Song Tingwan closed her eyes and immersed her consciousness in sensing the mark.

How can I try it?

Her consciousness frantically raced within the imprint.

Then…

By accident.

It darted out.

?

Song Tingwan's consciousness froze for a moment.

Did the divine sense, carrying the mark, dart out?

She tentatively avoided everything, allowing her divine sense and imprint to hover above her busy sister's head.

Then I felt a little lost.

Song Siyao suddenly looked up.

There was nothing above my head.

She dodged the swords her fellow disciples were wielding a couple more times, puzzled, and looked up again.

He then narrowed his eyes, effortlessly dodging the hidden weapon, and looked in the direction of his elder sister.

Sure enough, the elder sister closed her eyes, and Shen Zhuochuan was watching over her.

Song Siyao decisively broke free, saying, "Aji, Wuling, take my place."

The two ghosts solemnly agreed, and after Song Siyao reached them from above, she flashed to her sister's side.

Shen Zhuochuan frowned as he looked at her, wondering what she intended to do.

Song Tingwan controlled the mark and stumbled unsteadily back to her side.

Song Siyao pursed her lips, unsure how to explain.

She just felt that her older sister was by her side.

She looked in the direction where the mark was but empty; it was clearly empty, yet its presence was incredibly strong.

"...Please also protect me."

Song Siyao spoke somewhat awkwardly with Shen Zhuochuan.

Calling her Shen Zhuochuan is too strange, calling her Yun Chuan Zun Shang is too unfamiliar, and calling her brother-in-law is something she doesn't want to do.

So I simply stopped using that term.

Shen Zhuochuan raised an eyebrow and nodded.

If the timing hadn't been so bad, it would have been quite funny.

Song Siyao sat down and entered a meditative state.

His rarely used divine sense slowly left his body.

Then, she saw the magnolia flower mark, and the moment she appeared, her elder sister's warm divine sense touched her.

Song Siyao's face tightened as she replied to her.

Although she didn't say much with her divine sense, she miraculously understood her meaning in just those two moments.

Let her try to transfer the merit to the magnolia flower mark.

Song Siyao tilted her head, her consciousness still somewhat dazed.

Song Tingwan gently nuzzled her and swayed.

How do we spread merit?

Where is the merit?

Song Tingwan replied, "I don't know either."

Just give it a try?

Song Siyao's consciousness paused for a moment, then circled around her body.

It lasted for almost half an hour.

Shen Zhuochuan and the other two looked over with concern from time to time, wondering why the two women had suddenly started meditating.

But I didn't bother them and focused on taking care of my own affairs.

The villagers, who didn't know how to use spiritual energy, fought haphazardly for a long time, and at some point stopped fighting with Wan Qiji and Wu Ling.

Both were panting heavily.

Wu Ling was somewhat displeased.

He could tell that the ghostly villagers in front of him were ordinary ghosts, and some of them had not even cultivated any skills.

He, a ghost cultivator in the Tribulation Transcending stage, was no match for them; the white mist always seemed to be stopping him.

He's really useless; he's let down Wan'er who gave him the Breakthrough Pill to help him break through.

As the ghostly aura dissipated, Wan Qiji glanced sideways, then floated over and patted his shoulder.

"Wan'er and A Yao couldn't do anything, so don't blame yourself."

In his heart, Wan'er was very smart, and A Yao was very strong.

If the two of them couldn't solve it, how could ordinary people like them?

…ordinary ghost.

Both of them, who were at the Tribulation Transcending stage, sighed, feeling somewhat defeated.

Despite the setback, they still had to protect the two sisters from the villagers.

They stood there defensively, ready to act immediately if anything seemed amiss.

The wait had been too long, and Wu Ling had already begun instructing Wan Qiji on how to use the power of ghosts.

Although I don't cultivate the path of ghosts, there are some techniques that can make my cultivation and the power of ghosts more effective.

While there was friendly communication on one side, the villagers on the other side looked distressed.

"How can they be so powerful? Isn't the white mist bestowed by the Mountain God supposed to be omnipotent? Why can't they just kill them directly?"

"Yeah, let's just kill them. At worst, we'll just lose these bodies. New people will always come in."

The village chief looked at the speaker with a dark expression. They simply did not understand that there was only one chance to worship the mountain god.

If he hadn't managed to retrieve those bodies, he would have vanished.

Therefore, he had to risk his life to reclaim those powerful bodies.

.

The two sisters are here.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Siyao's consciousness began to jump around in a frenzy.

Song Tingwan gently comforted her younger sister.

Finally, just as Song Siyao's consciousness was about to give up, the Jade of Heirloom was swept by her consciousness as it passed through her dantian, and suddenly it shone with golden light.

Fengye's voice rang out in surprise.

"Hey, why are you both in a state of divine consciousness?"

Ever since he entered Guilin Mountain, the old man has been unable to respond to the little girl's calls.

But she always had excellent luck, so he didn't think much of it and continued to relax comfortably in the recliner.

The sudden tremor inside the legendary jade startled Feng Ye, who jumped up from his recliner.

They were terrified that something might happen to the little girl.

Song Tingwan was startled when she heard the unfamiliar voice, then saw her sister's spirit leap with joy, and suddenly realized what was happening.

This must be the old man with the jade pendant.

"Greetings, senior. I am finally able to speak with you."

Their current state is quite mysterious; if one were not related by blood as sisters, it would be impossible to enter their vicinity.

Strangely enough, although neither of them could communicate, they could hear what Fengye was saying.

Song Tingwan tentatively greeted him and was surprised to hear her own voice.

Fengye was taken aback. "Oh, little girl, thank you for what happened before."

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