Chapter 132 Qi Chengfeng's Death - First Place in the Alchemy Cultivation Group
Ripples spread across the vast plains.
Qi Chengfeng had just stepped through the passage into the competition area when a whooshing sound came from behind.
Under its new master's control, the Flying Smoke Demon Blade hurtled straight toward Qi Chengfeng's head.
With a clang, the Flying Smoke Demon Blade was blocked by a sword.
Song Yin held the Starfall Poison Ruler in her left hand and twirled the Illusionary Heart Demon Pill with the fingertips of her right hand. She raised an eyebrow when she saw the sword in Qi Chengfeng's hand: "You use a sword too?"
Qi Chengfeng: "Most cultivators know some swordsmanship. Although my swordsmanship is not as good as that of a sword cultivator, it is more than enough to deal with you."
It's no wonder Qi Chengfeng was so confident, because his cultivation level was indeed two minor realms higher than Song Yin's, not to mention he also had magical artifacts and vital energy.
As the vital energy flowed into Song Yin's body, her body felt like a tattered bamboo basket, her spiritual energy gradually dissipating. Qi Chengfeng would also restrain his strength to fight Song Yin, putting her in a situation where she couldn't win or lose, forcing her to expend a large amount of spiritual energy to fight.
Later, Song Yin will discover that her body has problems, and even if she absorbs the spiritual energy in the surrounding environment in time, it will be in vain.
Qi Chengfeng looked at Song Yin with pity, as if he were looking at someone who was destined to die. He turned the ring on his index finger, and a stream of white energy flew directly into Song Yin's body.
Seeing the vital energy disappear before Song Yin's body, Qi Chengfeng smirked, cracked his neck, and arrogantly said, "I can give you a few moves. Come on."
Song Yin: ...
It was so obvious that a white gas was trying to enter my body. Do you think I'm blind?
Before the vital energy could even touch Song Yin's body, it was completely enveloped and trapped by Song Yin's spiritual energy. At the same time, Song Yin said in an extremely faint voice, "Qi Chengfeng can't see it."
As expected, the vital energy disappeared from Qi Chengfeng's eyes. He assumed that the vital energy had entered Song Yin's body and that his ambush had succeeded.
Song Yin used the Starfall Poison Ruler as a sword, and with the force of her other fingertip, she crushed the Five-Turn Illusion Heart Demon Pill, sending all the powder of the pill to the other side with her spiritual energy.
In Qi Chengfeng's eyes, Song Yin was attacking him head-on with the Starfall Poison Ruler.
Qi Chengfeng blocked the attack with his sword, saying, "It's too slow."
"Again! Take this!" Song Yin performed with all her might, even silently chanting in her heart, "Heart demon, heart demon, hurry up and show yourself!"
Qi Chengfeng was right about one thing: his swordsmanship was indeed inferior to that of a sword cultivator.
In her eyes, Qi Chengfeng's swordsmanship was weak in the basics, he was not familiar with swordsmanship, and there were many loopholes. Some of the moves that should have been powerful lacked strength, not to mention the speed of his sword strikes, which was as slow as an old ox plowing a field at the village entrance.
Song Yin had been cooperating with Qi Chengfeng's attacks; she wanted to see what other tricks Qi Chengfeng had up his sleeve.
To others, it looked like the two were evenly matched.
"Wow! The two of them are evenly matched. I didn't expect Song Yin to be so good."
"To be honest, Qi Chengfeng's swordsmanship is average. Song Yin is clearly a cultivator with a solid foundation in swordsmanship. No wonder Qi Chengfeng, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, can't beat Song Yin."
"Who says Qi Chengfeng can't beat Song Yin? Just watch, Qi Chengfeng will definitely win in the end!" A Qingxuan Sect disciple was unconvinced and firmly supported Qi Chengfeng, who was from his sect.
"I'm a sword cultivator. I came to watch because I heard this was the final. Brother, it's one thing to fool us, but don't fool yourself too. It's a fact that Qi Chengfeng's swordsmanship moves are unreliable. I don't know how he won in previous competitions, but his swordsmanship is indeed mediocre. He would be better off learning more magic."
"Yes, sword practitioners put in a lot of hard work, practicing swordsmanship every day without interruption. Neither wind, rain nor sun can stop them from practicing. He is a pill refiner, so he must spend more time refining pills. It's normal that his swordsmanship is average. I don't mean to mock or belittle him."
