"Go!"
The lead Fei family disciple at the late-stage Foundation Establishment gritted his teeth and was the first to swing his longsword, trailing a crimson sword light that pierced straight toward Fang Xuan’s shoulder.
Seeing this, the others also struck out. Blade lights, fist shadows, and even two low-grade fire talismans were activated.
In an instant, several attacks lunged at Fang Xuan from different directions, sealing off most of his space to dodge.
In their eyes, no matter how strong Fang Xuan was, he was still just in the Foundation Establishment. Two fists could not fight four hands.
Moreover, there were five or six of them, with the lowest being at the early-stage Foundation Establishment, and they had talismans to assist them. They could surely take him down!
Fang Xuan didn't even look at the incoming onslaught of blades and swords.
He simply gripped the middle of his re-wrapped black sword's scabbard with his left hand and gave it a casual, horizontal sweep.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Crack!"
The three charging at the front—whether they were wielding swords, blades, or fists—only felt a mountain-like heavy force slam into them.
Amidst screams of pain, the three flew backward at a speed even faster than their charge, crashing heavily into the walls of the lobby.
The walls cracked from the impact, and after the three hit the ground, they vomited blood violently.
They seemed... a little dead?
Fang Xuan’s brow didn't even twitch, as if he had just swatted away a few flies.
.......
"Clang!" "Crack!"
All the Qingyun Sect disciples who hadn't made a move yet and were just watching felt a sudden tightness in their chests, as if an invisible giant hand had seized their hearts. Even breathing became difficult.
The circulation of spirit power within their bodies came to a momentary standstill.
The bluestone slabs on the ground, centered around Fang Xuan’s feet, spread out several feet in cobweb-like cracks.
Void Core spiritual pressure!
A genuine spiritual pressure that belonged only to true Void Core Realm cultivators.
Even though it was only a leak of a sliver, for these cultivators who were at most at the late-stage Foundation Establishment, it was no different from a giant boulder pressing down on them.
"Void... Void Core!"
The lead Fei family disciple had the highest cultivation and felt it most clearly. The sword in his hand fell to the floor with a clang. His face turned as pale as paper, and his teeth were chattering.
His legs went soft, and he almost knelt on the spot.
The other Fei family disciples who were lucky enough not to be swatted away in the first instance were scared out of their wits, unable to even hold their weapons steady.
Their faces turned green one by one, their bodies shaking like sifting bran, and their eyes were filled with terror as they looked at Fang Xuan.
Foundation Establishment fighting a Void Core? This wasn't just kicking a steel plate; it was slamming one’s head directly into a ten-thousand-foot mountain.
This wasn't how you sought death!
Fang Xuan glanced at them sideways. His gaze was indifferent, devoid of killing intent, yet it was more chilling than any bloodlust.
The remaining three or four Fei family disciples scrambled away, turning and fleeing toward the restaurant entrance like madmen, wishing they had been born with two extra legs.
Fei family seniors, family orders—all of it was tossed out of their minds in the face of such an absolute gap in strength.
"You... you all... Trash! A bunch of trash!"
Fei Wu watched his subordinates abandon him to run for their lives, spitting out another mouthful of blood in rage.
"Fang Xuan! You dare harm the children of my Fei family! My family will never let you go! My father is—"
"Who even knows your Fei family?" Fang Xuan walked up to him and interrupted, his voice flat and ripple-less.
Fei Wu was sent flying into the air by a single kick, tracing a parabola before smashing heavily into another wall.
This time, he didn't even groan; his head tilted to the side as he passed out cold.
A clear footprint was left on his face, and his nose seemed to have collapsed.
Fang Xuan shook his foot, feeling like the sole of his shoe was a bit dirty.
He actually felt a bit of an itch to try out his newly comprehended sword momentum or give them a more profound lesson.
But seeing those few who were slow to run and were now slumped on the ground in terror...
Now was indeed not the time to completely burn bridges with the Fei family and go to extremes.
He would wait for an opportunity.
However, this Fei Wu was only the beginning.
On Sword Peak, in the original story, there wasn't just one senior brother like Fei Wu.
There were five or six more above him.
In the future, similar troubles would likely be frequent.
Fang Xuan calculated silently.
Based on his current cultivation speed, with the help of the system and his own talent, it shouldn't be much of a problem to break through to the Golden Core Realm strength before long.
By then, he would have enough confidence to take his senior sister and leave the Qingyun Sect.
Cutting down Shen Chen probably wouldn't be impossible either.
In any case, if he didn't do it, Ning Xian would.
Of course, this also depended on whether Ning Xian was willing to go with him.
The current Ning Xian hadn't yet experienced the complete despair and transformation after her rebirth; her personality might still retain some traits from the early part of the original story.
For instance, being a bit soft-hearted or acting like a great philanthropist.
Fang Xuan wasn't quite sure yet.
Furthermore, his original talent in the Fang family could only be considered average, and the family hadn't placed much expectation on him.
But if he revealed Golden Core Realm cultivation with this seventeen-year-old body...
That would absolutely be a genius that would shock the entire cultivation world.
At that time, perhaps even the Fang family would look at him in a new light, and resources would pour in accordingly.
But to be honest, this body was indeed a bit too young. With such a handsome face, he looked quite easy to bully.
It was just as well; with this appearance, he could continue to play dumb in front of his senior sister to lower her guard, making it easier to advance that damn training business.
Thinking of the training business, Fang Xuan glanced at the system in his consciousness.
He took action just now, but the system didn't pop up with a judgment?
Protecting the master, surely that deserves a hundred training value points.
He shook his head, thinking no more of it, and turned back to the table.
"Senior Sister, this isn't a place to stay for long. Let's go."
"Wait... wait." Ning Xian’s voice was very soft, almost carrying a bit of... embarrassment?
Fang Xuan looked at her in confusion.
He saw Ning Xian’s gaze land on the spot where Fei Wu lay collapsed—specifically, on the gold-stitched storage pouch at Fei Wu’s waist.
Fang Xuan understood instantly.
Senior Sister wanted to... loot the body? No, collect the spoils of war.
Come to think of it, Senior Sister was penniless now. Since these troublemakers had delivered themselves to her door, it would be a waste not to take their spirit stones, pills, and artifacts.
It was just that seeing Ning Xian’s cold and aloof face showing an expression like she wanted to pick up money felt like an adorable contrast to Fang Xuan.
"You... you go out first."
Ning Xian seemed a bit uncomfortable being watched by him and looked away.
"The rest... I will handle the cleanup."
Fang Xuan wanted to laugh but held it in, forcing a serious expression onto his face.
"Alright, I'll wait for you outside."
.......
A while later.
Ning Xian walked straight out the door.
She carried a bulging bag and walked to his side, hiding it behind her hands.
But it seemed... a bit like she was burying her head in the sand.
The bag was simply too full, and a few glittering spirit stones slipped out from the loose opening.
They fell onto the bluestone slabs with a crisp "clink, clank."
Ning Xian: "......."
Fang Xuan: "......"
The air seemed to freeze.
Ning Xian felt her toes curl in embarrassment.
She stiffly bent down, her movements a bit flustered as she went to pick up the few rolling spirit stones.
Fang Xuan fought desperately to keep his expression steady.
Don't laugh, don't laugh.
Otherwise, he might scare Senior Sister away.
He also quickly crouched down, helping to pick up two other spirit stones that had rolled further away and handed them back to Ning Xian.
"Senior... Senior Sister, should we... head back?"
Ning Xian took the spirit stones and stuffed them haphazardly into the bag, not daring to look at Fang Xuan's face at all.
"Yes... good, good..."
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