Senior Sister was still cooking.
Fang Xuan felt that after lying in bed for so long, although he was physically clean, he still felt uncomfortable.
"Senior Sister, I’m going to take a bath," he called out.
......
He shed his clothes and stepped into the bath barrel.
The warm water enveloped his body.
Ah, comfortable.
Leaning against the side of the barrel, he raised his right hand, looking at the white bandages still wrapped around it.
His hand... it should be fine now, right?
He remembered that before his consciousness had completely blurred at the end, his hand had been utterly broken.
Now that he could move it freely without the slightest hint of pain, it seemed to have either healed completely or been reattached.
Curiosity piqued, he slowly began to unwrap the knot of the bandages on his right hand.
One turn, two turns...
The bandages fell away halfway, revealing the hand beneath.
The fingers were slender, the joints well-defined, and the skin... was unusually fair and delicate, even more lustrous than his original skin tone.
Fang Xuan stared at the hand; the more he looked, the more familiar it felt.
The length of the fingers, the curve of the joints, even the shape of the nails...
What on earth!
What had Senior Sister... done to him while he was unconscious?
Surely it wasn't just... kissing and hugging? She even changed his hand?
How eccentric...
But using it... it seemed quite flexible?
He tried clenching his fist; the knuckles gave a crisp crackle, and the power flow was smooth, as if this hand had belonged to him since birth.
It just looked too... delicate.
It didn't quite match his current handsome face and tall, sturdy build.
After thinking it over, he picked up the discarded bandages and carefully rewrapped them, hiding that overly striking skin.
Yes, it looked better wrapped up, and bandages somehow gave off a cool, battle-hardened vibe.
Just as he finished wrapping it, he seemed to sense something else.
With a slight stir of his will, a thought took form.
At the tip of his right index finger, a tiny wisp of sword intent quietly emerged, and the surrounding space seemed to tremor slightly.
It was Ning Xian’s sword intent, containing the laws of space.
At the same time, from his left index finger, a completely different wisp of dark-gold sword intent rose.
The sword intent was solid and heavy, carrying a domineering and destructive aura.
This was the sword intent he had realized himself after merging his own sword path with the baleful energy of the black sword, following the path of ultimate power and destruction.
Fang Xuan blinked, feeling the heart-palpitating power within.
He seemed... to truly be a bit invincible.
With Senior Sister's dao-infused spirit bone in his body and now a right hand that could flick out spatial sword intent at will...
It turned out... his golden finger had been Senior Sister all along.
......
Of course, calling himself invincible only applied to this realm and among the younger generation.
The road ahead was still very long.
However, one must take things one step at a time.
For now, the priority was to heal his injuries, stabilize his cultivation realm, and enjoy—ahem—properly accompany Senior Sister.
Having soaked enough, Fang Xuan stood up, preparing to use spiritual power to dry his hair and body to save trouble.
"Don't move."
Ning Xian's voice came from the doorway of the bathhouse.
Fang Xuan froze in mid-motion and turned his head.
Ning Xian had arrived at some point, holding a clean cloth as she stood behind him.
"Using spiritual power is faster, no need to trouble you, Senior Sister," Fang Xuan said.
"Ahem... you must save your spiritual power. You've only just recovered," Ning Xian said, turning her head slightly and making up a random excuse.
Fang Xuan could only obediently lean back against the edge of the tub.
Ning Xian wrapped his wet, long hair in the cloth and dried it with gentle movements.
After drying it, she used a comb to smooth it out, finally tying it into a neat, high ponytail at the back of his head using her old hair ribbon.
She stepped around to the front to examine him, appearing very satisfied as the corners of her lips curved upward.
Her gentle gaze fell upon his face, her eyes... hiding a sense of absolute possessive satisfaction.
Junior Brother was hers...
......
"By the way, Senior Sister," Fang Xuan suddenly remembered and asked casually, "how did you know I was finished?"
He didn't think he had called her.
Ning Xian’s movement of putting away the cloth paused for a moment, but her expression remained calm. "Coincidence."
Fang Xuan looked at the slight reddening of her earlobes.
Hmm... it seemed... he was being monitored by Senior Sister.
......
Having put on clean clothes, they returned to the main house.
Ning Xian had already brought all the dishes to the table.
As expected, there was a large plate of bright, glossy red braised meat, two bowls of translucent white rice, and a dish of stir-fried seasonal vegetables.
There was even a small jar of wine that smelled extremely fragrant.
"Wow, Senior Sister, there’s wine today too?"
Fang Xuan's eyes lit up.
"Yes, I bought it at the foot of the mountain. Try it."
Ning Xian poured him a small cup and poured one for herself, though hers was noticeably shallower.
She ate small bites of the vegetables, occasionally taking a tiny sip of wine, her gaze resting on Fang Xuan most of the time.
Seeing him eat with such relish, her eyes were soft enough to melt.
Fang Xuan ate while drinking the crisp, cool wine.
A slight tipsiness set in as he looked at Ning Xian’s increasingly exquisite face.
Her long eyelashes cast small shadows under her eyes, her nose was elegant, and her lips glistened with a moist sheen from the wine...
Senior Sister was truly beautiful.
Why did he feel... his head was getting dizzier? His vision was starting to blur.
Did this wine... have such a strong kick?
He shook his head, trying to stay clear-headed, but the sleepiness was overwhelming.
In his daze, he seemed to hear Ning Xian’s cold voice ringing in his ear, carrying a tone unlike her usual self:
"Junior Brother was... disobedient again today..."
"Leaving... all by yourself..."
"Now... let Senior Sister punish you properly, alright?"
"Mmh... Senior Sister?" Fang Xuan responded subconsciously, his mind having turned into a total mess as he just wanted to sleep.
His mumbled response gave Ning Xian, who was about to reach out and carry him, a start.
She jerked her hand back, her face instantly flushing crimson...
How could it be...
She had clearly... clearly put enough tranquilizing pills in the wine; Junior Brother was supposed to just sleep quietly.
Panicked and ashamed, Ning Xian’s heart pounded wildly as she began to explain incoherently, "Senior... Senior Sister wasn't... I didn't want to do anything bad..."
Her voice grew smaller as she spoke, and her head drooped lower.
His mind hazy, Fang Xuan managed to force his eyes open slightly, looking at Ning Xian whose face was red and whose eyes were darting away.
A few giant question marks popped up in his head.
What was Senior Sister saying? Doing what bad thing?
......
Seeing that he seemed to have some awareness, Ning Xian was even more embarrassed beyond measure.
Yes, she just wanted to dual cultivate with her junior brother.
It had already been four months...
She admitted she was overcome by her impulses, but was too embarrassed to say it, so she thought about using some pills...
......
Now that she had been caught red-handed, she looked at Fang Xuan’s confused eyes gazing at her.
The thoughts she had suppressed for so long, along with a hidden thrill of nearly succeeding in her deception, surged up together...
...
She was just a lecherous senior sister, so what.
Taking a deep breath, she raised her watery eyes and spoke through gritted teeth: "Take off your clothes."
"Dual cultivate with me."
"Hurry."
After saying it, she felt the heat on her face rapidly spread through her entire body, even her fingertips felt scorching.
Fang Xuan blinked, his muddled brain processing this sudden information.
Take off clothes? Dual cultivate?
Was Senior Sister... being this bold today?
Fang Xuan felt like he was getting even dizzier.
And seeing his innocent and submissive appearance, the sense of guilt in Ning Xian’s heart almost overwhelmed her.
But she also felt... a hidden pleasure of dominance...
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