Song Tingwan was tolerant of women and always loved to help people without expecting anything in return.
During her years of travel, she met many women, helped many girls, and gave away many elixirs. But when she saw their grateful and rejuvenated gazes, Song Tingwan didn't feel like she had lost out at all.
“I left the village and went to Jiangcheng, which you mentioned, but I don’t like embroidery. I want to walk the world like you and save women like me.”
"Now I am a sword cultivator. Although my cultivation level is very low, I have been to many places."
"I enjoy watching fellow cultivators fight, and I love the wind blowing past my ears when I fly on my sword, and the clouds that seem within reach."
The two stood beside the spirit ship, gazing at the boundless sky, where spirit birds frolicked in the clouds, and below lay towns of endless luxury or ruin.
Song Tingwan smiled gently and listened patiently to Zhuang Xing's rambling.
Congratulations on your new life!
She went from being a pitiful woman in a village who was beaten by her husband to becoming a sword cultivator who travels the world with his sword.
How can it not be a freshman?
"Thank you, Miss Song."
Zhuang Xing, sword in hand, bowed solemnly to her; this was the benefactor of her life.
"I joined the Heavenly Sword Sect. Although my strength is not good now, I will always remember this kindness. If Miss Song doesn't mind and there is anything I can do to help you in the future, please feel free to ask."
Song Tingwan smiled and agreed, without saying anything about not expecting anything in return.
The next day, Zhuang Xing arrived at the destination. After bidding her a reluctant farewell, Song Tingwan stood by the railing, looking at the high-hanging sun and the birds chirping loudly, feeling a sense of peace and tranquility.
It was the first time I had seen the world so clearly; I could see the feathers of birds falling and sense everything that was making noise on the ship.
Such vibrant people and things.
It is a book.
It is also a world that truly exists.
It cannot be summarized by just one sentence or a few fleeting images.
People like Zhuang Xing, who are not mentioned in the book, are also flesh and blood, and have their own aspirations.
My mind stirred slightly, and something seemed to become clearer in my mind.
Song Tingwan wants to start refining pills right now.
She turned around, spent ten spirit stones to book a room, and immediately began refining pills after setting up an array with the spirit stones.
Rank 7 and above will attract strange phenomena in heaven and earth. Song Tingwan suppressed her overwhelming enlightenment and took out spiritual plants to refine Rank 6 pills.
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Five days later.
A fragrant aroma of elixir suddenly filled the spirit ship, which was refreshing and invigorating. This was most noticeable to cultivators, whose minds became clear and their spiritual perception became stronger.
Suddenly, thunderclouds gathered.
It was suspended above the spirit boat.
Tens of thousands of people were in a panic, and many highly skilled cultivators came out to maintain order.
Despite having attracted a lightning tribulation while refining a sixth-grade pill, Song Tingwan released her divine sense, pursed her lips slightly, and took out the shimmering purple lotus umbrella.
The moment the umbrella handle was pressed, a teleportation array bloomed beneath my feet.
In a dazzling spin, it also disappeared from the ship.
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