The next morning, sunlight slanted through the gaps in the bamboo window frames, falling across Fang Xuan’s face.
He was sleeping soundly. In his dream, he was racing a pile of plump white buns, just about to catch the last red-bean–filled one—
The door was gently pushed open.
“Hm? Senior Sister? Morning…”
Fang Xuan woke up as well, yawning as he sat up, his eyes still bleary with sleep.
Ning Xian walked in. After turning around to close the door, she spoke straight to the point.
“Take off your clothes.”
Fang Xuan: “……???”
Take… take what off?
He blinked hard, looking at Ning Xian standing stiffly by the bed, her expression perfectly calm, and wondered if he was hallucinating.
But Ning Xian only looked at him quietly, her expression serious.
Fang Xuan was still a little dazed.
So fast?
And… this early in the morning?
System, system, are you seeing this? This isn’t me taking the initiative—it’s Senior Sister forcing it.
A heaven-sent opportunity. Wouldn’t the training value explode?
His fingers moved quickly as he started untying the cords of his inner robes.
“Alright, Senior Sister…”
His outer robe slipped off. The ties of his inner robes came halfway undone.
【Ding! Detected that training target Fang Xuan, under the master Ning Xian’s explicit command, is proactively and expectantly exposing his body.】
【Behavior assessment: absolute obedience of the training target to the master’s orders.】
【Training value +6!】
Ning Xian watched him start to undress, then saw the look on his face—“innocent, clueless, ready to be picked at will.”
Only then did she realize that what she had just said… carried quite a bit of ambiguity.
She turned her face aside a little, embarrassed.
It was all because she was used to giving direct orders. Just now, all she had been thinking about was checking the wound and changing the medicine, and her mouth moved faster than her brain.
Junior Brother was still young… at an age where he didn’t understand much of anything.
Saying it like that really did make her sound like some enchantress from a dual cultivation sect, luring an inexperienced junior brother.
……
But… she couldn’t lie to herself either.
These past few days—especially after Fang Xuan was gravely injured, unconscious, and then woke up—an unusual feeling had been lingering in her heart.
Mortal emotions… she thought she had long since cut them away, yet without realizing it, they had quietly begun to grow again.
Still… she wouldn’t deceive herself.
He was a bit young… then she could just raise him for a few more years.
“Don’t overthink it,” Ning Xian said, doing her best to keep her voice calm, though she still didn’t dare look directly at Fang Xuan.
“…Changing the medicine.”
“I know.”
He deliberately said “I know” in a perfectly serious tone, which only made Ning Xian feel more flustered.
“There’s no need to change anywhere else,” Fang Xuan said, pointing to his shoulder.
“Other than this one spot, everything’s basically healed.”
“No. Let me see,” Ning Xian replied, her tone firmer this time.
“Senior Sister, maybe—”
Fang Xuan symbolically leaned back a little, looking shy.
“Don’t move.”
Ning Xian had already reached out, gently pressing down on his uninjured shoulder while carefully undoing the ties of his inner robes with her other hand.
His collar fell completely open, his upper body fully exposed to Ning Xian’s view.
Aside from the ferocious wound on his shoulder, the rest of his body only bore faint traces that were already fading rapidly.
【Ding! Detected that master Ning Xian is carefully inspecting the host’s body. The host consequently experiences a sense of secret pleasure and honor at being thoroughly examined.】
【Behavior assessment: bodily display and ownership confirmation. Training value +5!】
Fang Xuan: “……”
Honor my ass, system. This is clearly me sacrificing my looks for points.
Ning Xian began changing the medicine on his shoulder.
To get a better angle, she had no choice but to lean forward slightly, half of her body almost resting against Fang Xuan’s chest.
From this angle, Fang Xuan could smell the cool, clean fragrance in her hair and see her lowered lashes.
Senior Sister’s waist was really slender, her frame small.
She wasn’t much shorter than him—maybe half a head at most.
Yet now, leaning into his arms, she seemed unusually petite.
But those legs…
Longer than his life.
That was the most tempting part.
……
Ning Xian seemed to notice the ambiguity of their posture as well and quickened her movements.
Finally finished with the medicine and re-bandaging the wound, she stepped back two paces and lowered her head to tidy the medicine box.
“All done,” she said softly.
“Thank you, Senior Sister.” Fang Xuan pulled his clothes back together and retied the cords.
……
For the next several days, until the sect tournament fully came to an end, his “injuries” were more or less healed.
But Senior Sister seemed to have… completely let go.
Meals—she had to feed him herself.
At first, Fang Xuan tried to do it on his own, but Ning Xian would look at him with that cool yet faintly disappointed gaze.
Only when he obediently opened his mouth would her lips curve into a shallow smile.
He felt it was worth it. His life had never been this worthwhile.
If his hair came loose, she insisted on tying it for him personally.
If Fang Xuan refused, the disappointment in her eyes was impossible to hide.
Mm… how to put it…
He had originally intended to let himself be better trained by Senior Sister.
But now it seemed that… he had accidentally trained Senior Sister instead.
Judging by her age, Ning Xian was probably not that old—maybe twenty-one or twenty-two, just barely into adulthood…
……
As for the wound on his shoulder, he deliberately didn’t let it heal too quickly.
That way, he could let Senior Sister change his medicine up close every day—boosting affection while steadily harvesting training value.
As for being fed during meals or having his head patted while she tied his hair… he accepted all those bits of training value without hesitation.
Over these days, he also gradually finished eating all the spirit buns provided by the system.
Driven by that vast and pure spiritual energy, his cultivation naturally broke through the bottleneck of the early Void Core Realm and steadily entered the middle Void Core Realm.
After stabilizing his cultivation, Fang Xuan began to focus on sword practice.
His application of sword momentum grew increasingly refined. Paired with his “little brother,” the black sword Oblivion, his strength increased rapidly.
But when it came to the threshold of sword intent, he simply couldn’t touch it.
That layer of paper was clearly right in front of him, yet no matter what, he couldn’t pierce it.
Watching Ning Xian occasionally practice with a bamboo pole in the courtyard—casually displaying that heart-stirring, awe-inspiring sword intent—he couldn’t help but crave it.
He put away his sword and walked over to Ning Xian, who was hanging herbs out to dry.
“Senior Sister, how did you comprehend sword intent back then?”
Ning Xian paused, then turned to look at him.
She thought about it for a moment and answered very seriously:
“I don’t know.”
Fang Xuan: “……”
A very protagonist-like answer.
Looks like his road to sword intent would have to be walked slowly, step by step, on his own.
Rate on N.U.