The audience was buzzing with chatter; many people had come to watch the Danxiu group finals today, so naturally, there were many new voices.
As the fight progressed, Qi Chengfeng frowned. Why was Song Yin behaving normally, showing no signs of her spiritual energy dissipating? Moreover, his swordsmanship seemed to have no effect on her; he couldn't hit her at all.
"Twelve Crimson Fire Beads!" Qi Chengfeng decisively abandoned his sword, casually tossing it into the ground. The twelve crimson beads on his wrist dispersed and grew larger, chasing after Song Yin.
Each bead is covered with a flame of a different color. Some beads were knocked into the lake by Song Yin, but the flames continued to burn.
Song Yin: "Finally, I have some of the strength that a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator should have."
When Qi Chengfeng heard these words, he thought Song Yin was provoking him.
Qi Chengfeng used the twelve Crimson Fire Pearls to force Song Yin into the lake, then unleashed the "Ice Freezing Technique!"
Ice formed under Song Yin's feet, and then the ice spread to her entire body, freezing her completely.
Qi Chengfeng put away the twelve Crimson Fire Pearls, which floated above his palm, displaying various beautiful flames.
"Bravo!" The audience cheered.
"What's so good about it!" The sword cultivators started nitpicking. "They just leave their swords aside during battle and don't care about them at all. It makes me furious."
"Qi Chengfeng is not a sword cultivator, so don't judge him by the standards of a sword cultivator. Besides, is it really necessary to make such a fuss over a sword?"
Many sword cultivators looked at the same person and said in unison, "Of course!"
Qi Chengfeng's eyes reddened as he walked step by step toward Song Yin, who was trapped in ice. "I want you to pay for my junior sister's life."
Cao Yannian tapped his fingers on the armrest of the chair. "Qi Zibo, it's normal for people to die in a battle of magic. I didn't hold it against your disciple for killing my little disciple, so don't hold it against Qi Chengfeng today either."
Qi Zibo: "Hahaha, of course I won't hold a grudge against Qi Chengfeng."
Cao Yannian: "I will remember it."
In the water mirror, as Qi Chengfeng approached Song Yin and flew to the lake surface, water vapor began to appear around Song Yin.
Immediately afterwards, towering flames erupted, the purple flames seemingly burning everything to ashes.
The moisture gradually spread across most of the lake, obscuring the figures of people within.
"What's going on? I can't see anything."
"Damn it, I really want to know how Song Yin died."
In the misty air unknown to anyone, Song Yin released the Purple Sun Spiritual Fire, which devoured the flames of all twelve Crimson Fire Pearls.
Upon encountering the water vapor, Qi Chengfeng immediately activated his divine sense.
Suddenly, he stopped.
Because what appeared before them was a scene that did not belong to the battle of magic.
The whip lashed the thinly dressed boy, a scene from before he joined the Qingxuan Sect and was still a slave.
In his illusion, Qi Chengfeng had no will to resist and dared not resist when being beaten, passively accepting his fate.
Qi Chengfeng quickly realized that it was all an illusion, and muttered to himself, "How come the suppressed inner demons are starting to stir?"
puff--
Qi Chengfeng felt a sharp pain in his body. Looking down, he saw the familiar spirit sword piercing through his chest. "This is...my...sword...how could this be..."
"How could your sword pierce through your body?" Song Yin's voice rang in my ears.
Song Yin cast a spell to dispel the moisture around her body. The twelve Crimson Fire Pearls, their flames extinguished by the Purple Sun Spiritual Fire, wilted and fell one by one into the lake.
Song Yin joked, "Of course it's because you abandoned your sword that it's angry and wants revenge. Just kidding, I was the one controlling it to attack you. It's your fault for dropping your sword and not putting it away."
Qi Chengfeng used his spiritual energy to force out the sword, and at the same time swallowed a pill. The next second, he dared not move.
With the Qingyang Sword pressed against Qi Chengfeng's neck, Song Yin swiftly struck Qi Chengfeng's face with the Starfall Poison Ruler.
The poison took effect instantly, and Qi Chengfeng exclaimed, "You!"
Now he not only had to treat his injuries, but also take an antidote, but he hadn't prepared any antidotes in the previous steps. Qi Chengfeng disregarded the rules and directly took out the pills he usually kept in his spatial storage and swallowed them.
