Song Chaoxuan also recalled the past and said with emotion: "I met Fuyin when we were traveling. He was a music cultivator, just as you described. He was a gentleman with a clear and bright voice, as bright as the moon. I have never seen him again for hundreds of years, but we have always kept in touch."

"His Daoist partner is Elder Rongxian, the younger sister of the Tianji Sect Master."

"The couple was in perfect harmony, but the wife took a blow from a mortal enemy for her brother, and her cultivation gradually declined. Now she is just a skeleton, and her flesh and blood are about to dissipate along with her spiritual power."

Wait, why does this sound so familiar?

Song Tingwan suddenly looked up, "Does Father's friend have a son and a niece who is a weapon cultivator?"

How similar it is to Qin Xi's description.

Based on Qin Xi's usual conduct, it is possible that he is the young master of the Tianji Sect.

Song Chaoxuan was taken aback, and carefully recalled what his friend had mentioned before, "He does have a son and a niece, but I don't know if his niece is a Qi cultivator."

A vague sense of familiarity told her that it was almost certainly true.

Song Tingwan suddenly smiled and started talking to her father about her new friends.

...

"Oh? In that case, the uncle your friend mentioned does resemble Fuyin quite a bit."

Song Chaoxuan spoke with delight.

He had been hesitant to ask his eldest daughter, but the fact that his daughter and Fuyin's niece got along well put him at ease.

"If that's the case, I'll have Zero deliver the medicine."

After a moment's thought, Song Tingwan realized that the Seven-Grade Rejuvenating Pill could cure Uncle Fuyin's wife.

Song Chaoxuan frowned slightly. "Does Awan want to send it under the guise of a pillow?"

Ghost cultivators delivering pills has always been a standard practice for Zhenmian Travel transactions.

Why would someone deliver medicine to someone without any reason?

Moreover, since Zhenmian first appeared, he has only come into contact with some of the strongest people in the world, while Fuyin and his wife are not even worthy of the title.

Zhenmian's true identity cannot be revealed for the time being. It's best not to involve the Yunyin Clan and Siyao before she has fully developed her power.

To avoid causing more trouble.

"With zero skills, it wouldn't be difficult to deliver the pills in place of my father and leave without a trace."

Ghost cultivators with the cultivation level of Mahayana stage are extremely rare in the world. They are hidden invisibly, so infiltrating them is not a big problem.

I've heard that the Heavenly Mystery Sect mainly focuses on weapon cultivation and possesses countless intelligence reports; there are Heavenly Mystery Sect spies everywhere in the world.

Known for its intricate mechanisms, the Heavenly Mystery Sect is a place where every step reveals a trap and every three steps a large formation.

Song Chaoxuan smiled slightly and said that she had underestimated the four major sects.

"The reason why the four major sects have remained in power for thousands of years is not only because of the abilities of their own disciples, but also because each sect has a Tribulation Transcending Ancestor who is in charge."

"Our words at this moment may be overheard by that powerful figure from the Sword Inquiry Sect."

Song Chaoxuan smiled lightly, his words sending a chill down one's spine.

Song Tingwan was startled.

The restless heart, along with the arrogance of indifference, silently gathered together.

Ever since she learned that the world was a book, she felt that she had mastered countless paths, avoided danger and misfortune, and looked down on the people, events and even everything in the book.

Strong and powerful? They're just two-dimensional characters.

But she forgot that in the world of cultivation, strength is paramount. She also possessed alchemy skills, which made her unable to cause any trouble in front of those at the Tribulation Transcending stage.

If she remains stuck at the Foundation Establishment stage, she will forever be like an ant, easily crushed by someone.

"A-Wan, A-Wan?"

Song Chaoxuan called out worriedly, looking at her gloomy face, and regretted that he seemed to have frightened his daughter.

Song Tingwan suddenly came to her senses and gave her father a reassuring smile.

"If the Ancestor really heard this, then the Ancestor must stand up for me. I just refined the Star Abyss Pill for the Sect Master."

Behind the Sword Inquiry Sect lies a secluded, forbidden area for closed-door cultivation.

The spiritual energy in a certain golden cave paused slightly, and then the faint trace of divine consciousness continued to wander in the Sword Inquiry Sect.

.

"If that's the case, Father cannot leave Yunyin, and the seventh-grade pill cannot be passed through someone else's hands. Otherwise, shall I make the trip?"

She could use the excuse that her father was worried about his daughter leaving home to give her the only seventh-grade pill.

Song Chaoxuan thought it was acceptable, but said, "But the Sword Sect does not allow long leave."

Song Tingwan shook her head and smiled, "The annual exams are not over yet, there is still a month left. It's best to return to the sect before the exams are over."

"Then I'll trouble you, Awan. I'll go and ask Fuyin to get you some rare spiritual plants."

"That's excellent."

The father and daughter looked at each other and smiled. The Heavenly Mystery Sect was extremely wealthy, and it was also wonderful that they could create some mechanisms and spiritual energy.

.

After discussing it with her father, Song Tingwan and her friends greeted the elders and traveled down the mountain in lotus boats.

To keep a low profile, they planned to travel to the Tianji Sect using ordinary large magical artifacts.

Five low-grade spirit stones were used to board the spaceship, which would stop at each city it reached.

Song Tingwan always travels using flying magical artifacts and rarely takes the crowded spirit ships.

When we encountered it, there were so many people that it took half an hour to get on the boat.

"You...you are Miss Song?"

On the spirit ship, Song Tingwan had just boarded the ship. She was dressed in a green dress with a cross-collar, her hair was styled into a butterfly bun, and she walked with lotus-like steps. She was delicate and eye-catching.

Many people looked over.

Among them, the nimble woman a few steps ahead of her seemed to pause for a moment, then walked towards her in surprise.

The woman was dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, holding an ordinary longsword in her hand. Her long hair was tied up high, and her cultivation level was low, but her eyes shone brightly.

It's beautiful.

She was the kind of vibrant and resilient woman that Song Tingwan liked.

“It’s you.”

"How are you doing? Where are you headed?"

The woman I helped during my travels three years ago.

She married the wrong person and was beaten by her husband, falling heavily onto the street.

It was a very small village, and people passed by indifferently. Even when she kowtowed and begged them to save her, her face covered in blood, no one paid any attention.

This chapter is not finished, please click the next page to continue reading!