Song Tingwan stood still, letting a sliver of golden light fall into her mind.
After a while, she opened her eyes in a daze.
The pupils are all gold.
The moment the golden light fell upon them, they were speechless.
But I could clearly perceive it.
This is... the power of faith and merit.
The mark her mother left her could be used to collect faith and merit.
this--
Is this something that an ordinary cultivator could possibly access?
But then I thought, could faith and good deeds save my father?
After all, this power is always intertwined with the gods.
After being shocked, Song Tingwan used her divine sense to guide the remaining, larger wisp of golden power and carefully transferred it into the ice coffin.
Miraculously, the golden light pierced through the ice coffin and merged into the father's soul.
The fleeting, translucent soul suddenly stabilized a little.
Song Tingwan was overjoyed. The two strands of golden light in the mark were exhausted, and she fell from mid-air. Before she could react, Song Siyao used a magic spell to fly over and catch her.
"Are you alright, sister?"
Song Tingwan quickly shook her head, then grabbed her hand and, after they stopped, pulled her with delight to the ice coffin.
"Ayao, Father's soul has recovered somewhat."
"This mark contains faith and merit, perhaps a sacrifice, or perhaps the people saved on the way back to Kumogakure."
"Unfortunately, there were only two strands, and I absorbed one of them."
Upon hearing this, Song Siyao paused in her smile and looked her older sister up and down with concern.
"So, how do you feel?"
Since Father's soul has recovered somewhat after absorbing the merit, then Sister should also have received some benefits.
Song Tingwan came to her senses and looked at herself as instructed.
Then, her eyes lit up with surprise again.
"My connection with the mark has become stronger, and also... I seem to have a greater affinity for all things in this world."
She stretched out her hand in a daze, and the spiritual energy in the forbidden area danced on her hand.
It fluttered twice and then disappeared.
“I can sense the emotions of spiritual energy. There are unformed spiritual creatures on the trees over there, and a little ginseng spirit is hidden underground.”
He could see everything, even though he couldn't see anything, but he could sense the presence of living beings within five steps.
It's a very strange feeling.
Song Siyao nodded. "Since only the power of merit and faith can restore Father's soul, shouldn't we start accumulating merit?"
The power of faith is hard to fathom, but they possess all the merits they have.
She has killed so many evil spirits over the past century; she must have accumulated a great deal of merit.
Unfortunately, I can't collect the same kind of mark as my older sister.
"Should I also go and find a magical artifact to collect merits?"
Song Siyao offered his opinion, and Song Tingwan frowned slightly.
"Acquiring merit is not easy, let alone a divine artifact that can collect merit, which has never been heard of before."
In this world, most ordinary cultivators only care about having profound cultivation levels.
People usually just praise so-and-so for their boundless merits, but few people actually go out of their way to collect and accumulate merits.
“If not, then let’s work together to earn merit. Sister will use her healing powers to save people, and I will use my cultivation to save people and vanquish evil. If we work together, we can surely earn a lot of merit.”
Song Siyao spoke earnestly.
Song Tingwan looked at her gently, "Okay, let's work together to save Father."
Now that we know that good deeds are useful, let's go and earn them.
She can save the Sparrow and Wolf clans of the Demon Realm, so she can also save many other people.
exactly.
Wasn't she supposed to be saving the world? Heaven can't be so stingy as to deny her even merit.
A muffled rumble of thunder could be heard on the horizon.
Everything was clear even in the forbidden area.
Song Tingwan chuckled; her gloomy mood of the past few days finally gave her hope again.
"Next, let's accumulate merit while diligently cultivating ourselves."
"If you ascend to heaven soon, this mortal realm will not be destroyed, which will be a meritorious deed, and your father will also recover."
And there are obstacles ahead.
If we can successfully overcome the difficulties.
Misfortune turned into fortune, and we rose to the challenge.
Can something condemned by thousands become the faith of millions?
It all depends on human effort.
Destiny is unyielding, yet cultivators always claim that human will can overcome fate.
Let's give it a try.
For Ayao, for her father, and for the world that Heaven has worked so hard to protect.
"good."
The two sisters looked at each other and smiled.
Standing together before their father, their eyes shone with high spirits.
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Knowing that merit could restore her father's soul, Song Tingwan then prepared to go into seclusion to refine elixirs.
She said it would take three months this time.
During these three months, she will be in the forbidden area refining Breakthrough Pills and a batch of high-grade pills for unforeseen circumstances.
Five days later, Baili Xijiang returned, travel-worn and weary.
He hadn't even unloaded the bundle of treasures he was carrying, nor had he had a chance to brag to his master and sister about how he escaped his parents' beatings.
Song Tingwan then dragged him into the forbidden area.
Song Hexi was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.
I found that little dragon extremely displeasing.
I tried to convince myself to let it go and not take it to heart.
This is Awan's apprentice.
"Bah, what do you mean by not caring? I'm going to the forbidden area to cleanse my body and mind. I'll go and have a good talk with the Dragon Clan Chief."
Song Hexi was so angry that he stopped reading the storybook and left in a huff, ignoring Song Siyao.
Song Siyao stood there with his sword in hand, raising an eyebrow. He took the opportunity of his elder sister's seclusion to return to the Sword Inquiry Sect.
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I haven't been home for a long time.
Yan Shanjun and Yun Qian were practically dying of anticipation.
While they were waiting expectantly at Wenjian Peak, Qianyun walked in nonchalantly and said with a smile, "You don't need to wait anymore. Junior Sister was kidnapped by Senior Brother Chu Hou halfway."
The master and apprentice's faces darkened.
“That rascal Lord Chu, let’s go take a look at him.”
Enraged, Lord Yan slammed his hand on the armrest, his face dark and stern, and took the lead in flying away on his sword.
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