Ji Songyin helplessly pressed down on the withered leaves with both hands, carefully reorganizing her words.
"Yes, we found traces of the Spirit Gathering Grass at home, and there happened to be an extra one. So, as Xiao Qi said, I will go back and retrieve it to give to the Venerable One."
Song Siyao, on the other hand, was thinking rapidly.
Her eyes brightened slightly as she looked at her older sister.
Both she and the Sword Inquiry Sect were inquiring about the two remaining spiritual plants of the old man with the jade pendant, but to no avail.
How did my elder sister know that the Wuchen Palace had the Spirit Gathering Grass?
Song Tingwan met her sister's bright gaze and smiled slightly.
The Wuchen Palace did indeed search for the Spirit Gathering Grass.
However, during her initial travels, she had heard discussions among the independent practitioners.
I only overheard it by chance when I was passing by, and I haven't thought about it since.
She showed no reaction when Qin Yuanyuan mentioned the Wuchen Palace.
When the people from Wuchen Palace stood in front of her and things temporarily calmed down, she vaguely felt a sense of familiarity.
It was an unintentional probing, but the question actually came out.
Song Tingwan smiled slightly and waved her hand.
The false lava receded, revealing the ruins of Wutong Mountain.
She released all the corpses she had previously stored in her mustard seed space. The ghost cultivators, sensing their own bodies, flew excitedly toward her.
Xiao Qi's withered leaf froze, struggling to fly out of his fourth sister's palm. "My body! I can sense my body!"
Song Tingwan stared blankly at the mountain of corpses, feeling somewhat guilty: "It's a pity that we only brought out this part of the bodies."
If other ghost cultivators still have bodies, they don't need to be ghost cultivators anymore.
Hearing her murmur, Wu Gan smiled and comforted her, "It's already good enough that we can save some of them. The bodies of most of us ghost cultivators have already turned into blood and disappeared."
Song Tingwan turned around and smiled slightly at her senior, "But I originally had the opportunity to take back another part of my body."
She felt a tightness in her chest and sighed with guilt.
"Wan'er, it's already amazing that you were able to bring out these cultivators' bodies. There's no need to feel too regretful," Qin Yuanyuan said, carefully holding her hand and comforting her.
"That's right, Master. Besides, you even refined pills to help these ghost cultivators regain their consciousness. So many ghost cultivators broke free from the strange fire, which is equivalent to pulling them back from the brink of death. You shouldn't feel guilty for saving so many ghost cultivators."
Song Siyao silently agreed, "She saved countless lives; in a way, Sister should have accumulated a lot of merit."
Faced with their words of comfort, Song Tingwan chuckled softly, but the deep emotion in her dark eyes remained unchanged.
Perhaps she should find time to study alchemy again.
For example... refining a pill that can allow ghost cultivators to regain their bodies.
Perhaps this way, she can feel less guilty.
She secretly made a note of this matter, and Ji Xiaoqi, under Wu Ling's kind guidance, emerged from the withered leaves and returned to her tattered body.
Half an hour later.
Ji Xiaoqi wiped away his tears, listened to the words of his mother, brothers and sisters beside him, and knelt down and kowtowed to Song Tingwan with his broken body.
Song Tingwan was so frightened that she almost pulled her sister away to avoid it.
"There's no need for such a grand gesture." Song Tingwan steadied herself and gracefully stepped aside to avoid the formality.
The other cultivators who returned to their respective bodies didn't go as far as he did, but they all bowed deeply to her in unison.
"Many thanks to Venerable Zhenmian for the grace of being reborn."
The other ghost cultivators, though regretting that they had not found their bodies, still lingered with their ghostly energy, forming humanoid figures as they bowed.
Yun Qian and the other cultivators who came to provide support watched the scene from afar, and some of them silently recorded it with a recording stone.
They had a premonition that after this incident, Venerable Pillow Sleep's reputation would once again resound throughout the six realms.
All eyes were on Song Tingwan.
The magnolia flower mark on her forehead slowly emerged, adding a touch of divinity to her.
Her graceful figure stood alone, her eyes gentle and a faint smile on her face. With a wave of her hand, the broken bodies of the cultivators, including Ji Xiaoqi, who had regained their bodies, were instantly healed after the falling pill mist.
Ji Xiaoqi looked at her newly grown hand and exclaimed excitedly, then looked at Song Tingwan with delight and said sweetly:
"Thank you so much, Sister Wan'er. I'll definitely get you the flower you wanted. Is one enough? Do you need any others?"
Song Tingwan was both amused and exasperated. Everyone in Wuchen Palace wished they could cover his mouth. Fortunately, the boy still had some sense of propriety and didn't reveal the name of the Gathering Spirit Flower.
Subsequently, the cultivators who had been rescued and regained their bodies surrounded Song Tingwan.
All the spiritual plants in the storage space were stuffed into Song Tingwan's hands.
In addition, many cultivators tried to give her spirit stones and magical artifacts, but Song Tingwan quickly refused and thanked them for their kindness.
In the end, she only accepted the spiritual plants and some things that could be used for alchemy.
There were also some pieces of jewelry given by female cultivators.
The male cultivators silently made a note of it, and after leaving, they each bought expensive jewelry, intending to present it to the Venerable One when they had the chance to see him again.
This life-saving grace cannot be easily repaid by any spiritual plant.
Anyway, from then on, I don't know how the outside world spread the word, but wherever Song Tingwan went, there were always some grateful cultivators who would give her spiritual plants and jewelry.
There were pitiful people she had saved in the past, people she had resurrected during the battle at the top of the Cloud Palace, and people she had saved at Wutong Mountain this time.
What she gained was pure kindness.
Each time, Song Tingwan would accept it with a smile, and would also casually shower them with a refreshing mist.
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The final decision on where the ghost cultivators belong rests with Wu Gan.
Countless ghost cultivators boasted that they would follow the Ascension Stage powerhouse. Wu Gan paused for a moment, then smiled at the ghost cultivators:
“My son Wu Ling follows Venerable Zhenmian, and I was also saved by him. I heard that Venerable is from the Yunyin Clan. I wonder if Venerable could take in a ghost cultivator like me who has nowhere to go?”
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