Shen Zuichuan laughed dumbly.

He waved his hand lightly, and the umbrella that had caused her to stop breathing was put back into the gilded box.

Song Tingwan took a deep breath and smiled at him, "Is there anything else you need, Young Master Shen?"

I can't refuse even a little bit.

A beautiful and practical magical artifact, I must obtain it.

Shen Zhuochuan lowered his eyes with amusement and handed him the gilded box directly. "Gilded Purple Lotus, that's the name of this magic artifact."

"Apart from that, regardless of the outcome, the dragon race owes you a debt of gratitude."

The man's voice deepened slightly as he spoke the last sentence, exuding an aura of arrogance unique to the dragon race.

But they deliberately bypassed Song Tingwan.

This is the promise of the Dragon Clan, and Heaven and Earth bear witness to it.

The weight of the item pleased Song Tingwan, who nodded in satisfaction.

The unexpected promise could completely cover the dangers behind her.

"From now on, the name of the Pill Saint will surely be associated with the Dragon Clan in the cultivation world."

Song Tingwan's eyes were clear and bright, her voice gentle yet weighty.

This was also a promise she made.

Even if Baili Xijiang were an extremely stupid pig, she would still keep her word.

"..."

"Huh? What? You've become a Pill Saint?"

Bai Lixi was completely bewildered. The two had already solemnly discussed the matter of him becoming an apprentice, but he was still unaware of their intentions.

"This idiot, can he really refine a seventh-grade pill?" Shen Zhuochuan turned around, fanning himself and clicking his tongue in disdain.

Song Tingwan touched the precious gilded box, raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Why don't you think about how you'll thank me when the first Pill Saint in the history of the Dragon Clan succeeds?"

Shen Zhuochuan raised his chin, gesturing for her to look at that silly boy.

"Your disciple will thank you; what do I have to do with this?"

Song Tingwan raised her eyes and chuckled, "Shouldn't your uncle give you something then?"

"So in the end, they were just trying to screw me over."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Baili Xijiang squatted down beside them, clutching his head, his mind a jumble of thoughts.

What?! My friend is going to become my master! And my master even promised to teach me how to refine seventh-grade pills!! How powerful must my master be?!

Having vaguely realized that he had found an extraordinary master, Baili Xijiang screamed and stood up.

He bowed 180 degrees to Song Tingwan.

"Disciple greets Master!"

Shen Zhuochuan slapped him in disgust.

"Be more composed. Your ambition is to become a peculiar dragon among alchemists."

Song Tingwan smiled from the side, her tone much gentler than the man's blunt manner: "Keep a low profile, and remember not to let others know."

Baili Xijiang nodded repeatedly, his gaze burning with intense passion.

"But Wan'er, oh no, Master, you're already so powerful, why did you join the outer sect? I never would have guessed—"

Song Tingwan narrowed her eyes. "That's right, you can't guess it."

Firstly, she was not entirely at ease with the fact that the Sword Inquiry Sect was the most suitable for Song Siyao.

Secondly, because the forbidden area of ​​the Sword Inquiry Sect contains what she needs.

The time is not yet right, so we came early to get a feel for the terrain.

Seeing that the silly child was still staring blankly and about to ask more questions, Shen Zhuochuan closed his fan and sighed, "Ask less and learn more."

"I'm entrusting the person to you. I have other matters to attend to at the Cloud Palace Peak. Let's catch up another time."

Song Tingwan nodded. "See you next time."

As the man transformed into a dragon, he couldn't help but jokingly say, "Cultivate well, little Foundation Establishment cultivator."

He knew her physical condition; he did it on purpose.

The white dragon's shadow vanished instantly. Behind several stone doors on the back mountain of the Sword Inquiry Sect, several divine senses breathed a sigh of relief and continued their deep seclusion.

Song Tingwan looked at the spot where he had disappeared, then led her newly accepted apprentice back to the outer sect.

"Master, you can really refine seventh-grade pills? Do you have eighth-grade pills? May I take a look at them, Master?"

Baili Xijiang followed behind her, asking her questions incessantly.

"Shut up, do you want the entire Sword Inquiry Sect to know?"

Song Tingwan sighed helplessly; good magical artifacts and the promises of the Dragon Clan were indeed not so easy to obtain.

This little dragon, who aspires to be a pill refiner, is too noisy.

.

After losing several lost elixir formulas, Baili Xijiang was finally sent back.

Song Tingwan was still thinking about Yan Shanjun's matter, so she returned to her room at a leisurely pace.

A storage ring sits on the table.

Ghost energy condensed into human form.

"Master, mission accomplished."

Song Tingwan nodded, reached out and picked up the storage ring, then probed it with her divine sense.

She neatly arranged the Star Abyss Condensed Stone and eight rare immortal herbs together, and after checking them one by one, she suddenly took out a constantly flashing communication talisman.

She heard a voice transmission while she was talking to Shen Zhuochuan, but she didn't have time to check it. Judging from the time, it should be Yan Shanjun asking if she had received the item.

Spiritual energy gathered at his fingertips, and the communication talisman flashed, transmitting Yan Shanjun's words in an exceptionally complex tone.

—Did the Fairy of East and West receive it?

—I would like to make a bold request: could you please let me know in advance if your ghost cultivator attendant comes next time?

His tone was complex and somewhat melancholic.

Song Tingwan asked, puzzled, "What's wrong? What happened when you went to get your things?"

The ghostly figure floated by, as if reminiscing.

"...No."

She raised an eyebrow and asked him to describe in detail the process of retrieving the item.

Then…

Song Tingwan chuckled and collapsed onto the soft couch, overjoyed.

"Zero, next time we see someone taking a bath, we can just stop at the door, we don't need to go right up to them."

Imagine that when Lord Yan was taking a bath, a dark, humanoid ghost appeared before him in the blink of an eye, and he was completely naked.

Wow, that scene was amazing!

Zero had forgotten many things, and upon hearing this, he seemed to be deep in thought, flashing a ghostly shadow. "Okay."

"Go back to the foot of the mountain and cultivate. I'll call you if I need anything."

Once she was alone in the room, Song Tingwan turned her hand over and held the Star Abyss Stone in her palm, examining it closely.

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