After he finished speaking, there was complete silence around him.
Song Tingwan's lips twitched slightly.
This child has never seriously studied alchemy.
Talent-based?
"...What the hell?"
Another person spoke, followed by a burst of laughter.
"Kid, you have no idea how to refine pills." The cultivator squatting in front of him sighed and said, suppressing a laugh.
The little guy blushed, "I've listened to Pei Dansheng's lectures!"
Song Tingwan couldn't resist walking over to him and reaching out to rub his head.
"You only listened to him teaching people how to refine the Qi Gathering Demon Pill, didn't you?"
They started by refining pills and learned the process.
But the most important aspect, the divine consciousness, was completely unknown to them.
The child figured it out entirely on his own.
"You're pretty good."
Song Tingwan smiled and sighed.
"Fellow Daoist, do you really believe that these pills were made by this child?"
The monk who was arguing with the child frowned and stood up.
Song Siyao slowly glanced at him with his sword in hand, and the cultivator remained silent for a moment, but was also quite stubborn.
“He is young, so if he lies or steals, he can change his ways as soon as possible.”
At such a young age, engaging in fraudulent activities is a serious offense that the demon realm is currently cracking down on.
He couldn't bear to see the child go astray.
Despite being stared at by countless people, Song Tingwan remained remarkably composed. "He doesn't seem like the type to steal; perhaps he has some unspeakable reason."
Among the crowd, most of the cultivators who recognized her as the Sleeping Goddess suppressed their excitement and silently posted messages on the Spirit Network.
Unexpectedly, attending a demon clan alchemy conference led to an encounter with the Sleeping Goddess herself.
However, the goddess seemed to like the child's appearance; perhaps the child truly had talent?
Some people on the internet speculated whether the Sleeping Goddess would take the child as her disciple.
Baili Xijiang of the Yunyin Clan was reminded to open the Spirit Network, and upon seeing it, he saw that the dragon scales were about to explode.
Black dragon scales spread across his neck, and he was furious.
"Master won't just pick up any disciple!"
"I am my master's only precious disciple!"
Song Tingwan was still laughing when her telepathic messages were suddenly bombarded by her little apprentice.
Upon hearing this, she replied with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.
"Don't worry, I'll let you know if I want to take on new apprentices."
She just wanted to see how talented the child was.
Just as she was distracted by Baili Xijiang's telepathic message, a path suddenly parted in the crowd.
Someone approached with light footsteps.
"Sister Song, why didn't you tell Ayu when you came to the Demon Realm? Do you not like Ayu?"
A boy with grapes embroidered on the hem of his dress walked out of the crowd and stood in front of them, his beautiful fox-like eyes full of smiles.
Her tone was aggrieved and sad.
That's Liu Muyu's usual tone.
Four demons carrying a soft couch caught up behind him.
But how could Liu Muyu sit on the couch looking down at his Sister Song?
He should be the one looking up to him.
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