Qi Chengfeng transmitted his voice while flying backward: "I also want to thank you for creating the water vapor, which prevented them from seeing me taking other pills—" He stopped halfway through his sentence.
Qi Chengfeng closed his eyes and gritted his teeth to hold on, relying entirely on his divine sense to observe, because the illusion created by his inner demons had reappeared.
Damn it, why did his inner demons have to erupt at this time, seriously affecting his combat ability?
His spiritual energy began to flow uncontrollably in reverse, causing him to experience even more severe pain. He was in a dangerous situation, and if Song Yin noticed, he wouldn't even have a chance to resist.
It's all because of this damned inner demon! Every time the inner demon erupts, past scenes reappear. When someone hits him during these times, he will unconsciously submit and relive the thoughts and feelings he had when he was a slave, without any will to resist.
Song Yin transmitted her voice: "Qi Chengfeng, what was that white thing you injected into my body when the battle began?"
Qi Chengfeng suddenly opened his eyes, "You can see?!" The illusion continued, so he closed his eyes again.
"I can see it. After it burrowed into my body, my spiritual energy kept dissipating. I won't kill you. Can you remove this thing?" Song Yin transmitted her voice.
At this moment, Qi Chengfeng was at a disadvantage and was also troubled by his inner demons, which gave him the opportunity to ask some questions.
Qi Chengfeng transmitted his voice: "Give up, I'm not going to tell you."
"Not going to talk?" Song Yin suddenly attacked.
If you don't speak up, you have no value in living.
Qi Chengfeng kept his divine sense active. He immediately exerted all his strength to control his body, suppressing the thought that he could not fight back, and then summoned different magical artifacts.
Song Yin aimed at his neck and ended the fight with a single sword strike.
Thump.
Without the support of spiritual energy, Qi Chengfeng's body and head fell into the lake.
His previous efforts seemed like a joke, but being able to resist the torment of his inner demons by using different magical artifacts was already a remarkable improvement for him.
Song Yin looked around and said to the Purple Sun Spirit Fire, "Make sure there's plenty of water vapor." What she was about to do was something that shouldn't be seen by the spectators watching the match.
Qi Chengfeng's soul flew out of the corpse and headed towards the passage. He wanted to escape and find his master. As long as his soul was still intact, there was hope!
Song Yin would not give him a chance to escape, and directly intercepted the fleeing soul, trapping it.
Qi Chengfeng finally felt fear: "What are you going to do?!"
Does a person's soul still suffer from the influence of inner demons after death? The answer is yes.
With a snap of his fingers, Song Yin set up a barrier to prevent the sound from being transmitted.
"What else can we do? Naturally..." Song Aotian now resembled a villain, "Searching for souls."
No! You can't! You can't!
"No! No—!"
No matter how shrill his screams were, he was still unable to resist.
Song Yin quickly searched through his memories.
It turns out that white energy is called vital energy.
Qi Chengfeng had no memory of where the vital energy came from, because it was all provided to him by Cao Yannian.
Meanwhile, Song Yin saw an interesting part in Qi Chengfeng's memory: the Qingxuan Sect actually invited someone from the Upper Realm and allowed that person to live in the Qingxuan Sect and enjoy the sect's offerings.
Aren't people from the upper realms unable to come to the cultivation world? It's incredibly difficult to even send something to the cultivation world due to the restrictions of the Heavenly Dao. So how did this person named Nie Zhengchu get to the cultivation world?
Song Yin still leans towards the idea that people from the upper realm cannot come to the Immortal Cultivation Realm; otherwise, the seniors of the Immortal Firmament Sect who ascended would have already found a way to come down and personally help the Immortal Firmament Sect deal with the spiritual vein problem.
Therefore, Song Yin had reason to guess that Nie Zhengchu was probably not from the Upper Realm.
I just don't know what Nie Zhengchu did to make everyone in the Qingxuan Sect believe that he came from the Upper Realm.
Hmm? Qi Chengfeng was actually a slave, and his inner demons are related to that period of his life.
Interestingly, once his inner demons erupt, he will accept any beatings or scoldings without any resistance.
Would they not have the will to resist?
Ah, this… Song Aotian’s thoughts wandered and he couldn’t help but think of something inappropriate, so he drove onto the highway.
