Chapter 231 | I Accidentally Became the Training Target

(A fan submission, a bit of a random side story)

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When Fang Xuan opened his eyes, he found himself standing on an unfamiliar street.

It wasn't the rental apartment on Blue Star, nor the floating peak palace of the Upper Realm, nor the bamboo courtyard of the Qingyun Sect.

It was a cobblestone path, with mountains in the distance.

And he was still wearing the T-shirt he’d bought on Blue Star, clutching his phone, with the interface of Legends of the Three Kingdoms still active on the screen.

What was going on?

He had just been sunbathing on the balcony with Senior Sister curled up in his arms, nuzzling against him.

How did he end up here in the blink of an eye?

“Junior Brother...”

Someone called out to him from behind.

The voice was soft, as if afraid of disturbing something.

Fang Xuan turned around.

Ning Xian stood three paces away.

But she was wearing her own clothes...

Not his T-shirt, not a hoodie, but that white robe.

The one she wore when they first met—plain white, without any ornamentation. Her long hair hung loose, not tied back with that white fabric tie.

She stood there, hands at her sides, fingertips slightly curled. She looked at him with a gaze so complex he couldn't begin to decipher it...

Fang Xuan froze for a moment, then froze again.

Something was wrong...

Hadn't Senior Sister been wearing his hoodie this morning?

Her hair had been a mess, her face unwashed, and she’d refused to get out of bed until he dragged her up.

When they headed out, she’d been clutching a bag of beer, insisting on going to the supermarket to buy another crate.

She hadn't been dressed like this, and she certainly hadn't looked at him like that.

“Senior Sister?”

Ning Xian’s eyelashes fluttered.

She lowered her head, looking at her toes.

After a moment, she looked up again with the same expression—as if she had so much to say but didn't know where to start.

Sensing Fang Xuan’s grave expression, she seemed to grow even more nervous.

“Junior Brother, come home with me...”

As she spoke, she stepped forward to take his hand.

Fang Xuan instinctively took a step back.

It wasn't that he was hiding; it was pure instinct.

Because this person was radiating an incredibly dense aura of the laws of time—so thick it even made him, a Golden Immortal Level 5, feel suppressed.

“Senior Sister, where is ‘home’?” he asked, trying to keep his tone light.

Ning Xian looked at him, her long hair falling forward to partially obscure her blood-red eyes.

“Xunyuan Town is fine, the Upper Realm is fine—anywhere is fine, as long as Junior Brother is there.”

She reached out, wanting to take his hand.

Fang Xuan pulled his hand back. This wasn't his Senior Sister.

His Senior Sister would never look at him with those eyes.

When she looked at him, she was either cool and aloof, fierce, or soft and clingy.

Not like this... so full of despair... so broken.

“Who are you?” he asked.

Ning Xian’s hand froze in mid-air.

She looked at him, moisture pooling in her eyes. Her lashes grew damp, but she forced herself not to let the tears fall.

She bit her lower lip for a long time before she spoke.

“I am Ning Xian. Your Senior Sister.”

Her voice trembled slightly. “Junior Brother, didn't you say you would stay with me forever?”

Fang Xuan remained silent.

Too many strange things were happening today.

This Senior Sister possessed an incredibly potent mastery of the laws of time.

He had a vague suspicion...

In any case, he couldn't stay here long.

He raised his hand, the laws of space condensing at his fingertips. A rift opened beside him.

On the other side was the rental apartment he shared with Senior Sister on Blue Star. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the sofa.

Ning Xian looked at the rift, at the sunlight on the other side, and at the blue blanket on the sofa.

She lowered her gaze, her hair falling to hide her face, making her expression unreadable.

Then she raised her hand and gave a light squeeze.

The rift snapped shut.

Fang Xuan’s pupils constricted.

Spatial lockdown.

So strong. Stronger than any sacred ground ancestor, stronger than anyone he had ever met.

He released his Golden Immortal Level 5 aura, clutching the laws of time and space, ready to bolt at any second.

He was worried something had happened to the Senior Sister back home.

The Ning Xian across from him kept her head down, hair masking her eyes.

Then she looked up at him.

The aura of the Dao Realm was released without reservation...

It wasn't meant to suppress him; it was more like a demonstration.

Telling Fang Xuan: You can't run, but I don't want to hurt you.

Fang Xuan stared at that aura and fell silent for a long time.

Then he scratched his head and spoke with a smile, “Uh... Senior Sister, I remember you now. Let's go home, hahaha...”

But as soon as he finished, his tongue lolled out, and he fainted completely.

Ning Xian caught him.

He slumped into her arms, his T-shirt rumpled. His phone slipped from his hand and hit the ground, the screen still glowing.

She looked down at him for a long time.

Then she leaned over, picked up his phone, closed the game, and tucked it into her pocket.

She lifted him up in a bridal carry.

But just as she was about to leave, the space behind her suddenly vibrated violently.

The lockdown was forcibly shattered...

Ning Xian turned around.

Another version of herself stood on the other side of a rift.

Wearing his hoodie.

She stared at the scene, frozen at the sight of herself holding Fang Xuan.

Then her gaze changed.

A spatial killing move was already prepared in her hand, yet her hand was shaking...

Dao Realm... No, it was beyond the Dao Realm.

The “other” Ning Xian looked at her counterpart, sensing that aura. Only one thought remained in her mind.

No matter what happens, I must keep Junior Brother.

Her spatial killing move condensed to its limit. Twelve crimson heavy pupils split open in her eyes, and the laws of heavenly mechanism ran at full power, simulating every possible future.