But now, she has to rely on all sorts of magical artifacts to protect herself.
She didn't want everyone to look at her with pity.
But she is an irreplaceable alchemist in this world.
Ayao will gradually climb to the top of this world; she is also the strongest alchemist.
Below the Golden Core stage, all are mere ants; their physical bodies are not yet formed, and a single minor spell could easily kill her.
How could someone like her possibly stand before the public?
The cultivation world is vast, and danger can strike in the blink of an eye. An eighth-grade alchemist without the ability to protect herself is a target of envy and resentment. She can almost imagine how many powerful figures would fight over her.
Are we going to drag A Yao into rescuing her?
At the head of the table, Song Siyao felt a pang of pain in her heart at her elder sister's smile.
Silence fell over the hall for a moment.
Fuqu stood up, walked up to her, and met her eyes with a complicated expression.
"Your sister is sixteen and has reached the Golden Core stage, while you are only twenty and can already refine a fifth-grade Poria Cocos Pill. If I miss out on you, I will definitely regret it."
Those who cultivate the Tao should avoid feelings of shame the most.
She vaguely felt she would regret it if she hadn't fought for it this time.
Song Tingwan dropped her pretense and smiled at her, "But what if I live to be five hundred or a thousand years old, and I can still only refine fifth-grade pills?"
Even so, will you still accept me as your apprentice?
The little girl looked at her calmly, her gentle, smiling eyes like a calm lake, seemingly boundless yet not like flowing water.
Fuqu's words were cut off. She hesitated for a long time, then closed her eyes tightly, "...It's really fate playing tricks on us."
Many people watched with bated breath, while Song Tingwan maintained a faint smile, as if no outcome would surprise her.
In the end, Fuqu threw her sleeves and left.
Sometimes, she wished she wasn't the lord of a peak, so she could take this little girl in.
What does the reputation of the Sword Inquiry Sect matter? Is it more important than personal affection?
The elder stormed off, and Lord Yan sighed, waving his hand to have someone write it down.
“Song Tingwan, an outer disciple of the Sword Inquiry Sect, is a disciple of my personal lineage, and I will use her cultivation resources.”
pity.
All eyes were on that slender figure, especially on the disciples behind her.
A pill refiner who can refine fifth-grade pills at the age of twenty.
How many will you meet in your lifetime?
There's one right in front of us.
Unfortunately, despite his top-tier talent, he never had the chance to become a Pill Saint in his lifetime.
She's beautiful, and she has such a good attitude, accepting her fate so calmly. It's so touching, I almost cried.
As she left, almost everyone gave Song Tingwan a comforting look, and a kind senior sister even hugged her, reassuring her that there was always a way.
Song Tingwan was bewildered as a group of senior sisters hugged and comforted her one by one. Some of them couldn't help but jump around and say things like "the beauty's waist is so soft" before she was even out of sight.
It moved her to tears and left her both amused and exasperated.
With a dark expression, Song Siyao grabbed her and flew away on his sword.
Song Tingwan reached out and touched the clouds that passed by her side, quietly suppressing her momentary gloom, and her eyes returned to their gentle, smiling state.
"As long as you're strong enough, what does fate matter? I'll always find a way for you."
Suddenly, Song Siyao, who had been flying silently all the way, turned around and spoke to her with utmost seriousness.
Song Tingwan suddenly felt a surge of tenderness. She leaned against her sister and affectionately hugged her waist. "What are you thinking about, Ayao? I was just responding to Elder Fuqu's explanation."
Judging solely from the art of alchemy, making her a personal disciple might be a bit against the natural order.
Those elders and sect leaders have lived for thousands of years; if they didn't act convincingly, how could they be easily fooled?
The immersion was so strong that I almost believed it myself.
It is indeed a pity that I am born weak, and my Foundation Establishment stage is so weak that I can be easily killed by a casual blow.
However, she has a ton of life-saving magical artifacts that automatically protect their owners, and even a few Mahayana cultivators wouldn't be able to use them all up.
Despite the regret, she remained confident.
If you really encounter danger, you can use teleportation or life-saving magical artifacts, or at the very least, call on a few powerful figures to come and help.
Of all the powerful figures she had saved before, she was closest to the Fox Clan Venerable. She even opened the Yueji Pavilion in the Demon Clan. That beautiful fox was alluring and seductive, with a string of words that could make anyone blush and their heart race. She especially wanted to lure her back to the Demon Clan to give her a fox to refine pills for.
She will save her life if necessary.
"…Um."
Her older sister is a liar.
Mingming was very sad.
Song Siyao agreed without changing his expression, his desire to become stronger growing even stronger.
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