Speaking of this correspondence book, Tong Su looked weary.

Don't let its strange name fool you, it's actually... just a little smart device from the cultivation world!

It's not even a smartphone.

Tong Su always felt that the ways of communication in the cultivation world were too limited. When studying weapon crafting, she preferred functional magical artifacts to offensive weapons. After all, with her modern mindset, she could come up with many strange and wonderful ideas.

Wen Qingyuan opened the array plate and listened to Shan Zongguang's sharp and malicious provocations coming from inside. Wen Qingyuan's face grew increasingly ugly, while Tong Su didn't seem to care.

"What exactly is the trouble between you and that person? I've used my Heavenly Eye to see everything, and I know exactly what happened. Isn't he deliberately trying to provoke conflict between you and the Ziwei Heavenly Palace?"

The so-called "Heavenly Eye" is another contraption created by Tong Su and Wen Qing Yuan Zu. If we explain it using modern thinking...

A surveillance camera with recording function hanging by the roadside!

Since the advent of the Heavenly Eye, the crime-solving rate in the Loose Cultivator City has soared. Most of the loose cultivators who have done bad things are still confused when law enforcement officers come to their door, and they can't understand why they are being investigated.

The weapon refiners in the workshop smiled slightly and left, concealing their merits and fame.

When Ancestor Wen asked, Tong Su briefly recounted her grievances with the Ziwei Heavenly Palace. Apart from the matter of Tian Xuanzi's fall into demonic possession, which she could not discuss, she recounted the rest of the events exactly as they were.

Wen Qingyuan felt both heartache and resentment: "Digging out spiritual roots, how could this female cultivator be so ruthless! However, ordinary cultivators cannot devour other people's spiritual roots for their own use. What kind of background does she have that she can devour your spiritual root?"

Tong Su shook her head: "I don't know, she just said something about replacing me... but it seemed," her eyes showed apprehension, "that for a moment, she gave me the feeling that she wasn't a human cultivator, but rather—"

She whispered, "—Demon."

Wen Qingyuan's expression changed drastically. He immediately thought of the increasingly unstable gate between the demon realms. In addition to the gates, there are often unstable gaps between the two realms, which some weak low-level beings can barely enter and exit.

The records of the Loose Cultivator City seem to mention that there is a demonic flower in the demon realm that can condense the bodies of other races, and steal their talents and power by devouring their lives, turning them into its own...

She immediately said, "Don't worry about this. I'll discuss it with Elder Xuan Yan. You're my student, so I'll protect you! The Ziwei Heavenly Palace doesn't care, but our Loose Cultivator City really likes you!"

Tong Su couldn't help but laugh.

Wen Qingyuan asked again, "By the way, you used to have a wood spirit root, but it was taken away. Why have you now become a fire spirit root?"

“He’s my senior brother.” She pursed her lips, her gaze darkening. “He gave me his own spiritual root.”

Wen Qingyuan was stunned. After a long while, he sighed with a wry smile, "You must be a Mahayana cultivator, right? Only a Mahayana cultivator can remain unaffected by losing their spiritual root. After all, this constant, bone-chilling pain is something even a Mahayana cultivator wouldn't be willing to do..."

"What kind of excruciating pain?"

"You didn't know? He didn't tell you?" Wen Qingyuan raised an eyebrow in surprise, then sighed after a moment. "He's really deeply in love! Xiaobai, don't let him down. Your senior brother has had a hard life!"

Tongsu bit her lip, a sense of dread rising within her: "What do you mean?"

"How can a spirit root remain intact after being separated from the body? That bone-shattering pain will linger like a maggot, tormenting you day and night. He must be telling you he's fine. Of course, if you can endure the constant pain, then of course you're fine!"