Song Tingwan nodded slightly and answered softly and slowly, "Yes."
Shen Zhuochuan and Ze Wu's gazes fell on her, both watching her silently.
"What's so great about being an outer disciple? Why don't you come to my Penglai and become my personal disciple?"
The old man stroked his long beard, his drooping eyelids revealing a deep gaze as he looked at her and smiled.
Everyone was shocked by these words.
Penglai has long been known as the Island of Immortals, and its people are skilled in divination and fortune-telling. Just like the immortals of Penglai, their Mahayana cultivation level is not considered high among those present, yet they are able to sit in the main seat.
They were highly respected and also wary of his exceptional divination skills.
Unlike sects, Penglai never holds a grand ceremony to recruit disciples. Instead, its disciples are chosen from among those who have traveled the world and are destined to enter Penglai.
Why would someone like that accept Song Tingwan as his personal disciple?
The cultivators who hadn't paid her any attention before were startled and looked at her closely.
A scrutinizing gaze and a divine sense probing her strength surged forth simultaneously. Song Tingwan stood calmly, her mere Foundation Establishment stage was no exaggeration.
Even physical imperfections.
The big shots could tell her aptitude at a glance.
"What a pity."
Many people shook their heads.
He should have had excellent qualities, but his health held him back.
"No, the alchemist that the rogue cultivators have been praising these past few days is you, isn't he?"
Suddenly, the elder of the Suspended Pot Sect, who had been watching her for a long time, slapped his forehead, huffed and puffed as he walked up to her and circled around her, looking her over.
"Your Foundation Establishment cultivation is really holding you back. With your alchemy skills, becoming a revered Alchemy Saint would be a piece of cake."
The small foundation-building exercise attracted everyone's attention.
Zewu's probing divine sense swept over her body three times.
After the elder of the Suspended Pot Sect finished speaking, Ze Wu's gaze was also fixed on Song Tingwan.
Strange, their cultivation levels are the same.
With this level of cultivation, it would be absolutely impossible to refine an eighth-grade pill.
Could it really not be her?
Song Tingwan's divine consciousness, comparable to that of the Tribulation Transcending stage, quietly lurked within her body. She weakly covered her lips with a handkerchief, coughed lightly twice, and then looked at the Penglai Immortal with a troubled expression.
“There are elders in my family who are skilled in divination and fortune-telling. Everyone is interested in divination and destiny, but I have been weak since childhood, and my elders do not want me to enter the Taoist path.”
They speak very slowly.
The feigned weakness was half true and half false, but the statement itself was true.
The high priest Xuan Naiyun of the Song Dynasty, it was only natural for his daughter to inherit his father's position.
However, she was born with a weak constitution, and divination would harm her body and mind. Song Chaoxuan and the clan chief were deadlocked for many years, and finally agreed not to let her inherit the position of high priest.
With the position of High Priest lost to succession, the father could only keep an eye on the clan school every day, hoping that a promising young man could take over the position of High Priest.
He had been watching a young boy in the clan for two years, and Song Tingwan felt that he was the right person to succeed her. However, her father shook his head and said that it was not the right time yet.
Looking back now...
There must be some secret that he can't let anyone else know.
Song Tingwan guessed that it was related to the sisters.
My father has many secrets in his heart, and if he doesn't want to talk about them, you can't pry them out of his mouth no matter what.
Having lived with her father for so many years, she believes in letting things take their course.
When the time is right, those who need to know will know.
"Hahaha, if I'm not mistaken, you are Song Chaoxuan's daughter, aren't you?" The immortal from Penglai laughed heartily, his smile much more familiar than his previous polite one.
I was just thinking about my father when I heard his name the next moment.
Song Tingwan was slightly taken aback, then shook her head when she met Song Siyao's questioning gaze.
She didn't know what was going on either.
"Song Chaoxuan's daughter?!" The Lion Clan Protector slammed his fist on the table and stood up, suddenly glaring at her angrily.
Song Tingwan silently took a step back, this time genuinely feeling somewhat lost.
Father's...enemy?
My father, whom I remembered as someone who rarely left the house, actually had such a wide network of connections.
"What are you two seniors doing here...?"
Gently pushing aside her younger sister who had instinctively blocked her way, Song Tingwan turned around and patted her hand reassuringly before smiling politely at the two of them.
I was very puzzled.
The Lion Clan Protector gritted his teeth and wanted to rush down, but was held down by the Ancestor of the Hehuan Sect: "Calm down, big lion."
"That damned fortune teller! He predicted to my face that my lion clan would be wiped out because of his arrogance and jealousy. Since you are his daughter, you should die in his place!"
He had a deep impression of it; it had just taken over as the leader of the lion clan and encountered a handsome and refined monk as soon as it stepped out.
The demon race was quite friendly to cultivators. He kindly asked the other person if he needed help. The person looked at him for a long time and then gave him this comment.
He was so angry at the time that he almost punched someone. If the Demon King hadn't stopped him, he definitely would have given him a beating.
The man, however, was very confident. He shook his head mysteriously, said his name, and added that they would meet again in the future.
He was furious, wishing he could slap this human cultivator who was staring at him strangely while coughing up blood to death.
Although he was stopped by the Demon King, the ominous prophecy made him remember the name deeply.
Xuan of the Song Dynasty.
I'll definitely beat him up sometime.
Looking back, when the Lion Protector attacked with his sharp claws and paws, he was stopped once again.
Before Song Siyao, the Immortal of Penglai, Shen Zhuochuan, and two elders of the Wenjian Sect all made their moves simultaneously.
"What, you think I'm giving you face by sitting down here today? Do you really think the Sword Quest Sect is a vegetarian?"
Unable to contain his anger any longer, the Ferocious Immortal threw out a small ball of true fire in a sarcastic tone, setting the Lion Protector's hair ablaze.
It is extremely insulting.
If this matter hadn't involved the demon race, this hot-tempered guy would never have gotten to sit up there.
Shen Zhuochuan straightened up and smiled slightly: "It would be better if the demon race could send someone else in the future."
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