Yan Shanjun was both moved and amused.
But they all knew that if Yan Shanjun really wanted to do something, Yun Qian couldn't keep an eye on him or stop him.
Hidden in the clouds.
Song Tingwan began traveling among various races with her young apprentice.
He flipped through the notebook his young apprentice had kept, checking on the events that had occurred among the various races.
She looked closely, carefully examining the half-dead mermaid.
He then went back inside and tinkered with it for two or three days.
A pill with a slightly purplish tinge was refined.
The fragrance of cinnamon wafts through the air.
The half-dead merman had not fully recovered.
However, his complexion and body condition have visibly improved a lot.
Countless races came to seek her out.
Some outsiders even desperately wanted to enter Yunyin to find Song Tingwan, hoping she would save their race.
Some cultivators also tried every means to go to Yunyin in an attempt to obtain elixirs.
Song Tingwan avoided seeing him.
If she were to give in, an endless stream of people would come begging to her.
Before the handover ceremony of the Cloud Hidden Clan Chief, the new pills that Song Tingwan concocted were able to temporarily revive those dying creatures who were on the verge of death.
But that's all.
They also wanted to refine a pill to restore vitality, but it was clearly not something that could be refined from ordinary spiritual plants.
In just a few days, Song Tingwan still hadn't solved this problem.
I had some vague feeling about it, but I couldn't figure out what I could use to refine it.
Song Tingwan was somewhat confused and kept trying out various gadgets.
They even put some merit into it.
The elixirs produced are intoxicating, but ineffective in restoring life.
Until the clan chief handover ceremony.
The day before, Ayao came out of the house and performed a set of sword techniques with a refreshed expression.
Like a swimming dragon, each move and stance possessed an even greater sense of righteousness and a spirit of standing firm against the heavens and earth.
Upon hearing the sound of sword dancing, Song Tingwan walked out side by side with Shen Zhuochuan.
As the sword danced, the magnolia blossoms and leaves moved with the sword energy, making the entire courtyard exceptionally beautiful.
"My Ayao is amazing."
She chuckled and showed off to Chen Zhuochuan.
Shen Zhuochuan nodded and smiled, "You sisters are all very capable."
The two stood side by side before this beautiful scene. Song Siyao proudly sheathed his sword and raised his chin at them from afar.
"My newly created second form of the Evil-Slaying Sword."
"I haven't decided on a name yet, can you help me think of one, sister?"
Song Tingwan walked over with a light laugh, "Then I'll have to think about it carefully."
They are destined to become famous, so they can't just choose a name randomly.
"I'll leave it to my older sister."
Song Siyao twirled his sword and exhaled a breath of stale air.
“Every time Ayao makes progress, I am amazed.”
Shen Zhuochuan chuckled and praised her from the side, while Song Siyao slightly raised her eyes, her expression reserved and indifferent: "You're not bad either."
The man laughed, somewhat surprised. "It's rare to hear you praise me like this."
Song Siyao glared at him. "I wasn't praising you, it was just an objective fact."
Over the years, I've seen my older sister often chat with him, and there's always some tenderness and affection between them afterward.
She doesn't want to admit it, but she'll have to eventually.
Song Siyao withdrew her gaze, and her expression changed when she looked at her older sister.
"Sister, let's go have breakfast."
Song Tingwan covered her mouth and smiled, glancing at Shen Zhuochuan's helpless expression, and replied with a smile, "Let's go."
The two sisters walked ahead, and Shen Zhuochuan followed behind them, unable to suppress his laughter.
Song Tingwan whispered to her sister, "Look how happy you are with him."
Song Siyao didn't even bother to look back.
"Shameful."
Her future brother-in-law is such a disgrace.
It's unbearable to look at.
But the sisters' lips curved into deep smiles as the three of them passed under the magnolia tree. The sky was clear and the air was fresh, and they were all enjoying themselves.
Song Chaoxuan waited for them at the dining table. The three sat down, and in the blink of an eye, Baili Xijiang rushed in from outside, shouting, "Master! Master! I had a new idea after a nap..."
He immediately launched into a long, rambling monologue about alchemy.
The others laughed, and Song Chaoxuan gestured for them to start eating.
Then Baili Xijiang put forward several hypotheses, and Song Tingwan analyzed with him whether they were feasible. They planned to try them one by one, and breakfast ended amidst their conversation.
In the afternoon, Baili Xijiang and Song Tingwan wrote and drew on the stone table, and also searched for many things that could and could not be used in alchemy.
Shen Zhuochuan poured tea for them, watching with great interest as Song Siyao practiced the sword technique he had created that day.
I watched it many times, and even picked up a dry branch myself. Although I wielded a spear, I felt a sense of exhilaration and enlightenment when I repeated her swordsmanship.
Flowers fall into the sky.
A withered branch swept past, and the petals split in two and fell to the ground.
Song Siyao, who was focused on practicing her swordplay, paused and looked over in surprise.
The man's aura was off.
This is an airflow that is subtly about to break through.
Sure enough, the withered branch exploded into ashes in the man's well-defined hands.
Song Tingwan and Baili Xijiang also looked up when they heard the sound.
Shen Zhuochuan turned back to them and smiled: "I'm afraid I won't have the honor of attending the handover ceremony."
"I need to leave for a while to break through."
His gaze was fixed on Song Tingwan, who smiled gently at him in the sunlight, "Go quickly."
The man nodded and nimbly flew into the mountains.
A long spear pointed straight to the sky, followed by a force that shook the heavens and earth, sweeping out from the mountains.
The people of Yunyin looked at the mountains, which seemed to be a force unlike that of their own clan.
It looks like that little white dragon.
Ah Wan's future Daoist partner.
It's alright now.
Perhaps it's because Shen Zhuochuan and Baili Xijiang often interacted with Yunyin, but the Dragon Clan has also frequently come here in recent years.
They even knew who that mischievous red dragon from back then was.
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