However, he later became a demonic cultivator.
Baili Xijiang opened his mouth wide, looking at the box of pills in his master's hand, unsure of what expression to make.
Shen Zhuochuan raised an eyebrow. "They will have to bear the pros and cons themselves."
Ghost cultivators possess immense power, and their abilities are mysterious and unfathomable.
But without a physical body, they are as if excluded from the races of the six realms, adrift and helpless.
But demonic cultivators.
It is also another existence at the bottom level.
However, now that the Demon Lord is Wanqiji, the Six Realms have changed their views on the Demon Race a lot in the past hundred years, but the impression etched in their hearts is still hard to erase.
It's as if becoming a demonic cultivator is shameful.
However, this thought was completely imperceptible to Wan Qiji.
Strength is paramount.
“I know, so I went to find Wu Ling and the others. If they are willing, I will transfer it to them; if they are not, then so be it.”
It all depends on them weighing the pros and cons.
Song Tingwan left first with light steps, while Baili Xijiang and Shen Zhuochuan exchanged a strange glance.
Baili Xijiang felt guilty and didn't dare to look at his uncle, quickly averting his gaze.
Fortunately, before leaving, Sister Ayao sent a telepathic message to her master, explaining the matter of enlightenment.
"Oh no, Master, wait for me!"
Once he was sure his master wasn't suspicious, Baili Xijiang immediately abandoned his uncle and chased after him.
Shen Zhuochuan lingered in place for a moment, his eyes filled with suspicion and inquiry.
Ayao suddenly understood and sent him a telepathic message to inform him.
But my nephew's attitude seemed a bit off.
From the day Ayao went into seclusion, things seemed unusually tense.
When he spoke with Wan'er just now, he was always carefully observing Wan'er's attitude.
This is hardly something the easygoing Baili Xijiang would do.
"Chen Zhuochuan, shall we go?"
Seeing that he hadn't followed for a long time, Song Tingwan, who was about to walk out the door, smiled and turned back.
The man put away his thoughts, smiled, and quickly followed.
Baili Xijiang followed closely behind his master, whistling and looking at the sky.
nervous.
His master was occasionally quite indulgent towards him, but his uncle was shrewd and clever, and he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hide anything from him.
He also asked his sister why she hadn't dragged their uncle onto their pirate ship.
I couldn't see my sister's expression, but her tone was calm and even a little cold.
—If Shen Zhuochuan knows, my elder sister will surely know.
She was certain.
The others echoed this sentiment.
He was quite excited at the time, having a shared secret with his sister and the others.
But at this moment, in front of his uncle and master, he still couldn't help feeling guilty.
Fortunately, Song Tingwan was focused on testing the medicine, and Shen Zhuochuan hadn't figured out the reason yet, so no one paid him any attention for the time being.
Baili Xijiang thought he was putting on a good show and happily followed the two of them around.
We inevitably chatted for a bit on the way.
Song Tingwan suddenly smiled and said, "Ayao told me she had an epiphany. Could she really be about to ascend to heaven?"
Her joking tone clearly indicated that she didn't believe A Yao would ascend at this time.
The time is clearly not right.
Baili Xijiang suddenly stumbled, and Song Tingwan quickly helped him up. Shen Zhuochuan also raised an eyebrow and lifted him up.
"Falling on flat ground?" The man looked at his nephew, whose eyes were darting around, and asked with a calm smile.
After Baili Xijiang stopped, he quickly waved his hand, "It was just an accident!"
Then, realizing he hadn't answered his master, he turned to him and said earnestly, "My sister is still young, and we'll be participating in the sect's grand competition together. Let's not put so much pressure on her. It's okay if she doesn't ascend this time after her enlightenment."
Ah Yao isn't in some kind of enlightenment retreat; she's bravely heading into a trap!
So Master, don't expect your sister to ascend to heaven.
Song Tingwan looked at him in surprise.
Is this something a junior apprentice would say?
Why can't you understand jokes anymore?
Could it be that her disciple became even more foolish after she went into seclusion?
Seeing the surprise and confusion on her face, Baili Xijiang pursed his lips and shut up, sweat beading on his back.
Oh no, has he been exposed?
“He’s been learning the prototype’s combat techniques from me recently, and he’s been fighting pretty hard lately, so he might not have recovered yet and is acting a bit silly.”
The explanation of "Chen Zhuochuan's taste is neither salty nor bland".
Song Tingwan gave him a reproachful look, "Go easy on me."
This is her only apprentice.
"Okay, I'll be more careful next time." Shen Zhuochuan smiled and agreed, and the two walked away side by side again.
Baili Xijiang immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Never mind, he should just keep quiet.
My sister clearly told me that she would be covered for by Master after he went to ask the Sword Sect.
But before he even went there, he was afraid of being exposed.
Ten days left, how am I going to get through this?
The little black dragon was worried, so it secretly sent a telepathic message to Aji and Qin Yuanyuan.
Wanqiji's words were concise and to the point: Hold on.
Qin Xi, on the other hand, would start chattering away as soon as she opened her mouth.
He wanted to brainwash himself, to tell him that his sister was simply in seclusion.
None of them were useful.
Therefore, Baili Xijiang chose—
I silently told myself that my sister had already gone into seclusion after an epiphany.
I will tell Master about my sister in ten days.
Master won't blame him! He definitely won't!
Yunyin is the territory of ghost cultivators.
The moment Song Tingwan appeared, Wu Ling emerged from some unknown corner and appeared right in front of the three of them.
"Wan'er has emerged from seclusion?"
A hidden expectation is hard to conceal.
Wu Ling was the ghost cultivator who was most familiar with Song Tingwan, so he knew that Song Tingwan had always wanted to restore their bodies.
Song Tingwan nodded with a smile, holding the box in her hands and looking up. "Here."
Wu Ling was overjoyed, and a larger mass of ghostly energy appeared before them.
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