“What a fine phrase, ‘Just respect my Daoist heart.’”
“I, Nie Wangya, swear by heaven and earth that if I ever manage to climb back to the top, I will obey you two sisters for the rest of my life and never have any other thoughts.”
A thunderous roar echoed across the sky, followed by a deafening clap of lightning.
Heaven and earth bear witness, and the way of heaven is our testimonies.
If you disobey, you will be struck by lightning and perish between heaven and earth.
Song Tingwan tried to stop her but failed, and said helplessly, "Senior, why bother... If we're talking about it, Fellow Daoist Xiahou is more dedicated than us two sisters."
After she finished speaking, Xiahou Zhiwei waved her hand and laughed, "Don't worry about me. Just as the goddess said, I am only following my own Dao heart."
He felt that such a senior should not be in such a sorry state, and wanted to lend a helping hand, otherwise he would not be able to sleep when he got back.
After Nie Wangya finished making his vow, a smile appeared in his eyes as he looked at Xiahou Zhiwei.
"I don't have any special skills for this kid, so I can only teach him everything I've learned in my life."
If he can truly recover, he will not limit himself to verbal instruction but will personally guide him into the formation so that he can personally comprehend its intricacies.
Xiahou Zhiwei was overjoyed.
Two days later.
A sudden thunderclap on a sunny day.
The calamity fell.
The fragrance of the elixir delighted all the cultivators in the city.
Yes, two days later, the number of cultivators in this small town, which could barely be considered prosperous, increased significantly.
Song Siyao walked through the city expressionlessly, and even spotted many familiar faces from the four major sects.
They are all direct disciples of the elders and sect leaders.
Many of them greeted her warmly.
Song Siyao responded coldly, but they weren't annoyed; they passed by her with their usual enthusiasm.
Anyone who didn't know better would think that a new sect conference was being held in this small town.
"Sword Saint, it seems the goddess has emerged from seclusion. Aren't you going back?"
Another enthusiastic cultivator reminded him, and Song Siyao turned his head and nodded, "I was just about to go back."
If they hadn't greeted her one by one, she would have already gone to her older sister.
When Song Siyao returned to the inn, Nie Wangya was in tears. Xiahou Zhiwei was supporting the emotional old man, while her elder sister watched with a gentle smile.
It was obvious that the newly refined pill had been taken by the senior, and it was also clear that Senior Nie finally had spiritual energy in his body.
"Ayao is back?"
Song Siyao nodded and moved closer. "No new discoveries today."
"Congratulations, senior."
Song Siyao lowered her head slightly, a slight smile playing on her lips, genuinely happy for her senior.
Moved, Nie Wangya wiped away his tears and asked hurriedly, "From what you're saying, are you looking for something? I've been wandering around this city for many years; perhaps I can be of some help?"
The two sisters glanced sideways.
Indeed, I almost forgot about that.
"...We are searching for fragments of the Heavenly Ladder, but we do not know what they look like or what they are like."
Song Siyao pursed her lips. She had absolutely no clues, so how could she ask for help?
Nie Wangya held Xiahou Zhiwei's hand tightly, pondering as he asked him to help him sit down to the side.
Now I finally don't feel hungry anymore.
In the short two days he waited for the alchemy to be refined, he consumed almost several hundred spirit stones from Xiahou Zhiwei.
He felt a deep blush of embarrassment.
Once he recovers a bit, I'll properly pass on all my skills to this kid.
"The Heavenly Ladder? The Ascension Ladder?"
“I’ve heard from the old folks in this city that there were once wrecked objects that fell from the sky, and that anyone who got close to them would fall ill. I wonder if that’s related to what you’re looking for.”
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