“Senior Sister, I know that I went out without permission this time—and even drank and delayed things. I committed a serious mistake. Ordinary punishment probably won’t make me reflect deeply enough… I ask that Senior Sister impose a heavy penalty.”
Ning Xian was momentarily stunned by his initiative in admitting fault. The trace of anger in her heart inexplicably dissipated a little.
Instead, a strange sense of embarrassment rose up—along with a faint, barely perceptible thrill.
In truth, her junior brother bore a secret mark that she herself had engraved. No matter where he went, she could sense his location.
If necessary, she could even project a strand of divine sense to observe him.
So she actually wasn’t that angry.
But sneaking out for most of the day without reporting—and coming back smelling of alcohol—that was disobedience. That required serious training.
Looking at his “do as you please” expression,
Ning Xian’s small throat bobbed unconsciously, her fingertips warming slightly.
She forcibly suppressed the restless thoughts in her heart, put on a stern expression, and tried to make her voice sound fair and impartial.
“S-Since that’s the case… we’ll do as you say.”
She turned her head slightly, avoiding Fang Xuan’s obedient gaze.
“First… first you’ll be punished by having your hands locked. Then… then your five senses will be blocked.”
As she spoke, she took out a set of exquisitely crafted silver shackles, along with a soft black silk ribbon.
Fang Xuan’s eyes lit up even more. He cooperated enthusiastically, extending his hands and bringing his wrists together, clearly thinking: Senior Sister, hurry and lock me.
Ning Xian took a deep breath, stepped forward, and with trembling hands wrapped the shackles around his wrists.
Click.
A crisp sound rang out as the lock closed.
A ripple of light flashed across the shackles—clearly no ordinary item, capable of restricting spiritual power and movement.
Next, she picked up the black silk ribbon and moved behind Fang Xuan.
Seeing her junior brother completely defenseless, her heartbeat quickened even more.
Biting her lower lip, she gently covered his eyes with the ribbon and tied a knot behind his head.
With his vision taken away, his other senses seemed to sharpen.
Fang Xuan could clearly hear Ning Xian’s slightly disordered breathing, and could smell the cool, clean fragrance on her body.
【Detected: training target Fang Xuan has been subjected to restraints and sensory deprivation by “master” Ning Xian!】
【Behavior classification: high-intensity domination and control!】
【Training value +50!】
【Current total training value: 8.4%!】
【Notice: Stage reward upgrade threshold (10%) not yet reached!】
Fang Xuan felt a quiet surge of joy.
As expected—the harder they played, the more generous the system became.
After finishing all this, Ning Xian stepped back two paces and looked at Fang Xuan, his hands bound, eyes covered.
She swallowed, her throat feeling inexplicably dry.
The little people in her head started arguing again:
Cool-headed Ning Xian: Th-that should be enough, right? Punishment should be moderate…
Pleasure-seeking Ning Xian (screaming): They’re already locked and blindfolded—what are you waiting for?!
Dark Ning Xian, licking her lips: Yes, exactly. He can’t move, can’t see—he can only be at my mercy… a perfect canvas, waiting for Senior Sister to paint on…
“Y-You… just lie down.” Ning Xian heard her own voice sounding dry as she patted the bed.
“Senior Sister… Senior Sister won’t do anything.”
Even she didn’t believe those words.
Fang Xuan followed her instruction, groping his way to the bed and slowly lying down.
The shackles on his wrists made faint clinking sounds.
He turned his face toward Ning Xian’s direction, even though his vision was pitch black.
“Senior Sister… is that really true? You won’t do anything?”
That doubtful tone, to Ning Xian, felt almost like deliberate provocation.
“O-Of course I’m going to do something!”
Ning Xian’s voice suddenly rose.
“This is punishment! If I don’t do anything, how can it count as punishment?!”
Fang Xuan: “……”
But a flustered, stubborn Senior Sister forcing herself to argue was cute enough to make one want to—well, cooperate fully with the act.
Ning Xian also realized the contradiction in her words, her face burning hot.
She steeled her heart, kicked off her shoes, climbed onto the bed, and knelt beside Fang Xuan.
Her gaze swept over his restrained wrists, his blindfolded eyes, his slightly open collar…
Her breathing grew faster as she leaned down.
That fleeting view—
…nearly sent Fang Xuan straight to heaven.
