"Of course, this is my master."
Baili Xijiang proudly puffed out his chest, but a flash of blood appeared on his chin and neck.
It looks like he's injured.
What happened to your neck?
Song Tingwan reached out and turned his head around. Seeing her struggling to reach it, the tall little black dragon considerately bent down and said, "Oops, I accidentally scratched myself. It's nothing, it's nothing."
She looked closely and saw that the wound was gruesome, revealing tender pink flesh, as if a piece of skin had been scraped off.
However, the dragon's physical body is so powerful that even Shen Zhuochuan, who is at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, could beat up a demon king who is not yet at the Mahayana stage by relying on his transformed form.
One can imagine how thick-skinned and tough a dragon is.
How could it possibly cause injury?
Surrounded by a crowd of disciples who had come to pick her up, Song Tingwan had no choice but to keep quiet for the time being.
Forget it, what a troublesome apprentice.
I'll find him a sixth-grade Golden Rejuvenation Pill later.
Healing dragons is the most troublesome task for alchemists, because their skin is thick and tough, and ordinary pills have little effect on them.
Song Siyuan looked at his sister from afar and saw that she was surrounded by Wan Qiji and several other people, who should be the friends she mentioned.
She seemed lost in thought. Following his little apprentice's gaze, Yan Shanjun turned around and saw the frail girl with a radiant smile.
After the matter was over, he received Elder Queying's explanation of the whole incident in Beihe.
Whether it was her courage in facing the Demon King while protecting the child in her arms, or her skill in alchemy that concealed her true abilities, it all confirmed his initial impression of this girl.
Yan Shanjun's unwavering gaze met that of his eldest disciple, Yun Qian. Yun Qian glanced at him, then transmitted his voice to his master.
—My junior sister's older sister gave me fragrant snow lotus and spiritual spring water, saying she would make tea for me.
—By the way, Master, Uncle-Master Ningxuan asked Junior Sister Song for a large box of tea.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Yan Shanjun's lips twitched, but he tried his best to maintain a smile.
— Divide it in half.
Yun Qian almost lost his gentle smile, wishing he could slap himself a couple of times.
Go ahead and show off, go ahead and show off.
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Those entering through the outer gate and those entering through the inner gate, each returned to their own home.
The annual exams will be completely finished in two days. The elders are busy compiling the disciples' scores, and they also have two days to relax.
Song Tingwan and Qin Xi walked back to the outer gate together. After listening to her recount the thrilling events, Song Tingwan quickly told her to take a good rest for the next two days.
After agreeing to go to the dining hall together again the next day, the group dispersed.
Only Baili Xijiang, somewhat embarrassed, stopped his master.
Song Tingwan was puzzled, but she let him half-push her shoulder to the outer waterfall.
The place where she secretly gave him private lessons back in the sect.
"What's wrong? Why are you being so mysterious?"
The sound of the waterfall was so loud that it almost drowned out her gentle voice.
Several water droplets splashed on them. Baili Xijiang, in a rare awkward posture, hesitantly pulled out a wad of cloth.
"Master—"
"I'm not very strong right now, not as strong as the umbrella that my uncle could find for you, and I don't have anything else of note to show for it."
"Here, take this. Regardless of your strength, it can protect you from a fatal wound."
The crumpled cloth looked like it had been carelessly torn from a piece of clothing, still bearing the tattered patterns of a monastic robe. Baili Xijiang shoved it haphazardly into her hands, and before she could even register her slight surprise, he quickly ran away.
Looking up again, all that remained was the deafening roar of the waterfall; her little apprentice was nowhere to be seen.
Song Tingwan felt something, and her hand holding the cloth trembled slightly.
Her heart trembled, she clenched her fist, took a deep breath, and unwrapped the cloth.
When you lift it up, the cloth inside is stained with blood.
Inside the cloth were dazzling black scales.
The scales, covered in flesh and blood, made her gasp for breath.
As Shen Zhuochuan mentioned before, Baili Xijiang is considered a child among the dragons.
Young dragons that haven't grown up are naturally inferior to adult dragons, but every dragon has a hardest scale on its body.
It's the Achilles' heel.
Those are also the most sensitive scales.
How much pain he must have felt when he pulled it out.
Song Tingwan's eyes welled up with tears as she tightly gripped the bundle of cloth in her hands.
When the matter of Beihe was mentioned earlier, Wanqiji and Qin Xi both expressed their concern and worry, but her little apprentice lagged behind.
But he was usually carefree, so Song Tingwan naturally didn't think much of it. Besides, the matter of the Northern River Demon King had just ended, and he had already sent her more than a dozen telepathic messages.
I never expected him to have this trick up his sleeve.
It moved her but also made her angry.
How important is the dragon's reverse scale? People who are usually so loud and boisterous don't know how much pain they'll experience after it's been pulled.
Song Tingwan rubbed her eyes, carefully put away the scales, and went straight to the male disciples' quarters.
She gave some pills to the steward, then calmly knocked on her youngest apprentice's door.
Baili Xijiang thought it was Wan Qiji. When he opened the door and saw her, his eyes widened and he took a step back, trying to close the door.
"Master, Master, what brings you here?"
He lowered his head slightly, both afraid that his master would dislike his scales and feeling a little embarrassed.
Other dragons would use their reverse scales to give to the female dragons they liked, but in his heart, his master was more important than anyone he liked.
He even felt that his scales were not as good as the bone-regenerating pills his master had given him.
But this is the only thing he can offer for the time being.
Although, although it hurt like hell when it was pulled out.
And then there's that annoying Qin Xi, who laughed at him for spending several days locked up in his room refining a worthless elixir.
In reality, he had been in pain for several days. Once the pain subsided, he casually refined a batch of broken pills as an excuse.
"…"well.
Song Tingwan looked at the wound on his neck and handed him a sixth-grade Golden Rejuvenation Pill. "Are all of you dragons pretty stupid?"
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