After the disciple-acceptance ceremony concluded, each sect led its newly accepted disciples back to their respective sects.
The Heaven-Covering Spirit Boat arrived with a wave of its hand, and Song Tingwan boarded the boat along with the outer disciples.
She looked for a long time but couldn't make out Song Siyao's figure because there were many people in between.
Each person has their own room, and the spirit boat of the Sword Inquiry Sect is so large that it resembles a small city.
Song Tingwan was suddenly very pleased. With such a profound foundation, the Wenjian Sect would surely be somewhat wary of the many forces that came for the heirloom jade.
She wasn't worried about not being able to find Song Siyao right away; she knew she would find her eventually.
The outer sect consists mostly of cultivators with low strength. Even someone like Song Tingwan, with her appearance and temperament, is stronger than most people at the initial stage of Foundation Establishment.
However, she was frail, and even when she walked with her back straight and her stride broad, she inevitably attracted the attention of others who felt sorry for her.
When she was ushered to the kitchen, Song Tingwan was both amused and exasperated.
"Tingwan, your golden-haired sister is here looking for you!"
She was still listening with a smile to her fellow students talking about the interesting things that happened at the selection meeting when a kind person suddenly raised their voice to remind her.
Turning her head, she saw Song Siyao standing by the door waiting for her.
That dazzling golden light left an impression on countless people, and her sickly older sister from the outer sect was also remembered by many.
Song Tingwan greeted her fellow disciples, then smiled and walked up to Song Siyao.
"Well? Let me guess—"
"Has he joined the sect leader's sect?"
Song Siyao nodded lightly, paused after meeting her gentle gaze, and then raised his hand to summon a sword in a crimson scabbard.
"My master provided a scabbard for my Li Guang sword."
Song Tingwan reached out and touched the ancient, heavy, crimson-black scabbard. It felt slightly cool to the touch. "It's actually made of black stone."
The Xuan Stone is a rare stone that fell from the sky. It contains the power of the five elements. If a bloodthirsty and sharp sword is used as a scabbard, it can nourish the weapon. It is extremely rare to find.
Song Siyao's Li Guang Sword was said to have been obtained by accident during his early years of wandering, but Song Tingwan knew that it was a gift from her grandfather, who had an extraordinary jade pendant.
However, the Light of Light is an ancient divine weapon with an untamed blade. Many sword sheaths that were previously found were all destroyed by this sword full of spiritual energy.
"That's good now, Li Guang has his own scabbard too."
The sword in Song Siyao's hand hummed twice, as if in response.
Song Tingwan smiled, "It is said that in addition to being the leader of swordsmanship, the sect leader is also extremely protective of his own. My father and I can rest assured now."
Mentioning this, Song Siyao put Li Guang away. "Although I don't know why you want to join the outer sect, I will be the sect leader's disciple from now on. If anyone makes things difficult for you, you can come to me."
His tone was serious, deliberately suppressing the wolf cub-like demeanor of someone gritting his teeth and surging with fighting spirit in the arena.
Song Tingwan's gratified gaze made her even more embarrassed. Song Siyao stuffed a storage ring into her hand, awkwardly left after saying a few words.
"This is a gift from my master for my apprenticeship. I don't need many of the medicinal herbs, so I'm giving them to you."
During the two weeks she was in a coma, her high priest father told her many things, about their mother, and about her beautiful older sister who was born weak but loved alchemy.
Everything Song Siyao wears and carries now was arranged by her father and Song Tingwan. There are even many spiritual artifacts that they forced into her storage ring.
For over a decade, she had been wandering and fighting, and the spiritual artifacts she had acquired were filled with the aura of slaughter and death. She couldn't offer them to her elegant father and her pure and untainted sister, so she hoped that these spiritual herbs and flowers she had obtained today could serve as a token of her gratitude.
The storage ring was extremely simple, but in Song Tingwan's hands, it brought her uncontrollable joy.
"It's really touching that Si Yao still remembers me."
The girl's straight back paused for a moment, then she quickened her pace.
Song Tingwan stood there, clutching her storage container, trying not to laugh.
Watching the figure in black robes disappear from sight, Song Tingwan lowered her eyes and smiled.
The ordinary storage ring in his hand was more precious than a divine artifact at this moment.
Even more remarkably, when divine sense casually probed inside, besides rare spiritual herbs, there were also more than a dozen defensive magical treasures.
Song Tingwan was taken aback, then a smile spread across her lips.
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The journey back to one's roots is long and arduous.
Song Tingwan and Song Siyao rarely went out; one cultivated and the other refined pills.
However, due to lack of energy, Song Tingwan had more free time than Song Siyao.
There are many talented people in this cultivation world. A thousand years ago, they created the Spirit Network to allow cultivators to exchange information.
Song Tingwan logged onto the Spirit Network and happily browsed the latest gossip.
"Buzz—"
The screen jolted, as if someone was searching for her through the spirit world.
Those close to her can be contacted via communication talismans; find her through this spiritual network—
Song Tingwan's eyes flickered slightly, and she tapped the bottom right corner with her slender fingertip.
Zewu: How have you been, Fairy?
She raised an eyebrow, a hint of helplessness in her expression. This was exactly the same as asking "Are you there?" in the past.
Immortal Lord Zewu is now one of the strongest beings in the Four Realms. The number of powerful beings who can be called Immortal Lord can be counted on one hand.
If others knew that a dignified immortal lord was sending a message on the spirit network to an outer disciple of the Sword Inquiry Sect, they would probably laugh at her for being delusional.
It's just that her weak Foundation Establishment stage cultivation, coupled with her mediocre alchemy skills, earned her the favor of the Immortal Lord.
Song Tingwan found it somewhat amusing and asked him what was wrong.
—I have an old friend whose old wound was difficult to heal. He had been seeking medical help for thousands of years without success. After learning that my wound had healed, he asked me to find a fairy to cure him.
—What harm, and to whom?
This is her rule: she doesn't help wicked people.
Villains are just cannon fodder for Feng Aotian.
Who knows if she'll run into Si Yao in the future? She certainly doesn't want to create a powerful opponent for her sister.
There was a long silence on the other end. It wasn't until she switched to the forum where they exchanged information and started laughing while covering her mouth that the page vibrated.
——Ask the leader of the Sword Sect, Lord Yanshan.
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