Chapter 150 | I Accidentally Became the Training Target

In the next second, Fang Xuan was pushed back into the room provided by the Martial Alliance, standing firm.

Fang Xuan was bewildered.

He stood there with a dazed expression.

Just now, regardless of the risk of his mark being discovered, he had forcibly performed a positional teleportation.

Yet, the moment they came face to face, before he could even utter a word, his Senior Sister had pushed him back with a swift "whoosh."

Looking at her... it didn't seem like she was angry.

Her small face had been flushed, and her eyes were somewhat evasive.

Was she hiding something from him?

Or... was she doing something bad and didn't want him to know?

However, since Senior Sister could send him back so decisively, it meant she was safe and in good condition for the time being.

Senior Sister had her little secrets.

He wouldn't pry for now, but he would definitely punish her severely later.

For now, he would first deal with the matters of the Martial Alliance on her behalf.

"Knock, knock." A knock sounded at the door, followed by a respectful voice from outside: "Lord Wuming, the sub-alliance leader has already prepared a banquet in the pavilion and has been waiting for quite some time."

Fang Xuan composed himself and pulled open the door.

Outside stood a Martial Alliance disciple at the Foundation Establishment stage, standing with his hands at his sides.

"Lead the way," Fang Xuan said in a flat tone.

"Yes."

...

Inside the pavilion, a warm atmosphere prevailed, with fine wine and exquisite dishes laid out.

The sub-alliance leader appeared to be a middle-aged scholar with a cultivation at the second level of Tribulation Crossing.

The other person was a burly, bald man with a heavy aura, another influential elder of the Martial Alliance at the Transformation Realm peak.

Seeing Fang Xuan enter, both immediately wore warm smiles.

"Little Friend Wuming has arrived, please take a seat!"

The sub-alliance leader rose to greet him, his attitude as friendly as if he were treating his own nephew.

"It is truly the Martial Alliance's fortune that Little Friend has decided to join us upon arriving in the Northern Plains. We have prepared some wine to welcome you."

Fang Xuan did not stand on ceremony and sat in the vacant guest of honor seat, leaning his black sword casually by his side.

After several rounds of drinks and several courses of food, the atmosphere seemed harmonious.

The sub-alliance leader and the bald elder exchanged a glance before getting to the point: "Little Friend Wuming possesses extraordinary talent. Our Martial Alliance is currently in need of manpower, especially young talents like you who wish to fulfill their ambitions!"

The bald elder chimed in with a booming voice: "Exactly! There is a pressing matter at hand. If it can be accomplished, it will not only be a great service to the Martial Alliance but also a perfect opportunity for Little Friend to make a name for yourself!"

"Once it's done, with your contribution, it would even be possible to promote you directly to a sub-alliance leader of our Martial Alliance!"

Fang Xuan held his wine cup: "What matter?"

The sub-alliance leader lowered his voice, adopting an air of confidence: "To be honest, a witch has appeared recently. She is exceptionally fierce and has repeatedly opposed our Martial Alliance with extreme arrogance!"

"Her cultivation is approximately at the early-stage Transformation Realm, but she is skilled in space techniques, making her quite troublesome."

"We originally wanted to capture and kill her ourselves, but the alliance leader is in secluded meditation due to heavy injuries, and alliance affairs are numerous, so we cannot spare the time..."

He observed Fang Xuan's expression and continued: "Little Friend, your strength is outstanding and you possess great vigor. If you are willing to take action and lead a team of elite disciples to surround and suppress her, victory will be within your grasp!"

"Such a minor nuisance is a simple matter for someone like you, yet it would allow you to establish great merit, build prestige within the alliance, and gain fame throughout the Northern Plains! What do you think, Little Friend?"

Fang Xuan remained unfazed, calmly sipping his wine: "Very well. Where is this female cultivator now?"

A hint of triumph flashed in the sub-alliance leader's eyes: "According to reliable information, she has been active near the Cold Desolate Ice Plains lately. If you agree, I will immediately dispatch three experts at the Void Core peak and five at the middle-stage Golden Core Realm for you to command, along with a Nascent Soul elder to assist from the side, ensuring nothing goes wrong!"

Fang Xuan nodded and set down his wine cup.

He was already preparing to wrap things up and take them away.

Between a Transformation Realm peak and a second-level Tribulation Crossing, his current strength and Yunchang should be enough to avoid causing too much commotion.

Just as his fingertips twitched and sword intent was about to emanate from his body.

The pavilion door was pushed open with a loud bang, and a cold wind rushed in.

A tall old man with a floating aura and thick bandages wrapped around his chest stumbled in, supported by an attendant.

His eyes were sinister as he swept his gaze across the three people in the room, finally landing on Fang Xuan with a scrutinizing look.

This was the Martial Alliance's leader, who was supposedly in secluded meditation, with a sixth-level Tribulation Crossing cultivation.

However, his injuries were clearly not yet healed, and his aura was unstable.

The sub-alliance leader and the bald elder hurriedly stood up: "Alliance Leader, why have you come out of seclusion? Your injuries aren't healed; you should be resting properly."

The alliance leader waved his hand, his voice hoarse: "It's fine... I heard a remarkable young expert had arrived, so I... cough... came to take a look."

The sword intent gathering at Fang Xuan's fingertips quietly withdrew.

Buy two, get one free? What a stroke of luck.

A heavily injured sixth-level Tribulation Crossing, plus the other two from before—he could pack up all three at once.

He was debating whether to flip the table and start the fight immediately or wait for the old man to sit down and have a cup of tea first.

But then, a tower-like youth followed behind the alliance leader with his head down.

It was that lingering immortal, the Six-Armed Demonic Venerable.

He didn't even look at the sub-alliance leader or the alliance leader; he walked straight to the table, reached out two of his arms to grab pieces of roasted meat while another hand lifted a jar of wine, preparing to eat.

It seemed he was just passing by and decided to stop in for a snack.

The sub-alliance leader and the bald elder's expressions changed slightly.

Fang Xuan immediately withdrew his aura to its deepest level. He had encountered an old acquaintance and had to be ready to flee at any moment.

The Six-Armed Demonic Venerable used a free arm to pick at his ear and then spoke:

"Is it an ugly woman accompanied by a sweet-looking, silver-tongued boy?"

He had heard that Dao Yi was struck into mincemeat by purple lightning, which was far too tragic.

In any case, he didn't even dare to release his law power now, let alone his spiritual energy.

Regardless, with his physical prowess alone, he was nearly invincible in this world.

Hearing the phrase "sweet-looking boy," the four people in the pavilion all froze simultaneously, including Fang Xuan.

The sub-alliance leader hesitated: "Lord... according to the reports, that female cultivator wears white robes and her appearance... seems to be extremely beautiful. As for a companion... we haven't heard of any man following her."

"It's not her?" The Six-Armed Demonic Venerable frowned and picked at his ear again.

"Then forget it. Don't look for me for any alliances or whatever anymore."

The alliance leader suppressed a cough and asked cautiously: "Lord, that female sword cultivator is skilled in space techniques and is quite difficult to deal with. Do you think..."