Chu Tan is now a Pill Saint, just like her disciple.
He became much calmer, leading his men into the city in an orderly fashion and taking over the seriously injured cultivators from the rogue cultivators.
I was busy for about an hour.
People were carrying the wounded over here. Suddenly, someone descended from the sky on a sword. With a tall and straight figure like a pine tree, he looked around, frowned, and had a slightly cold expression. His body was covered in foul-smelling blood.
Everyone gasped and moved aside, with those of lower cultivation levels trembling with fear as they hid further back.
Song Siyao's face was covered in blood, and his murderous aura had not faded. He looked like someone not to be trifled with.
Chu Tan's gaze drifted over, and after crushing the pill and applying it to the cultivator whose neck was covered in blood and gore, he slowly approached.
"The Sword Saint Si Yao is actually here."
Since people from different sects often traveled together, the two became acquainted.
Chu Tan used to call her Fellow Daoist Song, but now he calls her Sword Saint, which left Song Siyao momentarily confused.
After a slight pause, Song Siyao came over and asked him, "Have you seen my older sister?"
He didn't reply to my telepathic message.
She rushed back after killing the maddened monster.
But there was no sign of my elder sister.
Chu Tan's handsome face showed a slight surprise. "The Sleeping Goddess? It is said that she uses her magic to save people in the city."
Song Siyao nodded indifferently, showing no intention of exchanging pleasantries, and turned to look for someone.
Chu Tan hesitated as he watched his fellow disciples bustling about, their lives fraught with difficulty. He wondered if he would be able to manage without them.
In the end, he didn't follow, and instead turned around to treat the seriously injured cultivators again.
Song Tingwan's vast expanse of crimson mist saved countless lives. Those with minor injuries were healed, those with serious injuries were reduced to minor injuries, and those on the verge of death were brought back to life, given enough time for treatment.
No wonder the Sleeping Goddess is so renowned in the Six Realms; her kind heart wins people's hearts.
When Song Siyao found his elder sister, she was frowning and confronting someone, while many cultivators were trying to mediate.
That's quite unusual.
My sister rarely argues with anyone.
Song Siyao quickly approached, afraid that she would be bullied.
“The people inside are dying. You can slice this place flat with your sword. As long as you can see them, being injured is better than dying. I can save them.”
"The ruins are piled up so high that they can only be cleared little by little. If I don't control my strength when I strike with my sword, he will die instantly."
The stubborn swordsman didn't even look at her. As he spoke, he used his sword to restrain himself and clear away the ruins.
Both sides were furious.
Song Tingwan and the medical and alchemy practitioners around her were very anxious.
If Ayao were here, there would be no need to say so much to this person.
“My name is Zhenmian. You should have heard of me. If you keep talking nonsense, the people inside will really die.”
The sword cultivator turned around and glared at her, "How could a powerful alchemist like the Pillow Sleep Goddess appear here? Don't try to fool me, or it will be too late to save people if you keep making noise."
After saying that, he turned around and quickly cleared the ruins.
Song Siyao glanced at his elder sister and that familiar person, raised an eyebrow, sensed them for a moment, and then drew his sword, Li Guang.
"call out--"
The entire ruins were ripped up by the sword energy.
The family inside was also blown away by the sword energy.
Song Tingwan realized what was happening and waved her sleeve as the crimson mist descended.
The swordsman closest to the injured also reacted and quickly used his sword to dodge the ruins and rescue the whole family.
Some of the mist was blocked by the ruins, but it still fell on the family who had almost lost their lives.
By the time they were put on the ground, they were already able to stand up easily.
The family gasped and helped each other up.
The sword cultivator and Song Tingwan also turned around at this moment.
Song Siyao put away Li Guang and walked over with a smile.
"Sister, Fellow Daoist Lü."
She first walked to a position next to her elder sister and bowed to the stubborn swordsman.
Seeing that the family was all well, Song Tingwan breathed a sigh of relief. Only when she came to her senses did she realize that her younger sister knew this person.
"You know him?"
Song Tingwan frowned.
If the ruins weren't made up of heavy, fragmented stones that she couldn't move, she would have done it herself.
There's no time to argue with this person.
"Fellow Daoist Song?" Lu Wanjian was taken aback, then looked at Song Tingwan and suddenly bowed to her.
"sorry."
"The situation was urgent just now, and I was in a hurry to argue with you. I really didn't expect that a powerful alchemist would appear in this nameless little town."
"My swordsmanship is inferior to Fellow Daoist Song—oh, no, times have changed. My swordsmanship is inferior to Sword Saint Si Yao, and I cannot control the sword energy as precisely as the Sword Saint did just now,"
This person's apology was also very formal and meticulous.
But very sincere.
Song Siyao chuckled, "That's just how Fellow Daoist Lü is."
Seek stability, avoid risks.
But the intention is good.
Song Tingwan had no intention of arguing with him. "It's alright, you were just trying to save people."
She could see him frantically clearing away the rubble.
In a critical situation, it's easy to get angry.
"Sorry, I have face blindness, otherwise I would have recognized the goddess."
Lü Wanjian was very embarrassed.
Song Tingwan looked at her younger sister suspiciously, "Then how did you recognize my sister?"
Lu Wanjian smiled sheepishly, "Sword energy."
He's a sword cultivator.
It's quite normal to judge someone by their sword aura, isn't it?
Song Tingwan nodded, suppressing a laugh. "A very unique way of judging people."
Song Siyao was also laughing.
"Fellow Daoist Lü is a friend I met during my travels. Since we have the chance to meet again, shall I treat Fellow Daoist Lü to a meal today?"
Song Tingwan looked up in surprise.
Ayao rarely speaks up on her own initiative.
"Haha, that won't do."
After laughing, Lü Wanjian introduced himself to Song Tingwan in a serious tone: "My name is Lü Wanjian. I am deeply sorry for what happened today. Let me treat you to dinner today."
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