Holding an umbrella, I raise my eyes and ask the will of Heaven.
The moment Song Tingwan threw away the defensive jade pendant, the jade pendant in Song Siyao's dantian cracked open upon hearing thunder.
The old man lay on the ground, laughing maniacally, tears streaming down his face.
It is unbelievable that the Sword Master, whose talent was unparalleled, was suppressed and imprisoned by the Heavenly Dao and used to nurse children.
But Heaven knows that he has a sword heart, and the sword he wields is never used against the innocent.
What did Song Siyao do wrong?
Could it be that she was wrong to not be favored by Heaven?
It's just fate.
They wouldn't even allow it in the face of death.
The scattered divine consciousness solidified again, and a moment felt like a hundred years had passed.
The old man cried until he was exhausted, then stood there blankly, lonely, suspended in his dantian.
He muttered listlessly, his eyes vacant, "I understand. Don't frighten the girl and her sister."
The moment he finished speaking, Zewu Immortal Lord's killing move was shattered by lightning, peach blossoms scattered everywhere. Before Song Tingwan could rummage through her treasures again, the lightning stopped abruptly and flashed before her eyes, burning a strand of Song Siyao's hair until it smoked.
Flower petals fell one after another, obscuring everyone's view.
Song Tingwan stood under the umbrella like a pine tree, staring blankly at her sister's permed hair, which was steaming hot, before using a water spell to extinguish it.
The thunderbolt was powerful, yet it ended in a way that was both laughable and lamentable, and the events that occurred in that instant attracted powerful figures to gather.
Song Tingwan's eyes widened in surprise as she silently pressed the teleportation array of the shimmering purple lotus umbrella, staring at the endless petals on the ground.
"Si Yao, remember this: it was a kind person who helped you carry it."
As soon as the words fell, a dragon shadow flashed by, and a powerful pressure descended, causing the low-level disciples who had been stunned by the heavenly lightning to lose consciousness once again.
Shen Zhuochuan arrived with his hands behind his back, only managing to catch a glimpse of the gilded purple lotus umbrella.
Song Siyao didn't know what to say to the dejected old man. Looking at the newcomer's cold gaze, she defensively drew her sword.
The powerful man silently smiled kindly at her, and strangely, the smile seemed inexplicably familiar.
Then Zewu appeared in a flash, his face solemn as he looked at the peach petals scattered on the ground.
"Oh, isn't this Immortal Lord Zewu's 'Full City of Flowers'? Who could possibly be worth you using this move on?"
"It's been many years since Zewu used this move. It's a pity we arrived too late and missed the beautiful sight."
Several Nascent Soul cultivators who were familiar with Zewu came together and joked about the flower petals covering the scene.
The usually gentle and refined Zewu was unusually serious today. He looked at the composed Song Siyao and asked sternly, "Who took the lightning tribulation for you just now?"
Ze Wu, at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage and just one step away from the Mahayana stage, could easily tell that Song Siyao was the one destined for tribulation.
Song Siyao stood with his sword in hand, slightly raising his chin. "A kind person."
Before long, the fox clan members arrived leisurely, waving their feather fans and smiling as they covered their lips, asking, "May I ask which fellow Daoist used our ancestor's move? Our ancestor hasn't provided any protective spiritual energy for thousands of years."
Her alluring gaze and seductive laughter captivated Song Siyao, who composed himself and softened his tone as he spoke to the fox spirit: "A kind person passed by and took the heavenly lightning for me."
Ze Wu frowned, but still wanted to ask, "What kind of cultivator? Is it a pill refiner?"
The more powerful a cultivator is, the less likely they are to give out jade tokens that store techniques. He had few relatives since childhood, and apart from giving them to his two disciples, he only gave one to Fairy Pillow Sleep.
There was no scent of floating pine branches around that bore the mark of the Sleeping Fairy, but the fact that she was simultaneously using the intoxicating fragrance of flowers throughout the city and the protective aura of the Fox Clan Ancestor meant that there could be no one else but the Sleeping Fairy.
As for the explanation from this kind-hearted person who is currently at the Foundation Establishment stage—
"He is indeed a kind person, but his face is obscured by a floral mask."
Shen Zhuochuan watched them from the side, and leisurely opened his folding fan and fanned himself.
"Oh? Did you see someone when you arrived, Venerable One?"
Someone bowed slightly to Shen Zhuochuan, then asked curiously.
His long hair, tied high with a jade crown, swayed slightly as he smiled mysteriously. "Yes, I saw that this Foundation Establishment cultivator had somehow provoked heavenly lightning. That person seemed to be very kind, shielding her from it but not wanting to leave his name, and left very quickly."
This person comes from the summit of Yunque, a place where powerful beings reside and play. It is said that even Mahayana stage experts obey his orders.
Such a person should not need to provide false credentials for a minor Foundation Establishment stage.
Ze Wu's complexion improved. At this moment, Yun Qian and the elders of the Sword Inquiry Sect arrived and saw that the sect leader's little disciple was surrounded by a group of powerful figures. Qian Yun's master, True Man Ning Xuan, sneered and pulled the stubborn little girl, who was standing with her sword, behind him.
After casually casting a protective barrier over the little girl, he looked at the powerful figures around him with displeasure.
"What are you doing? What are you bunch of old fogies doing surrounding our little girl from the Sword Inquiry Sect? Are you trying to bully her?"
As can be seen from his Taoist name, Ningxuan Zhenren was short-tempered and fiercely protective of his own, making him a very difficult person to deal with.
Several powerful figures who had dealt with him all ran away. Who wanted to argue with this unreasonable old man?
Following Ningxuan Zhenren's lead, Yun Qian also stepped forward and politely bowed to the seniors.
"Junior Yun Qian greets all seniors. This is Master's newly accepted personal disciple this year. He has not yet met you all. Since Master is stationed at Wenjian Sect and it is inconvenient for him to come, I will take the liberty of introducing him on his behalf."
As he spoke, he turned to the side, revealing Song Siyao, who had sheathed his sword and was expressionless.
Her senior brother was giving her a frantic signal with his eyes, and she couldn't ignore it.
"Junior Song Siyao greets all seniors."
This can be considered as Yan Shanjun's junior apprentice making a formal appearance in front of all the big shots.
Everyone still gave Yan Shanjun face and praised him.
"The little girl has a good spiritual root; the Mountain Lord has taken in another promising seedling."
"Yes, he seems to have a stubborn temper, quite similar to Lord Yan in his youth, hahaha—"
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