"It's not surprising that some ghost cultivators in the Wuchen Palace have learned about souls and prepare life-saving items for their beloved children."
Chen Zhuochuan explained in a calm voice.
Each junior member of every faction was given a bunch of life-saving items by their elders, since it's not easy to raise a child in the cultivation world.
"What are the chances of being set up?" Song Tingwan asked calmly.
Yue Hexun knew nothing about the Wuchen Palace, and had only ever seen the Elf race in books. He remained quiet and obedient, listening to their conversation.
"Not high."
After a pause, Shen Zhuochuan continued, "You can move it to the mustard seed space and see his reaction."
Song Tingwan nodded, "That's one method too."
So, with a thought, she rolled that inconspicuous withered leaf into her mustard seed space.
"Waaaaah... Huh? Where am I! Oh my god, oh my god, am I going to be taken back?! Help! I don't want to die, waaaah—"
"Awooo—" Little Awooo was so frightened that his fur stood on end.
"Who is it! Who's shouting in my sister's online space!"
"..."
The white tiger bared its claws warily, looking around.
But there's no one there.
A big tiger's head, and a big question mark.
Song Tingwan remained silent, but noticed his reaction.
"...Cute little girl from the White Tiger Clan, where is this place?"
The howling stopped, and they asked cautiously.
Little Ao stared wide-eyed, looking around erratically.
"What are you! Speak up!"
This is my sister's territory! Where did this villain come from to invade!
"I...I'm already dead. Now I'm just a soul. I'm the seventh young master of the Dustless Palace. Can you help me find my parents and tell them I'm here? My parents will give you a generous reward!"
“…What young master? Never heard of him.” Xiao Ao shook his head and squatted down.
The little brain worked its magic. "Soul? Are you a ghost cultivator?"
Uncle Wu Ling is also a ghost cultivator.
She had a good impression of the ghost cultivator; when they were playing outside, the ghostly hand would occasionally rub her head.
"Me...? No, I haven't been dead for long, and I haven't had time to cultivate yet."
Speaking of this, the Seventh Young Master, who had calmed down for a while, couldn't help but start crying again.
"I still have so much food to eat and so many things to do, how did I become a ghost? Waaaaah, I don't want to be a ghost!"
"Don't cry. I have an uncle who is also a ghost. He's already at the Tribulation Transcending stage. Don't cry, I'll have him teach you cultivation."
The crying stopped.
"A ghost cultivator in the Tribulation Transcending stage? I've never heard of that before."
Xiao Ao tilted his head and snorted, "That's because you're inexperienced."
Many of her older brothers, sisters, and uncles are at the Tribulation Transcending stage.
"Who said that! I am the seventh young master of Wuchen Palace!"
"Anyway, I've never heard of you. You're really not famous."
Little Ao stared innocently, his spirit grumbling and protesting.
They even forgot their sadness.
Song Tingwan found it amusing.
She is indeed a spoiled child.
With a thought, she spoke into the mustard seed space.
“I was the one who put you in this space. If you want to tell your parents about your situation, I can help you and take you out.”
"But you have to tell me everything you know about Wutong Mountain."
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