Back in the small courtyard in the middle of the night.
Fang Xuan was still roasting by the fire.
Why was it still so cold in the middle of spring?
It certainly wasn't because he was physically weak.
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to inspect his body from within; he couldn't rely solely on his senior sister to find a solution.
Inside, his body remained utterly still.
His dantian was empty, and his meridians hung limply.
The only thing still alive was that pink light—the laws of lust.
Fang Xuan tried to mobilize it, to make it once again assault those invading laws and push them out.
The laws of lust stirred, lazily reaching out to touch the black laws entrenched in his meridians.
Then... it recoiled.
And went back to napping.
Fang Xuan: "..."
Feeling a little unwilling, he continued to urge it.
Annoyed by him, the laws of lust finally stirred again.
This time, it didn't recoil but cautiously extended a tiny thread.
A very faint, thin thread of pink light.
The moment that thread of light touched the black laws, the black laws trembled slightly.
But it was just a tremble.
Then, the thread of pink light was repelled.
However, at that moment, another thread of the laws of lust took an unconventional approach, forcefully breaking through the encirclement of the other laws.
......
Fang Xuan opened his eyes, looking at the thread of pink light gathered in his hand.
It had some effect, but not much.
He stared at the stove fire, his mind starting to wander.
Could it be because he and his senior sister weren't intimate enough, which was why the laws of lust hadn't progressed much after those two weeks...
After all, this law's activation mechanism seemed indeed related to... well, the degree of intimacy.
His senior sister should just come back quickly and practice the laws of lust with him for ten days to half a month; that would be enough.
He sighed.
This wasn't the time to think about such things.
He still had one method: to dismantle these laws one by one and then fully comprehend them all.
He gathered his thoughts and looked again at the black laws within his body.
Their auras varied, but all were powerful.
Fang Xuan frowned.
Each of these laws was stronger than the current limit he could bear.
His senior sister said he could only accommodate two more at most.
In other words, he had to choose two out of these four laws, refine and absorb them.
Then, he would use these two refined laws to counteract the other two, expelling them from his body.
This sounded like a very low probability of success.
But he had to try.
He opened his eyes and looked out the window.
It was already very late.
Chen Fan should still be waiting outside.
He stood up, walked to the door, and pushed it open.
Chen Fan was standing in the courtyard. Seeing Fang Xuan emerge, he quickly walked over: "Brother Xuan?"
"I'm going into seclusion for a few days," Fang Xuan said. "You can go back."
Chen Fan was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Alright, alright. Brother Xuan, just call me anytime if you need anything..."
He hadn't even finished speaking.
Fang Xuan looked into the distance: "You have so many assassins here?"
"Huh?" Chen Fan froze.
He hadn't sensed anything... at least not above Foundation Establishment.
A massive crimson sword qi descended from the sky, piercing through the entire house!
"Boom—!"
The roof exploded, sending splinters of wood flying.
Fang Xuan grabbed Chen Fan's shoulder and casually tossed him aside.
On the roof, people had gathered at some unknown point.
Four of them.
A burly man, arms crossed, looked down at them with a sinister grin.
There was also a hunchbacked old man, and a woman holding a paper umbrella.
She stood under the umbrella, her face obscured.
Finally, the leader, a young man, carried six swords neatly sheathed on his back.
"This is the work of Rakshasa Pavilion; bystanders, move aside," the burly man said, his voice rumbling like muffled thunder.
His gaze fell on Fang Xuan, scrutinizing him up and down.
A mortal.
No aura, unable to sense any spiritual energy fluctuations.
Frail and weak, looking like a gust of wind could knock him over.
A hint of disdain flashed in the burly man's eyes, but recalling the pavilion's rules, he still spoke:
"You're just a mortal; why are you getting involved?"
Fang Xuan didn't move either.
He just stood there, looking up at the four people on the roof.
His gaze was calm.
His right hand had already unwrapped its bandage.
These people... were at least in the Golden Core Realm or above.
He didn't know the specifics; he couldn't perceive them.
But it didn't matter.
He could kill them.
"No rush," the sword-carrying youth leading them said.
The burly man's face was full of disdain: "He's just a mortal; what's there to rush?"
"Idiot," the youth clearly didn't want to bother with him.
A sword light shot out from behind him, heading straight for Fang Xuan's face.
A test first.
Fang Xuan's eyes glinted with coldness.
He raised his right hand, and the flying sword was firmly grasped in his hand.
The sword body was still buzzing, its tip only three inches from his glabella.
Fang Xuan looked down at the sword in his hand.
Not bad.
He was just missing one.
He looked up, meeting their astonished gazes.
The white bandage wrapped around his right hand gently fluttered in the night wind.
Just as he was about to continue his move.
Streaks of blood instantly appeared on the necks of the four people on the roof!
All four fell simultaneously, lifeless.
Fang Xuan also froze, "Huh?"
What happened...?
Behind him, a familiar voice suddenly sounded.
Cool and clear, with a hint of accusation.
"You drank again."
Fang Xuan turned his head.
Under the moonlight, a slender white figure stood amidst the ruins.
Her black hair cascaded like a waterfall, tied only at the end with a simple wooden hairpin, and her cool, ethereal face now wore a hint of displeasure.
Fang Xuan blinked, then curved his lips into a smile.
"No, Senior Sister."
Ning Xian walked over to him.
"Immortal... Immortal Ning," Chen Fan finally reacted, quickly bowing in greeting.
It's over, it's over, it's over.
He knew he shouldn't have taken Brother Xuan drinking.
Now Immortal Ning had caught them red-handed.
He secretly glanced at Fang Xuan, then at Ning Xian, before quietly retreating a few steps.
Time to run.
Quickly run away.
"Come... come back inside for your punishment," Ning Xian said, pulling Fang Xuan's hand and heading into the house.
Pulled by her, Fang Xuan stumbled a step.
"What's wrong, Senior Sister?"
He was a little puzzled.
She shouldn't have come for those assassins.
He could easily dispatch those fellows; it wasn't worth his senior sister making a trip herself.
Ning Xian didn't speak, pulling him all the way into the house and closing the door.
Then she turned around and looked at him.
"The Upper Realm is unreachable for me too," she said, her voice muffled.
Ning Xian lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
So this time's Tribulation Crossing failure wasn't his junior brother's problem, but the Upper Realm's.
It should get better after a while.
So now, they could only find a way in the Lower Realm to resolve the laws within his junior brother's body.
Well... there was no other way right now anyway.
And... it was already night again.
She looked up, gazing at Fang Xuan.
A blush suddenly appeared on her cool, delicate face.
"Hmph."
She let out a soft hmph.
She had to severely punish her junior brother.
How dare he sneak out to drink.
Disobedient.
Fang Xuan looked at her like this and suddenly remembered something.
"Senior Sister," he said.
"Hm?" Ning Xian looked at him.
"That laws of lust, I just leaked a tiny bit, we can practice it."
Ning Xian blinked.
Then her delicate face visibly flushed.
"Ah..."
She subconsciously took a step back, her legs starting to feel weak again...
"Senior Sister," Fang Xuan took a step forward, looking at her seriously, "Later, things might get... a little kinky."
Ning Xian's face turned even redder.
"No... that won't do," she tried to maintain her senior sister's dignity, speaking sternly, but her voice grew softer and softer.
She had only just managed to be a dignified senior sister for half a month... she was originally going to severely punish her junior brother...
But with her junior brother empowered by the laws of lust...
"No... that won't do."
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