What's going on, taking turns having epiphanies?

Why didn't you take me with you?!

As the sect leader, Yan Shanjun laughed heartily as he watched the group of enlightened elders, feeling thoroughly pleased.

Good, because the more people his little apprentice achieves enlightenment, the more face these elders will have to give his little apprentice in the future.

The strength of the Sword Inquiry Sect is also growing stronger.

That's great news! That's wonderful!

Over there, a storm of spiritual energy raged; over here, Baili Xijiang glanced at the dragon scales scattered among the two weapons.

After looking up, I immediately looked up at the sky. Which dragon's scales were those? They certainly weren't his.

Song Tingwan looked at him with a half-smile, then took a few light steps and squatted down next to the two weapons.

Despite sweeping the floor with her clothes, she nonchalantly took out a clean handkerchief and carefully picked up the black, shimmering dragon scales one by one with her fingertips, brushed off the dust, and put them into the handkerchief.

The little dragon slowly walked behind her, its eyes clouded by mist, and stood silently with a drooping face.

He silently sniffed.

His master is so good, sob sob sob.

After picking them up, Song Tingwan clenched the dragon scales in her palm and reached out to try to help Aji drag his big knife.

Beneath the giant blade, Li Guang was suppressed and made a buzzing sound.

Her fair, pinkish hands gripped the massive, ancient hilt of the knife, her fingertips turning white as she silently gritted her teeth and strained—

very good.

It remained completely still.

Wan Qiji, who had been in a bad mood since coming out, laughed out of embarrassment behind her, rarely seeing Miss Song looking so awkward.

I just couldn't resist.

Wan Qiji stepped forward with a blank expression and took his knife from her hand. "I can do it myself."

Song Tingwan glanced sideways, slightly embarrassed, and let go of his hand.

She's so fragile; she shouldn't even think about touching anything that requires physical strength in the future—it's just too heavy.

The giant sword moved, and she thought it was Li Guang who was being suppressed, but it still didn't move. It vibrated vigorously with a buzzing sound, attracting the attention of the elders.

It wasn't until the giant sword was moved aside that everyone noticed a shimmering white silk ribbon wrapped around Li Guang's sword hilt.

"Is it the Moonlit Thousand-Silk Silk?!"

Ningxuan Zhenren pointed at the white silk that flowed with spiritual energy like moonlight, and exclaimed in surprise, tugging at his junior brother's sleeve.

The elders who hadn't yet grasped the meaning immediately surrounded it, and after a long examination, they confirmed that it was indeed one of the divine artifacts at the very top of the nine-story pagoda.

Legend has it that this weapon belonged to a fairy named Luoshen ten thousand years ago.

After ten thousand years, the white silk, as noble and beautiful as moonlight, was tattered and broken. Its luster remained, but it was dimly burned and almost broke in several places. Then it fell into the protection of the nine-story pagoda.

"But how did it get out! Each person can only take one treasure from each floor. Could it be that your disciple, Li Guang, forcibly brought it out for someone else?"

An elder accused Lord Yensan.

Li Guang couldn't stand it any longer. She struggled to fly to the elder and shoved the white silk that was tightly binding her in front of him.

The Moonlit Silk Silk fluttered twice in the wind, and the torn ribbons wrapped around Li Guang's body again under everyone's gaze.

Looking at Li Guang, who was jumping up and down excitedly.

Everyone: ...

Okay, okay.

Yan Shanjun followed with a shrug, giving everyone an innocent, indifferent glance.

It wasn't that he was being biased; the artifact itself wanted to appear.

I just hitched a ride with Li Guang.

Song Tingwan looked at the piece of white silk and found it inexplicably funny.

Unable to break free, Li Guang must be feeling incredibly stifled.

However, the fact that my sister has acquired another weapon is something to be happy about.

Everyone watched quietly from a distance, waiting for Song Siyao to break through.

The light around them seemed to be protesting, constantly stirring.

This made Song Tingwan glance at it several times.

She always felt that Li Guang was deliberately distancing himself from her.

why is that.

It had just given A Yao directions inside the tower and helped her obtain the Heaven-Mending Bamboo.

Everything was fine back then.

Is he blaming her for not removing the large knife that was pressing it down immediately?

Song Tingwan frowned silently, recalling whether anyone on the Spirit Network had recently been selling top-grade sword oil.

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It took Song Siyao a long time to achieve this breakthrough.

She was at the very center of the spiritual energy storm, still clutching the Heaven-Mending Bamboo tightly in her hand.

The pride of reaching the summit and the peace of mind upon obtaining the Heaven-Mending Bamboo both contributed to this breakthrough.

An endless urge to become stronger surged within me, and I rode the wind upwards.

Until the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

She was just one step away from becoming a Nascent Soul cultivator when the spiritual energy flowing into her body suddenly stopped and stagnated.

It vanished into the world in an instant.

"Damn it, I was so close!"

Some elders couldn't help but get impatient.

Yan Shanjun narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, shook off the crowd and walked to his little disciple, "Ayao did a great job. Since the founding of the Sword Inquiry Sect, you are the second person to reach the top of the tower."

"I am so proud of my teacher."

He praised her with a smile, and Song Siyao gripped the Heaven-Mending Bamboo tightly. She immediately saw her older sister standing in the distance, smiling at her.

She nodded to her master, "It's good that I haven't disgraced you."

With concise and to-the-point words, Yan Shanjun knew that her heart had already flown to her sister, and helplessly waved her away.

After coming out, everyone's movement skills improved to varying degrees, especially Song Siyao's.

Like a gust of wind, she arrived in front of her elder sister in an instant.

The little blood man returned to his clean state, except that his high ponytail was a bit messy, and his cultivation level had also increased significantly.

The two sisters looked at each other without saying a word, while Song Tingwan simply smiled at them.

Song Siyao, whose face was tense, suddenly curled her lips, took her older sister's hand, and solemnly placed a small, fluorescent white piece of bamboo in her palm.

He closed the hand that was covering her.

"Sister, here's the bamboo you wanted for patching the sky."

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