Ahem, stop it. We can't let our minds wander. It's more important to get down to business.
"What's the situation? It's one thing to not be able to see the screen, but why can't we hear any sound either?"
"Who won? I'm so anxious, I really want to know!"
"The last voice we heard was Qi Chengfeng's. Was he going to lose?"
The Qingxuan Sect disciples watching the match were on tenterhooks, thinking, "Qingxuan Sect will not lose!"
Cao Yannian's earlier ease vanished, replaced by a deep frown. With Yuan Qi present, Qi Chengfeng should be alright, right?
As everyone anxiously awaited the results, the water vapor in the water mirror slowly dissipated, and they were able to see the scene inside again.
"I can see! I can see!"
"Who's winning?"
"I saw Song Yin, but I didn't see Qi Chengfeng. Has anyone seen Qi Chengfeng?"
"It seems like only Song Yin is here. Where is Qi Chengfeng?"
Song Yin flew towards the passageway and then appeared on the stage.
She told the registration staff, "Qi Chengfeng's body is in the lake. Please go and retrieve it."
The registration staff member was taken aback for a moment, but quickly reacted, "Okay, okay." She was also curious about the outcome, but she didn't expect Qi Chengfeng to be dead and his body to have fallen into the water.
"Song Yinsheng, a Nascent Soul cultivator from the Immortal Cloud Sect of the Eastern Continent!"
Before Song Yin stepped off the stage, she looked at Qi Zibo's viewing position and smiled at Lao Deng.
We won!
With a bang, the chair under Cao Yannian's buttocks shattered into pieces again.
He flew directly in front of Song Yin, blocking her from leaving.
Where is Qi Chengfeng?
Facing Cao Yannian, who wanted to kill her, Song Yin pointed to the entrance of the passage and said, "Someone went to the lake to retrieve them; they'll be out soon."
Just then, the registration staff came out with Qi Chengfeng's body. The body was easy to retrieve; a quick scan with divine sense revealed where it had fallen.
"Chengfeng!" Cao Yannian rushed forward and snatched back Qi Chengfeng's body. "Where's the head? Where's the head?"
Registration staff: "Here."
Cao Yannian snatched it away, overwhelmed by immense pain, "How could it be gone, how could it be gone..."
He summoned Qi Chengfeng's spirit again and again, but there was no response.
The worst outcome still occurred.
Cao Yannian seemed to have aged ten years and was filled with deep self-reproach.
"Song Yin, I will make you pay with your life!"
Cao Yannian acted too quickly, and no one had time to react. He was also close to Song Yin. He put down Qi Chengfeng's body and rushed directly towards Song Yin.
boom!
Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the stage.
Qi Zibo suddenly appeared on the stage, only to see Song Yin holding the Qingyang Sword, not only blocking Cao Yannian's attack, but also piercing his shoulder with the sword.
Bright red blood flowed down Cao Yannian's shoulder, and he looked down in disbelief.
Then he remembered what Qi Zibo had said to him before the competition started.
"Before the competition starts, tell your eldest apprentice not to try to kill Song Yin, or he'll be the one who suffers."
'Song Yin has a bad temper and holds grudges; she'll kill whoever kills her.'
Cao Yannian looked at Qi Zibo: "So what you said was true..."
He was a Nascent Soul cultivator, and Song Yin not only withstood his hostile attack but also managed to injure him in return.
Magical artifacts are ultimately just tools; one must rely on one's own strength. Qi Chengfeng's defeat was not unjust.
Qi Zibo stepped forward and pulled Song Yin away from Cao Yannian.
"Are you alright? Did Cao Yannian hurt you?"
Song Yin swallowed the blood from her throat: "It's alright."
Qi Zibo was worried and checked Song Yin's body. He found that his apprentice had suffered internal injuries and immediately became furious.
"Cao Yannian, you shameless old bastard, I'll beat you to death!"
Cao Yannian had lost his former sharpness. "Your apprentice is still alive, but of my three apprentices, two are gone."
Qi Zibo took out his whisk and flicked it at them. "That's what your apprentice brought on himself. Like father, like son. If you had advised them, how could Song Yin have killed them? Wasn't it you who ordered them to kill Song Yin first? Stop pretending to be pitiful, ptooey! Serves you right!"
Cao Yannian was drawn to retreat.
Some audience members on stage spoke quietly.
