The bone-washing process was much simpler than expected.
Following Ning Xian’s instructions, Fang Xuan first drank a bowl of medicinal liquid.
Ning Xian stood behind him, her slender fingers pressing gently against his back.
"Be still," she said softly, her voice cool and clear.
Fang Xuan closed his eyes, feeling a warm current slowly seep into his body, guiding the medicinal power to converge toward his spirit bone.
It actually felt quite comfortable.
Soon, the dao rhyme upon the spirit bone began to manifest.
Ning Xian then mobilized the cluster of the laws of destruction she had just seized, guiding it through his meridians until it finally merged into the spirit bone.
From here, her Junior Brother would only need to spend some time meditating on the power of the laws; with his talent, it shouldn't take long at all.
"Just get a preliminary feel for the power of the laws for now, there is no rush to master them."
Fang Xuan opened his eyes and stretched his neck, feeling like he was getting the hang of it.
He stood up and put his clothes back on.
Based on the way Senior Sister described it... was this supposed to be difficult?
He lightly clenched his palm.
Hum—
A cluster of purple-black light condensed in his palm, with tiny lightning arcs dancing along the edges and a center so deep it seemed capable of devouring everything.
The laws of destruction had now completely fused with him.
Ning Xian stood behind him, her eyes widening slightly.
"..."
She blinked once, then twice.
Junior Brother... just gained enlightenment like that?
He had faced no bottlenecks during his breakthrough, leaping from the middle-stage Transformation Realm to the sixth level of Tribulation Crossing overnight; his sword intent appeared whenever he wished, and now even the power of the laws... he mastered them with a mere thought.
Back then, when she was refining the laws of space, she had remained in seclusion for three full months and nearly had her meridians shattered by the backlash of the laws.
Ning Xian began to wonder if her experience from over a hundred lifetimes of cultivation was some kind of joke.
Fang Xuan turned around and met her eyes, which were filled with shock, immediately realizing what was happening.
He couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile. "Don't be so surprised, Senior Sister. Your Junior Brother has many other... impressive qualities."
Ning Xian’s small face began to grow hot again.
"F-Fine, I know you're impressive."
She turned her face away, her voice no louder than a mosquito's hum.
She certainly knew how... impressive he was.
She had been given a very thorough demonstration over the past few days.
Very thorough indeed.
...
They stayed in the Northern Plains for another two days.
There wasn't much to do, but Ning Xian insisted on consolidating her Junior Brother's foundation to prevent any hidden issues from his rapid advancement.
Fang Xuan found this reasoning very logical.
He just didn't understand why the act of "consolidating foundation" had to take place inside the house...
And why it lasted for most of the day.
The windows were tightly shut, the door was locked, and even Xiao Hei had been kicked to the furthest corner of the courtyard and forbidden from approaching.
He was now at the sixth level of Tribulation Crossing, capable of utilizing the laws of destruction with ease, and his sword intent had progressed significantly.
Logically speaking, with his current strength, he should be unrivaled in the lower realm.
Yet right now... he couldn't even get out of bed.
Because Senior Sister wouldn't let him.
Beside him, Ning Xian curled into his arms, tilting her head to look at him.
The dark circles under her eyes were deeper than two days ago, yet a silly trace of a smile still hung at the corners of her mouth.
"Senior Sister..." Fang Xuan finally couldn't help but speak up.
"Hmm?" Ning Xian nuzzled against the crook of his neck.
"How about we go do something else?"
"No."
"..."
Fang Xuan looked at her as she clung to him, refusing to budge.
Senior Sister had... completely fallen.
It was as if she wanted to use up a lifetime's worth of intimacy in these few days.
...
After several consecutive days like this, Ning Xian finally snapped out of her hazy state.
Sitting in the courtyard and watching Fang Xuan refine his sword intent nearby, she suddenly straightened her expression.
She couldn't keep going like this.
Although... although it really did feel wonderful.
But she was the Senior Sister; she had to pave the way for her Junior Brother first.
The threats from the Upper Realm still existed, as did those lingering immortals; although one was dead, two more were still hiding in the shadows.
If they tried to cause trouble when her Junior Brother ascended...
She had to deal with them in advance.
However, with Junior Brother's current strength... he could essentially crush them at will.
At the very least, he was invincible in the lower realm.
So... it was finally time for her, an incompetent Senior Sister, to rely on her Junior Brother.
But... what of it?
The Junior Brother she raised... she, she was allowed to rely on him.
Hmph.
...
After Fang Xuan finished consolidating his realm, his strength at the sixth level of Tribulation Crossing—combined with two types of sword intent and two types of laws—was formidable.
He could at least match the realm above Tribulation Crossing, which, according to what Senior Sister told him later, was the True Immortal realm.
Returning to the courtyard, he paused for a moment.
Senior Sister had actually woken up early.
Not only was she up, but she was also sitting by the stone table with a pot of tea, taking small sips.
She looked dignified and cool, projecting the image of a "proper Senior Sister."
Fang Xuan glanced at the sky.
The sun must have risen from the west today.
He walked over and sat opposite her, propping his chin on his hand as he watched her.
Ning Xian felt uneasy under his gaze and pretended to focus on blowing the steam off her tea.
"Senior Sister, do we have plans today?" Fang Xuan asked.
"Yes... we're heading out."
"Okay."
Ning Xian waited for a moment, and when no follow-up came, she couldn't help but look up.
"Junior Brother, aren't you going to ask what we're doing?"
Fang Xuan kept his chin propped on one hand while his other hand reached out to grasp her small hand on the table, idly playing with her fingers.
"What for?" he said lazily.
"Wherever Senior Sister is, that's where I'll be."
"Hmph~"
Ning Xian turned her face away slightly, her earlobes quietly flushing red. "You certainly know how to say things to please your Senior Sister."
Fang Xuan simply continued to watch her silently.
His wife was acting like a tsundere again.
He curled his lips and deliberately said, "Then Senior Sister, I won't say such things anymore."
"No... you must," Ning Xian blurted out, immediately turning her head back.
Then she quickly averted her gaze again, picking up her teacup to pretend she was drinking.
Fang Xuan suppressed a laugh. "That's not what Senior Sister just said."
"You... you're not allowed to talk back to your Senior Sister." Ning Xian tried to maintain a stern face, but her voice grew smaller and smaller.
Fang Xuan smiled and didn't say anything more.
He just continued to play with her fingers.
Ning Xian kept her head down, glancing at her hand held in his, her heart pounding wildly again.
She didn't know why, but even a very ordinary sentence sounded so wonderful when he said it, making her heart fill with joy.
But she was too embarrassed to admit it, her toes curling inside her shoes.
Fang Xuan continued to watch in silence.
Senior Sister had turned into a steam engine again... she looked so beautiful.
...
In the distant corner by the wall.
Xiao Hei silently watched this scene.
Then it turned around and, with a soft squelch, hopped a step further away.
It decided to go sunbathe outside the courtyard.
It didn't want to look at these two.
It really didn't.
Even if it was just a lump of black mud, it still had its dignity.
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