper Realm had lived for tens of thousands of years; they had likely long forgotten what it meant to “live.”
They only “existed.”
Fang Xuan reached out and plucked an apricot flower.
When he had nothing left to do, he would rather retire here.
Sunbathe with Senior Sister, drink tea, and watch the apricot tree sprout and bloom.
Occasionally tease Xiao Hei.
It would be perfect.
But he also knew that wasn't possible yet; there were still too many things to finish.
Lu Zheng's matter, the laws of time, the opening of the First Heaven.
And...
Actually, he wanted to take Senior Sister back with him, but... that was likely impossible.
Forget it, don't think about that.
He didn't stay long, turning to leave the courtyard.
...
Walking on the street, Fang Xuan began to think about the next step.
If... he went to drink with Chen Fan, Senior Sister would probably be angry.
Mm... it would be best if he could get a little injured.
That way, Senior Sister would be even angrier and punish him even more severely.
But... what in the Lower Realm could still hurt him?
A Golden Immortal Level 1 cultivation, plus the laws of time, the laws of lust, and the laws of space.
The strongest in the Lower Realm were only at the Tribulation Crossing stage; for him, it would just be a matter of one sword strike.
If he went to find some faction and faked an injury...
Senior Sister would probably go and secretly exterminate them the next day.
He thought about it again.
Find Chen Fan and go to a house of pleasure to listen to some music...?
Then Senior Sister would definitely string him up and train him.
This thought alone is quite...
Cough cough, no...
He was only doing it for the task, not because he had some strange fetish.
He raised his hand to tear open space and then stepped inside.
Goal: Southern Wilderness, Tianlan Kingdom. Find Chen Fan for a drink, then go listen to some music, and wait to be caught by Senior Sister to complete the task.
‘How wonderful. Senior Sister, hurry up and come train me.’
Thinking of this, Fang Xuan suddenly stopped and quickly shook his head.
What on earth was he thinking?
He didn't mean it that way; it was just a slip of the tongue...
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