"That's right. I watched every match Song Yin played. She didn't kill any of the other contestants. On the contrary, she only killed Qingxuan Sect disciples who had murderous intent towards her."
"That's right, that's right, the Qingxuan Sect elders have gone too far." The person next to him echoed in a low voice.
They dared not speak too loudly, fearing that the elders of the Qingxuan Sect would hear them and become angry, taking their anger out on them.
But those around them couldn't help but chat with them after hearing this.
"Song Yin is a good person. She never harms anyone. She is skilled in alchemy, strong, and kind. If you ask me, the Immortal Firmament Sect knows how to teach its disciples."
This person ignored the decapitated corpse on the stage and sincerely praised Song Yin for her kindness.
“I also think that the Immortal Firmament Sect is good at teaching its disciples. Look at the disciples trained by the Azure Profound Sect, they are all very ruthless. The Azure Profound Sect has killed the most people. Some small sects that have lost disciples cannot even get justice. The Azure Profound Sect is too powerful to be trifled with, so they can only suffer in silence.”
"That's right. The rules don't prohibit killing, so participating in the Xuan Tian Assembly means taking this risk. You won't even have a legitimate reason to seek justice."
"That's right, that's right, the Immortal Firmament Sect is the best." The Immortal Firmament Sect disciples, mixed in with the audience, were enthusiastically affirming their sect.
"Bullshit, Qingxuan Sect is the best."
"roll!"
"Listen to me quietly. Qingxuan Sect and Xianxiao Sect are both so-so. My Tiangan Sect is the best."
"You get out too."
The discussion on stage grew louder and louder, and some of the voices were impossible to ignore.
Cao Yannian carried Qi Chengfeng's corpse off the stage, filled with regret for letting Hongluan set such a bad precedent. He shouldn't have harbored malicious intentions for the position of sect leader, and he shouldn't have become arrogant because of his newfound power.
When Cao Yannian passed by Song Yin, he gave her a deep look.
Qi Zibo raised his whisk, "Still looking? I'll whip you again if you keep looking!"
Song Yin pressed down Qi Zibo's hand, "Alright, alright, mind your manners. Get off the stage now, I still need to continue the competition."
Each person competes in two matches, ranked by the number of wins. Her second opponent is Mingzhu, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator from the Wuji Sect.
Only after Cao Yannian left did the audience on stage dare to shout loudly.
"Song Yin! Song Yin! Song Yin!"
"Song Yin! Song Yin! Song Yin!"
Qi Zibo was sent back to the audience by Song Yin.
Some Qingxuan Sect disciples left the audience looking dejected.
Soon the second match began, and Mingzhu of the Wuji Sect of Xizhou took the stage.
Mingzhu has a bright and elegant appearance, just like her name suggests, she is like a shining pearl.
Song Yin stood on the stage waiting for the competition to begin.
"Your match was excellent," Mingzhu immediately praised.
Song Yin responded with a smile.
When the start of the match was announced, Mingzhu made an unexpected move.
"I admit defeat." Mingzhu's voice echoed in every corner.
Song Yin asked in surprise, "Why?"
Mingzhu said frankly, "Your alchemy skills are better than mine, and your combat power is also stronger than mine. Even the elders in the Nascent Soul stage cannot kill you, so how could I be your opponent?"
"Besides, I'm already in the top three even without comparing myself to you, and the reward I want won't just fly away."
Mingzhu secretly transmitted her voice to Song Yin: "Qi Chengfeng is dead. Whether I admit defeat or not, I am still second in the competition with you. It makes no difference."
Hearing Mingzhu's playful tone, which didn't suit her temperament, Song Yin's eyes widened slightly.
Mingzhu blinked at Song Yin.
Mingzhu conceded defeat; the outcome was already decided.
"Song Yinsheng, a Nascent Soul cultivator from the Immortal Cloud Sect of the Eastern Continent!"
The disciples supporting Song Yin at the scene kept shouting and cheering.
"Song Yin! Song Yin! The number one Nascent Soul cultivator in alchemy!"
"The number one cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage of alchemy!"
As Qi Zibo listened to the cheers of the cultivators in the audience and received congratulations from the elders of other sects, he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.
"Oh dear, it's a good thing Mingzhu conceded defeat, otherwise it would have been difficult for her to get first place."
