No one can become a saint of alchemy in a hundred years.
Besides Song Tingwan, there is also Baili Xijiang.
The respected Baili Dansheng, who was respected by everyone outside, now nuzzled her palm with his head.
Yeah, like a puppy.
Little dog dragon?
Song Tingwan chuckled to herself.
It might be a little dragon with the characteristics of a husky.
They were all stained with black.
"Master is right, I miss Master the most!"
Baili Xijiang chuckled smugly.
Qin Xi pushed him away and placed the peeled tangerine in Song Tingwan's hand, saying, "Ignore this crybaby, Wan'er, eat."
Wan Qiji poured spirit wine for everyone. The flying carpet was incredibly fast, and countless people chased after it, but it didn't stop them from sitting on the ground with a pile of spirit drinks, pastries, and snacks.
Like a picnic, enjoying the pleasant breeze and chatting and joking with friends.
Feeling comfortable and relaxed.
In the end, we still went to eat pickled fish.
because--
Song Tingwan hadn't finished eating the food she'd packed in her space.
When taken out again, the aroma was still enticing.
Then……
They were amazed that the pickled fish was still delicious.
The tempting aroma wafted to countless people behind.
Some people were working so hard that their flying artifacts were almost shut down, and they were struggling to keep up with the flying carpet.
Song Tingwan stopped eating and looked over, and everyone else also stopped eating.
Countless ghostly energies lingered in the air, all converging towards this person.
Facing the gazes of several Transcending Tribulation Stage cultivators and Venerable Pillow Sleepers, the man swallowed hard.
"Um... what are you eating? It smells so good."
He wasn't trying to get to know Dan; he was just a gluttonous kid who was drawn in by the aroma and followed them the whole way.
Song Tingwan was about to search for the pills when she heard this sentence.
The others were also puzzled.
Baili Xijiang scratched his head, picked up a perfectly preserved plate of sauerkraut fish, and handed it over.
"Brother, you went through all this trouble, even ruining your expensive flying artifact, just to eat pickled fish?"
It's pitiful that he gave away the fish on his own initiative.
The man swallowed hard, took the package, and thanked them.
"This is the signature dish of the most luxurious restaurant in Jiangcheng. Their other dishes are also very good. If you like, fellow Daoist, you might as well give it a try."
Song Tingwan spoke in a gentle voice, and the cultivator, seeing how approachable she was, which was exactly as the rumors described, nodded repeatedly in gratitude.
"I'm leaving now to leave, you sleeping goddess."
Having received a satisfactory answer, the monk left with the pickled fish.
Then they were caught up by a group of people behind them, and a bunch of greedy cultivators headed towards Jiangcheng.
On the flying carpet, Song Tingwan and the others looked at each other in bewilderment.
"What did he say? Isn't Master called a Venerable One? How did she become a Goddess?"
Baili Xijiang sat down again, holding his chopsticks with a blank expression.
“In the past, when my elder sister offered sacrifices, some people said that she could be called a goddess. Perhaps after the Wutong Mountain incident, my elder sister’s prestige became even greater.”
Upon hearing the cultivator's address, Shen Zhuochuan, who had raised an eyebrow and opened his spiritual network, nodded.
“Ah Yao is right. After several events, and considering your reputation as the chosen one, the Spirit Network now calls Wan’er a goddess descended to save the world.”
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