Shen Tu Changqing carefully examined the token. It was indeed from the Sword Inquiry Sect, but it belonged to an outer disciple.

He looked at Song Tingwan again in disbelief.

Her temperament and appearance surpassed those of noble ladies and fairies. Her exquisite butterfly bun was unlike anything I had ever seen before, adorned with glass butterfly hairpins on both sides, and her earrings, bracelets, and necklaces were all extraordinary.

How could he be an outer disciple?

Shen Tu Changqing couldn't hide his surprise, but after regaining his senses, he enthusiastically got up from the ground.

"Is the fairy really going to donate pills? Come, come, I... I'll take you there."

Their casualty rate was too high, and they simply didn't have enough pills. As long as they could get more pills, Shen Tu Changqing would do his duty without hesitation.

Song Tingwan chuckled and followed him, pushing the Rejuvenating Pill towards him again.

“Your injury doesn’t look serious, but if left untreated, it will damage the root of the problem. This is for you, not part of the donation.”

Look at this person, always letting others take over the pill cultivation, and after others have healed their injuries, the pill cultivator is called away by someone else.

He doesn't compete or fight for anything.

Shen Tu Changqing remained silent for a long time, as if he had guessed what she meant.

The tall man forced a friendly smile and explained, "Then I only need one. I'm a body cultivator, I can take a beating more than them. They'll die if they're not watching."

Song Tingwan nodded, but turned her head away, unable to bear looking directly at him.

If you don't want to laugh, then don't laugh; it looks grotesque.

"To be honest, I admire Brother Shentu's act of saving people; even body cultivators feel pain."

"I will stay here for about half a month. Brother Shentu, please come and find me if you need anything."

Shen Tu Changqing paused slightly.

He finally accepted the Rejuvenation Pill she offered.

These people who live in Beihe have been going out with their fathers to kill monsters since they were young.

After body tempering, they are mostly the ones who carry the load at the front or cover the rear.

It's been a long time since I've heard anyone say that physical cultivators also experience pain.

The burly man, two heads taller than her, patted his chest with emotion, "Little sister, you're such a good person. I'll protect you in Beihe from now on."

His large hand slammed into her chest with a resounding thud, and Song Tingwan silently took a step back.

"Then I'll trouble Brother Shentu to take good care of me for the next two weeks."

Shen Tu Changqing laughed heartily twice, carefully holding the medicine bottle she had given him. He was about to pour out a tiny Rejuvenation Pill, which was extremely small for him, when he came to his senses and looked at her in shock.

"Young lady, how do you know my last name?"

Could it be that you know him, Beihe Shentu?

Song Tingwan shook her head, suppressing a laugh. "I just heard the cultivator that Brother Shentu saved thank you, so I know Brother Shentu's surname."

She hadn't introduced herself to this cheerful body cultivator yet, and she stopped with a smile.

"Song Tingwan, an outer disciple of the Sword Inquiry Sect."

"Haha, this girl's name is really cultured. My name is Shentu Changqing, you can call me whatever you want."

The two exchanged names, and she thought Shen Tu Changqing wouldn't call her "little sister" anymore, but to her surprise, he still hadn't changed.

For some reason, being with someone like Shentu Changqing makes me feel happy.

Let him be.

“Your disciples from the Sword Inquiry Sect just left the city a couple of days ago, and they won’t be back for at least a day or two, barring any unforeseen circumstances.”

People from the four major sects always attract attention when they leave the city, but Shen Tu Changqing only glanced at them that day and didn't take it to heart.

Song Tingwan nodded. Just then, she passed by several alchemists dressed in the robes of the Wenjian Sect. She paused slightly, guessing that this was where the four major sects were settling their wounded.

But unlike the place where Shen Tu Changqing had just been, this place was well-arranged, with an endless array of hospital beds neatly arranged.

Those who were helped here were either wounded from the four major sects or from other small sects. As far as the eye could see, there were only a few scattered rogue cultivators like Shen Tu Changqing.

She frowned and asked Shentu Changqing for the reason.

The tall, muscular cultivator gave her a strange look. His unshaven face shifted in expression, as if he was holding back anger but didn't know how to bring it up.

Sect disciples have always looked down on independent cultivators.

The independent cultivators also held prejudices against the disciples of the sects, feeling that they were arrogant and condescending, without exception.

That's why Shen Tu Changqing was so rude to Song Tingwan when he saw her outfit, telling her not to get in the way.

"...People from your sect don't like to heal rogue cultivators, but there aren't many rogue cultivators who are skilled in alchemy or medicine. When we're too busy to handle everything, we come here to beg for pills and endure the cold shoulder."

Old Gao, a burly man, lowered his head slightly as he spoke, looking extremely aggrieved.

Seeing the delicate young woman he had just met furrow her brows, Shen Tu Changqing quickly added, "You're not like them, that's why I told you that Immortal Lord Zewu isn't even in the city."

The woman before him was more beautiful than any female cultivator he had ever seen in his life. Shen Tu Changqing lacked the cultural knowledge to describe her in detail and didn't know how.

But upon seeing her, even a ruthless man as uncouth as him couldn't help but lower his voice.

It wasn't pity, but rather the gentle warmth of her eyes, like those in a lotus pond, that instantly calmed and soothed me.

They didn't look down on him, even though he was such a rough and unkempt man.

Shentu Changqing felt that she was quite different from the other sect disciples he had ever met.

Song Tingwan was taken aback, then covered her mouth and chuckled. The fox fur around her cloak brushed against her porcelain-white face, making her even more stunning.

"I do not wish to travel with the sect to Beihe this time. After I have donated the pills, I would like to trouble Brother Shentu to introduce me to a rogue cultivator."

The power of independent cultivators is weak, and few can afford to support the Dao, which requires huge costs, such as alchemy cultivation.

While the major sects will be provided with pills, it's likely that the independent cultivators will be paying for them out of their own pockets.

However, since cultivators cannot afford pills, injured rogue cultivators can only endure the pain until the sect disciples receive their turn.

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