"You're being modest. Song Yin could even injure Cao Yannian, how could Mingzhu be her match?" Elder Zang of Wuji Sect, Mingzhu's master, laughed. "Perhaps even we old folks wouldn't be a match for Song Yin, hahaha."
Qi Zibo: "Not at all, Mingzhu is quite remarkable too."
Elder Zang: "I'm in a good mood today, shall we have a drink?"
Qi Zibo: "Come on, it's my treat."
"Of course, you, the number one master, should treat us! Where did you take Song Yin as your disciple? You've got a great disciple! Tell us about it!"
"It was fate that brought us together. I had the foresight to recognize his talent back then..." A group of elders flew away, their voices gradually fading.
The Xuan Tian Grand Cultivation Group competition has concluded, with Song Yin taking first place and Mingzhu coming in second.
The third-place winner, Qi Chengfeng, is dead, and his reward was taken by his master, Cao Yannian.
While receiving the reward, Mingzhu transmitted her voice to Song Yin: "I recognize the spirit sword you used when you fought Qi Chengfeng. Your names and the Seven-Colored Masked King's names sound related, and you can even use her sword, so you must be sisters? Can you introduce me to her? I watched all her later matches!"
Did he run into one of his fans?
Song Yin transmitted her voice: "I'll definitely do it if I get the chance, haha. She's in a crucial period of the competition right now and doesn't want to see outsiders."
Mingzhu's eyes lit up as she telepathically replied, "It's okay! We can get to know each other after the competition!"
Song Yin chuckled dryly: "Haha."
Mingzhu: "Let's become friends. You can look me up if you come to Xizhou in the future."
"Of course you can. If you come to Dongzhou, you can find me at the Xianxiao Sect," Song Yin replied politely.
The rewards for the Xuan Tian Tournament are incredibly generous, including top-grade spirit stones, numerous rare and precious materials for cultivation, and a large selection of elixirs, magical artifacts, and other valuable items. But the most generous reward, of course, is the chance to enter the Nine Heavens Secret Realm!
Having secured a spot, Song Yin received a purple token.
Anyone holding a purple token can enter the Nine Heavens Secret Realm. Spiritual energy is injected into the token, and a map of the Nine Heavens Secret Realm will appear above the token.
After receiving her reward, Song Yin stepped off the stage and saw Shi Heming and Xia Xining there.
Song Yin said to Xia Xining, "Wow, Xia Xining, you finished your match so early today."
Xia Xining pulled Song Yin outside, saying, "Of course! I made sure it was a quick and easy win. Hurry, I've booked a table to celebrate your first place!"
Shi Heming naturally took Song Yin's other hand, "These are all your favorite flavors."
Before the three could leave, they were blocked by others.
"Congratulations to Yuan Lijun for taking first place. I am the head of the Hu family in Tianyao Holy City. My son has always admired Yuan Lijun. I have heard that Yuan Lijun has not yet accepted any disciples. What do you think of my son?"
There are actually people blocking this spot wanting to become my apprentice? Song Yin was startled by them!
Song Yin immediately refused: "I'm sorry, I have no plans to take on any apprentices at the moment."
"Yuan Lijun, please take a look at my child..."
"Yuanli Jun..."
Song Yin transmitted her voice to the two people beside her: "Let's fly away quickly."
The three transformed into streaks of light and flew away from the arena, leaving the strangers behind.
After being safely seated, Song Yin breathed a sigh of relief.
"I didn't run away during the match, but I ran away after the match ended."
Shi Heming poured tea: "My final is tomorrow afternoon, will you come to watch?"
Song Yin took the teacup. "Of course I'll go. I'll try to finish the sword cultivator group competition quickly."
Xia Xining: "I'm in the finals the day after tomorrow, you have to come too!"
Song Yin: "Definitely, definitely."
The rest area of the Qingxuan Sect.
Cao Yannian approached Nie Zhengchu.
"Please, senior, save my two disciples! You are from the upper realm, you must have a way to bring them back to life!"
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Author's note: Everyone: Song Yin is kind and gentle.
Song Yin: Yes, I'm very kind. (Smiles)
On the other side.
Nie Zhengchu: I'm just a fake celestial being; even if you beg me, I can't bring the dead back to life. [Helpless]
[20 red envelopes to celebrate Yinyin taking first place. We're here to see Yinyin shine in the sword cultivator group [sunglasses]]
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[Empty bowl]
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