At least I can stay on Fuqu Peak as an elder who teaches classes.
Nie Wangya, with the wisdom of someone who has been through it all, looked at the three young people with a smile.
"But when all cultivation is lost, all good intentions will turn into malice."
Friends, sect, family?
Perhaps at first, you might sympathize with him and offer a few words of comfort, but after one, two, or five years, all friendship and affection will be gone.
They no longer bothered to discuss Dao with someone who had lost all his cultivation and needed to eat constantly.
Such is the fickleness of human nature.
At first, Nie Wangya also felt that his relatives, friends and fellow disciples were all friendly, and even if he lost his cultivation, he still had the skill of array formations, so he would never fall into poverty.
But in reality...
They saw it too.
Nie Wangya watched the rain fall from under the eaves and gave a self-deprecating smile.
So what if he's lucky enough to meet the legendary strongest alchemist? He can't afford to pay for it, so why should the other person help him?
The thought had just formed in his mind.
Xiahou Zhiwei squatted down beside him, and the boy earnestly turned his shoulder and said, "I'll pay for you."
He was introverted and shy, yet he was determined to pay an exorbitant sum for someone he had only known for less than three days.
It is the sincere heart of a young person.
Nie Wangya was stunned for a moment, then laughed.
She brushed his hand away and plopped down on her stomach.
"Although we have only known each other for a few days, I can tell from your words that your senior brother's skills are now no less than mine. You can go back and continue to learn skills. I can only point out your mistakes, but I can no longer personally guide you to appreciate the wonders of formations."
When he was starving to death, he really just wanted to scare the child into giving him a bite to eat.
It was clear that he was exceptionally talented and receptive to advice, so Nie Wangya couldn't help but offer him some guidance.
He treated me to a meal, and I gave him some pointers.
The matter should be settled.
But Xiahou Zhiwei was too honest and simple-minded, and actually followed behind this beggar, paying for his meals.
Xiahou Zhiwei was at a loss after being rejected. Seeing Nie Wangya actually sit down on the ground, Xiahou Zhiwei subconsciously looked at the two sisters.
“Goddess of Sleeping Pillow, I am the youngest son of the Xiahou family. I am offering my payment on behalf of my senior. Please examine his health.”
The two Song sisters stood in the rain, with Song Siyao holding a gorgeous purple umbrella for her older sister.
Xiahou Zhiwei clasped his hands in a gesture of respect and bowed to the Sleeping Goddess.
"You're such a gullible child, so easily fooled..."
Seeing his behavior, Nie Wangya covered his forehead and sighed.
To put it bluntly, he's stupid.
If he really fabricates an identity, Xiahou Zhiwei will definitely be fooled until he has nothing left.
"Our predecessors should not have fallen to this state."
Xiahou Zhiwei stiffened her neck, her eyes slightly red.
It wasn't just him.
The Song sisters thought the same way.
Song Siyao held an umbrella for her older sister, and Song Tingwan approached, bowing her head and smiling slightly at the senior.
"Since you have experienced the coldness and warmth of human relationships, you must not be willing to let down Fellow Daoist Xiahou's kindness."
Nie Wangya: "..."
It was truly touching.
"Senior, please let the goddess take a look."
Xiahou Zhiwei reached out to Nie Wangya, wanting to help him up.
Nie Wangya looked up at the sincerity in the boy's eyes.
After a while, he closed his eyes and grasped the hand the boy extended.
After a cup of tea.
The most luxurious private room in the restaurant.
Xiahou Zhiwei ordered a table full of dishes, and the three of them waited quietly for Nie Wangya to finish his meal before looking at him seriously.
Song Tingwan asked gently, "Senior, I will use my spiritual energy and divine sense to examine your body. You don't need to reject my power."
Having learned from past mistakes, she made a point of emphasizing this to the senior colleague before taking action.
Nie Wangya nodded calmly, behaving very cooperatively this time.
After Song Tingwan finished her examination and opened her eyes, Nie Wangya, who had been slacking off all these years, asked anxiously, "How is it?"
My throat felt slightly tight, even though I had just drunk two or three pots of spiritual tea.
Song Siyao and Xiahou Zhiwei also stared intently at her.
Song Tingwan took a sip of tea slowly, pondered for a moment, and then said, "It's a bit complicated, but it's not difficult to recover."
No wonder Senior Nie is in such a dejected state; even ordinary medical and alchemy practitioners would find it troublesome.
If it were her in the past, she might also have been helpless.
Fortunately, she encountered the current Sleeping Goddess.
"I'll refine pills for you, so let's postpone the payment for now. Once you've returned to the ranks of array masters, you'll be part of our network, so we'll be the ones who benefit the most."
Song Tingwan smiled gently, her expression somewhat complicated, as the pill in her hand could not cure the old man.
Nie Wangya stood there, stunned.
He was severely injured by villains from both the demon and monster factions, captured and humiliated, and his cultivation was later destroyed. The demonic power intertwined and became deeply entangled in his body, leaving even an eighth-grade alchemist helpless.
But she said it wasn't difficult.
They were even willing to owe him his payment.
Nie Wangya was somewhat dazed, feeling as if all the luck in his life had been used up in these few days.
On the verge of starvation, he met a sincere young man, and through this young man, he met the gentle, smiling girl before him.
"...What are you after?"
Such kindness is selfless and asks for nothing in return.
What's the point?
Nie Wangya looked back and forth at the three of them, tears streaming down his face.
Song Tingwan thought for a moment, then spoke softly: "I've seen geniuses murdered and forced to hide in anonymity to escape persecution; I've seen sect prodigies reduced to piles of corpses; and I've seen heroes grow old, and elders nearing the end of their lives..."
“I don’t want to see these regrets happen, and I happen to have the ability to change it all.”
"Just follow my Daoist principles."
She laughed.
She was as dazzling as a real goddess.
Nie Wangya stared at her blankly for a long time, then suddenly smiled.
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