"Hmm... Qin Xiaoxi is also especially cute when she's all bared her teeth and claws." Song Tingwan pretended to ponder for a moment, then said with a smile.
Qin Xi smiled sheepishly and suddenly appeared to hug Song Tingwan.
Perhaps because she was a pill cultivator, Wan'er always had a faint medicinal fragrance on her body, as well as an indescribable fragrance that made people feel refreshed every time they got close to her.
Qin Xi took a deep breath, letting the fragrance of pine branches emanating from her body permeate her mind and spirit.
“Wan’er… I have an aunt who has lived a very happy life, happier than my mother. My mother thought I was a girl and couldn’t inherit the family business, so she scolded me every day and wouldn’t even look at me properly. But my father, aunt and uncle doted on me, and even my cousin always spoiled and indulged me.”
“When I was little, I felt happy even though my mother didn’t love me.”
"But... my beloved aunt is sick. We've invited many powerful alchemists to our home, but none of them have helped. I watch my aunt grow weaker day by day, but she still smiles and comforts me, saying it's nothing."
“My aunt loved sword dancing the most. She and my uncle would play the zither while he danced with the sword. They were unrestrained and elegant, yet also very approachable.”
But now she…
Qin Xi's tears, which she had previously held back, fell again. In her heart, her aunt was more like a mother than her own mother.
Even though she knew that it was her father who, seeing her mother's attitude towards her, asked his sister to take better care of their daughter.
Song Tingwan patted her back gently, just like she would coax Er Ya, "Because no one can cure your aunt, you know how heartbroken your family is. That's why you're especially angry when you see this scoundrel who preys on the families of the sick, right?"
Qin Xi buried himself in her arms and nodded sullenly.
She could empathize with him, which made her especially angry.
"And what about your aunt now...?"
Hearing Song Tingwan's hesitation, Qin Xi wiped away her tears and quickly shook her head. "Although we haven't found a way to cure her and her cultivation is declining day by day, my uncle and my father have found many miraculous medicines to help her recover."
Song Tingwan breathed a sigh of relief. She had been crying so bitterly; she had thought…
Seeing that Qin Xi had a strong desire to confide in someone, she listened quietly as she talked about her aunt's illness.
“My aunt especially likes good-looking people. My uncle is a music editor with a refined and elegant temperament. Actually, he is not as good-looking as any of the men in the handsome men's book we look at in private, but my aunt just likes him.”
As she spoke, she smiled slightly, seemingly also longing for it, but Song Tingwan couldn't help but chuckle when she heard it.
"No wonder you always love looking at beautiful women."
Qin Xi chuckled and hugged her close.
“My aunt was harmed by our family’s rival. She took that blow for my father. Our family’s rival is wicked and likes to use underhanded tactics. This time, it’s a poison that slowly drains one’s cultivation.”
“We’ve invited many alchemists, almost all of them except those in seclusion. Even Elder Fuqu of your peak couldn’t help. In recent years, I’ve heard many powerful figures mention a fairy named Pillow Sleep. I don’t know much about her, but after my father and the others visited several venerable ones with gifts, they searched for that fairy almost like madmen for two or three years, but they still couldn’t find any trace of her.”
"That fairy must be a highly skilled healer, otherwise they wouldn't be fighting so desperately."
As she spoke, the round-faced girl lowered her head. How could she be happy when she hadn't found the person she was looking for?
Song Dynasty, the fairy of pillow sleep, the immortal herself, listened to Wan, her expression unchanged, clear spring water seeping into her eyes, flowing in her gaze.
"I hear that your family has considerable power and influence, so why have you come to inquire about the Sword Sect?"
Moreover, Qin Xi was a weapon cultivator, yet he didn't go to the Tianji Sect, which focused on weapon cultivation and used intelligence as a secondary skill.
Qin Xi sighed softly, "If I were at home, my aunt would be bedridden, my father and uncle would be busy seeking medical treatment, and my mother would not like me. I don't want to stay at home and get in the way."
I can't help at all.
Qin Xi talked on and on about many things, and Song Tingwan listened patiently.
The two were being affectionate and the atmosphere was warm, while in the corner, a humanoid beast was tied up, on the verge of tears, but dared not provoke the cultivators.
Moreover, it's the Sword Inquiry Sect, which is said to kill Miao Beasts without blinking an eye, a sect within their Miao Beast Clan.
It was really unlucky; it deliberately chose a place outside the territory of the Sword Inquiry Sect, yet it still ran into them.
His good days are over.
.
Two days later.
When Baili Xijiang and his group returned from collecting evidence against the victims in the neighboring city, the Wenjian Sect also sent a disciple skilled in dealing with mythical beasts to take over their duties.
The senior brother was as upright as a pine tree and as handsome as jade, exuding righteousness. After Pei Xiang'an finished explaining the situation, he took over the list of victims and their detailed information.
“You have done very well. Although the mythical beast is not considered an evil spirit, I will report it to the sect and include it in your performance record.”
"Thank you, senior brother."
All five of them thanked them in unison.
"What are your plans, Senior Brother, for dealing with the affected Sui Village?"
Song Tingwan smiled slightly and inquired of him. Her senior brother smiled, released his sword, and carried them towards the village. "You'll see when you see it."
As expected of an inner disciple, his swordsmanship was far superior to Pei Xiang'an's.
Before she could even mention the shaky flying sword from that day, Song Tingwan looked at Pei Xiang'an's inexplicably guilty, straight back and chuckled softly, covering her mouth.
We can't forget Qin Xi about such fun things.
So the group returned to the entrance of Sui Village. After disembarking from his senior brother's flying sword, Pei Xiang'an noticed that Qin Xi, who had been in a low mood, had changed his ways and was now secretly observing him from time to time.
Needless to say, he must have heard from Junior Sister Wan that he was flying on a sword.
Helpless, Pei Xiang'an adopted a humble posture, begging for mercy. Qin Xi, secretly amused, pretended to purse her lips and chuckled to herself, but did not say anything to make fun of him in public.
Song Tingwan chuckled to herself as she watched her senior brother's reproachful gaze.
"Are you two having some kind of secret? You're exchanging glances all over each other." Baili Xijiang looked at this one and then at that one, unable to hold back his anger.
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