"Master is the backbone; we can't do without you."

The carefree boy's eyes were filled with dependence on her.

Holding Xiao Ao in her arms, Song Tingwan smiled at her apprentice.

"To be precise, I am very curious about how you made a name for me in the six realms during the hundred years I was gone, and how you managed to earn the respect of everyone."

"So Wan'er is curious about this? Come on, get on the flying carpet and I'll tell you slowly."

They then sat back on Qin Yuanyuan's pink flying carpet, with countless ghostly wisps following behind them.

It resembled black mist hanging from a pink flying carpet.

Their flamboyant and eye-catching nature makes them a force to be reckoned with.

At first, people were too surprised to approach. After two days, the spirit network reported that it was Venerable Zhenmian and those other esteemed figures. After that, the ghostly aura would occasionally follow people who wanted to ask for pills or get to know her.

This is an eighth-grade pill that can be refined in public during a critical moment, and it's one that very few people in the cultivation world can refine.

Her actions shocked the entire Six Realms.

After careful consideration, everyone realized that there was no one in the Six Realms with such extraordinary talent.

The foremost alchemist in the Six Realms is none other than Venerable Zhenmian.

Furthermore, the merit of preventing the descent of the evil realm with the heaven-defying and powerful Dan Tribulation should surely be attributed to Venerable Zhenmian.

Song Tingwan was still drinking spirit wine and eating pastries on the flying carpet, laughing as she listened to her companions teasing each other.

Unaware that his reputation had spread to an exaggerated degree throughout the Six Realms.

Some say that the Venerable Pillow Sleeper holds a divine elixir.

Someone else quietly pulled aside an acquaintance and said that Venerable Pillow Sleep had actually become a god long ago; otherwise, how could he have been resurrected after sacrificing himself in public during the Battle of Cloud Palace?

The people who heard it actually believed it.

If the evil realm descends and can be stopped by the Great Ascension Stage Pill Tribulation, how can that not be considered divine?

What Venerable Pillow Sleep? That is the Goddess Pillow Sleep. Do not offend the first god of the Six Realms.

The more it's spread, the more exaggerated it becomes.

But Song Tingwan herself covered her face with a fan and smiled sweetly, while the others teased each other about their shortcomings, and they still hadn't finished talking after two days and two nights.

The remaining little tiger was given a spirit network by its parents, but it doesn't use the spirit network much. The big white tiger has shrunk and has been sticking to Song Tingwan's arms for the past two days, not going anywhere.

Shen Zhuochuan and Wan Qiji originally did not want to get involved, but they were dragged into it anyway.

Then they... wouldn't hold back.

The remaining ghost cultivators, including Wu Ling, did not have a spiritual network and were initially following the flying carpet at a leisurely pace. However, since they started exposing each other's shortcomings, they flew closer and closer.

I was so happy to hear that.

Wu Gan and his son sat at the back of the flying carpet, stroking their beards and laughing incessantly.

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After listening to them, it became clear that the group of people who were serving Song Tingwan tea and water and showing her concern were actually among the top figures in the Six Realms.

"They're all so young, how could they..."

Despite her father's incomprehension, Wu Ling felt proud.

“Father, do you know that after the incident at Guilin Mountain, everyone also calls me Venerable Wuling?”

"When we first met Wan'er, we were all confused and lost, but we gathered together because of her, were impressed by her and received her kindness."

"She sacrificed herself in public a hundred years ago. If she hadn't left a hint and promise that she would return, the cultivation world today... I wonder if it would still be so peaceful."

"No one could bear her disappearance, and no one wanted to go through it again. Everyone went crazy trying to become stronger. I stayed in the demon realm to protect Wan'er all those years, unaware of the details, but it was definitely not as easy as they are making it sound like now."

"Perhaps to exaggerate a bit, Wan'er is the calming agent that keeps these lunatics at bay."

"If something happens to Song Tingwan, the Six Realms will be in chaos, and the world will perish."

Wu Ling was certain of this.

Wu Gan listened from the side, marveling at what he heard.

"How could such a gentle and kind-looking girl have so much power?"

He wasn't questioning, he was just becoming increasingly curious.

This young girl's alchemy skills are indeed formidable. Every time she waves her hand to release the alchemical mist, one can see the tenderness in her eyes that cares for all things, yet also her absolute confidence in her alchemy skills.

She stood proudly independent, as if no one could die in front of her if she wanted to save someone's life.

"Good temper?" Wu Ling asked back.

After thinking about it carefully, I really couldn't recall Wan'er looking angry.

However, this point needs further investigation.

"Wu Ling, you be the judge!"

Baili Xijiang turned his head to look at him, and Wu Ling's ghostly aura flickered. "What?"

"Oh dear, back when my master disappeared, I didn't cry every day. I was diligently refining pills every day, but they insisted on saying I was lying."

The ghostly aura that Wu Ling had brought over drifted away again. "I am in the demon realm and cannot comment on this matter."

Baili Xijiang was furious and secretly complained.

I know you're in the demon realm! Couldn't you at least nod in agreement so someone would be on his side?

Shen Zhuochuan clenched his fist and smiled, deciding to save face for his little nephew.

"Yes, I didn't cry every day."

Whenever someone mentions something—like elixirs, beautiful women, or someone's poor health—this black dragon starts wailing.

He couldn't take it anymore and threw him back into the dragon clan. According to Xiao Hei's father, he transformed back into his original form and lay in the water, crying and turning over in the water. He was such a big dragon.

Of course, he held back these words and whispered them to Song Tingwan.

Song Tingwan felt sorry for her apprentice, but she couldn't help but laugh at the same time.

"So what? It just means my little apprentice cares a lot about me, his master." Song Tingwan hugged the fluffy creature in her arms and looked at her silly apprentice with tenderness.

Of course, she only thought he was dull-witted, but in the art of alchemy, her little apprentice was definitely a genius.

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