The shackles rattled softly amid the movement.
Well. In the end, everyone goes to heaven eventually.
……
The punishment continued—or rather, the cultivation was carried out with doubled effort.
Fang Xuan enjoyed it thoroughly, and was pleased to discover that once his eyes were covered and his hands bound,
Senior Sister became… far more open than before.
……
“Mmm… mm… ahh…”
Ning Xian lay sprawled across Fang Xuan’s sweat-damp chest, her breathing broken, her gaze unfocused.
Why was it that even when Junior Brother was… was locked up…
he was still… still this formidable…
……
The shackles on Fang Xuan’s wrists had long since broken apart, and the silk ribbon was nowhere to be found.
One of his hands was interlaced with Ning Xian’s fingers; the other casually traced along her waistline.
……
The next few days passed as if the small courtyard were cut off from the world.
They were “rewarded”—ahem, punished—for several days straight.
Fang Xuan eagerly checked the system.
【Current total training value: 9.97%!】
Stuck.
Just short of that final 0.3%.
Fang Xuan felt unbearably itchy inside.
There were even a few moments when, looking at Ning Xian’s pale jade foot, his mind blanked out and he almost went in to “appraise” it.
Then shout—
I am Miss Ning Xian’s dog—
Luckily, at the last possible moment, his precarious rationality pulled him back.
He could not make such a decision that would betray his ancestors.
……
That morning, the punishment finally paused.
In the courtyard.
Ning Xian frowned slightly. Earlier, with her emotions in turmoil, she hadn’t examined things carefully.
Now that her mind was calm, she could sense that the space sword intent contained in Fang Xuan’s right hand seemed far more unstable than before.
“Junior Brother, did you previously use a large amount of sword intent?”
Fang Xuan didn’t expect her to ask this suddenly. He nodded. “Mm.”
She took hold of his right hand and began unwrapping the white bandage.
“Senior Sister?” Fang Xuan asked, puzzled.
The bandage came off, revealing that slender, fair hand.
Without her blood to nourish it, the hand wouldn’t last much longer—it would be completely ruined.
It would no longer be able to carry her sword intent, becoming no different from an ordinary hand.
She raised two fingers of her left hand and lightly cut her own right wrist.
A small wound opened, fresh red blood flowing out.
By then, Fang Xuan understood—and he would rather not have it.
“Forget it, Senior Sister.”
He gently pulled his hand back.
“Shut up.” Ning Xian cut him off.
She bit her lip decisively, then leaned forward and kissed him, her other hand pressing against the back of his head.
She transferred her origin blood essence—containing the laws of her source—into his mouth.
After the transfer, the wound healed rapidly under her circulating spiritual power, leaving only a faint pale mark.
Junior Brother was good in every way—except that he never took his own matters seriously…
Did he know how afraid she was…
Afraid he would be injured, afraid that the hand meant to protect him would be ruined, and even more afraid that—somewhere she couldn’t see—he would suddenly disappear.
……
Three days later, it was the scheduled day for Junior Brother Liu Yuan to ascend the Heavenly Ladder at the third level of Tribulation Crossing, drawing out Dao Yi.
Fang Xuan stood in the courtyard holding his sword, waiting for Ning Xian.
The white bandage had been rewrapped around his right hand, but the surging power within was something even he himself could clearly feel.
According to Senior Sister’s plan, Liu Yuan and his junior brother would first be killed by Dao Yi.
Then they would intervene from the shadows and kill Dao Yi.
He thought the plan was excellent.
Ning Xian emerged from the room, having changed into plain white robes suitable for action. Her long hair was tied high, less languid than usual, more crisp and decisive.
In this lifetime, since Dao Yi had almost certainly learned of their existence in advance,
with his caution and suspicion, he would never treat this like dealing with an ordinary Heavenly Ladder climber.
The worry was that he might not come alone.
If he had drawn in other lingering immortals trapped in this realm, or possessed means to enforce spatial lockdown force,
then leaving afterward would be difficult.
But likewise—if they waited until Dao Yi had fully gathered manpower and laid a net before coming for them, their odds would only be worse.
Striking first, while the opponent might not yet be fully prepared, was instead the option with relatively higher chances.
Just… the risks were equally high.
Still, no matter what—
if she fought to the death, no one would ever be allowed to harm her junior brother.
Rate on N.U.
