Ultimately, Baili Xijiang's wish could not be fulfilled, as his control over his divine sense had not yet met Song Tingwan's requirements.
Seeing that the dragon was limp, she couldn't bear it and gave him an eighth-grade bone-regenerating pill.
The Bone-Growing Pill truly lives up to its name, capable of regenerating bones even after the physical body has perished.
When Baili Xijiang received it, his hands were shaking, and he walked back in a daze.
Even their dragon clan patriarch probably doesn't have this divine pill!
And he! Baili Xijiang! Yes!
He quickly hid in a corner, unable to contain himself, and sent messages to each of his clansmen to boast.
They didn't even spare Shen Zhuochuan.
The man atop the distant Cloud Palace chuckled softly, tilted his head back, and drank his wine, refusing to admit that he was jealous.
The rest of the dragons were much more direct, cursing and questioning whether their little dragon cub had been robbed from somewhere.
Baili Xijiang chuckled as he watched the constantly pulsating communication talisman.
This was given to him by his most respected master!
Before coming to the Sword Inquiry Sect, the little black dragon aspired to become a pill cultivator. After becoming a disciple of the Sword Inquiry Sect, the little black dragon thought he should ask his master to show him some eighth-grade pills or even seventh-grade pills so that he could broaden his horizons and fulfill his dream.
Today! It! Black Hundred Miles River Dragon! Obtained an Eighth-Grade Bone-Regenerating Pill!
He won't die! Even if he does, his master will bring him back!
With a roar, the black dragon couldn't contain its excitement and soared into the sky.
It excitedly darted around in the clouds.
Song Tingwan hadn't gone far when she heard a dragon's roar, and then the entire Wenjian Sect was thrown into chaos.
A sense of foreboding flashed through her mind, and she looked up as if sensing something.
Who is that black dragon darting around in the sky?
The disciples who were flying on their swords in mid-air were so frightened that they fell down. Countless elders teleported or activated magic arrays to catch the falling disciples.
Song Tingwan closed her eyes in despair.
With a smile, he sent a telepathic message to his troublemaking apprentice: Calm down within three breaths, or the Bone-Growing Pill will be taken back.
After it finished sending the message, the entire dragon in the sky froze instantly, roared, and leaped into the clouds, disappearing from sight immediately.
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Song Tingwan sighed, but did not take back the Bone-Growing Pill. However, it seemed that after the little black dragon landed, Yun Qian kindly invited it to see the sect leader.
She didn't pay attention to it after that, went back to her room to play with the baby, and then rested peacefully.
The next day, Song Tingwan came to Class C and found the only empty, secluded corner to sit down quietly.
She entered silently and sat down silently, intending to keep a low profile. However, after teaching for more than half a month, all the students in the class had met each other, but she was the only unfamiliar face.
It's obvious without even thinking that she is Song Tingwan, the one who got leave through connections.
The Sword Inquiry Sect has taken in tens of thousands of new disciples this year, but there are not many alchemy cultivators; each class has an average of only thirty-two.
After all, there is the Xuanhu Sect, which only accepts alchemy and medical practitioners. Most alchemy practitioners who come to the Wenjian Sect have their own plans, either because there are fewer people and more resources to be distributed, or because there is less competition and they can learn more.
After Song Tingwan sat down, the murmurs were quiet, but the voices of dozens of people combined were hard to ignore.
She shook her head helplessly and smiled calmly at the disciples around her.
There was a moment of silence.
"...My God, she's so beautiful!"
"What's the use of being beautiful? You're still in Class C just like us."
"Even if she's not very talented, it's still pleasing to the eye for us to have her sitting here."
Just as the discussion grew louder, Baili Xijiang came in excitedly, carrying the spiritual herbs he needed for the day.
Upon seeing him, the chatter subsided somewhat.
His attire made the less talented and poor students in Class C hesitant to provoke him.
"Master! I have prepared the spiritual herbs you need for today."
Upon seeing Song Tingwan, Baili Xijiang lunged forward and slid in front of her.
Baili Xijiang chuckled as he respectfully arranged the medicinal herbs and other necessities for the lesson.
Clearly, he did not take Sect Leader Yan's words to heart yesterday.
Song Tingwan raised an eyebrow. "Then I should thank you."
Baili Xijiang shook his head guiltily, "It was my fault yesterday, I promise it won't happen again."
After being summoned by Sect Master Yan for a long and earnest admonition, he was actually also reported to his parents. His uncle scolded him remotely with a transmission talisman all night. He was dejected when he woke up, but he couldn't help but feel excited when he thought of the Bone Regeneration Pill in his storage ring.
Song Tingwan snorted irritably, "Go sit down and listen carefully later."
She'll be watching him.
The second half of the sentence was not spoken, but Baili Xijiang understood it from her slightly curved eyes.
Baili Xijiang genuinely cared about alchemy, so he was seated in the first row.
He had originally reserved a seat for his beloved master as well, but Song Tingwan refused, so Baili Xijiangge had no choice but to walk to the first row and sit down, looking back every few steps.
When the elder who was giving the lecture arrived, another person hurriedly sat down next to Song Tingwan, just in time.
The man didn't seem surprised when Song Tingwan looked over; he smiled at her kindly and then fell silent.
His meridians have improved somewhat, and his cultivation has made a slight progress.
But in Song Tingwan's eyes, it was like a patched-up ball, precarious even without being bounced.
They were acquaintances, and when the dining hall was crowded, Baili Xijiang often asked this senior brother to save him a seat.
"Today, we will study page thirty-two of the alchemical text—"
Elder Pei's stern voice rang out. Song Tingwan sat at the end, but she kept receiving Elder Pei's stern gaze.
It seemed as if they were checking whether she was paying attention in class.
Song Tingwan sat up straighter and listened attentively to the senior's insights on the Dao of Alchemy.
The more I listened, the more surprised I became.
What Elder Pei taught was completely different from the current popular methods of alchemy.
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