During a break from their intense sparring, Song Siyao personally escorted Xiaoyuer to the outer sect of Sword Peak to report for duty.
“Fuqu Peak will begin classes today. My sister can’t come, so I’ll take her there.”
The mother and son have settled down in the past two days. Zhuang Niang has become a junior manager of the outer sect of Sword Peak through her own abilities. Today, she took her son's hand and handed his little hand to Song Siyao.
"Thank you for your help, Fellow Daoist Song."
The woman, dressed in a strikingly elegant purple steward's uniform from the Wenjian Sect, stood there smiling at her.
Having had a great time these past two days, Song Siyao nodded in a good mood, "Don't worry."
Little Fish, dressed in his brand-new Jianfeng cyan disciple's robe, obediently turned around and waved to his mother.
Song Siyao had never raised a child before. Holding his soft hand, she remained expressionless but secretly glanced at the little guy, moving further and further away from Zhuang Niang, somewhat afraid that he would cry.
The children I remember are all like this: spoiled by their parents, prone to crying, and like to throw tantrums.
I envied them when I was a child.
But not anymore.
The two, one big and one small, held hands and quietly went to the outer gate.
Song Siyao was amazed. Seeing the little guy standing at the door with his head down, he suddenly squatted down.
"You are the child I brought back, so you must practice your swordsmanship well."
Under the guise of giving earnest instructions, she actually wanted to see if he was crying.
Sure enough, the child's big eyes filled with tears, but he wiped them away without saying a word upon hearing this.
He gripped the dull little iron sword hanging on his chest and nodded heavily at her.
"Sister, I will practice my swordsmanship diligently."
"I want to become a sword cultivator like the sect leader, and then tell everyone that I am not the child of the demon king, but just my father and mother's little fish."
He has been very silent since returning from Beihe.
Zhuang Niang took him to see a doctor specializing in alchemy and medicine, but everyone just said that he had been frightened and it was normal for the child not to have recovered.
But he understood; he knew he wasn't his parents' child.
They also learned that their father was hiding from a big bad guy.
If he practices swordsmanship diligently and becomes even more powerful than the worst villain, his father will be able to return to his side.
Song Siyao stared at him for a moment with a deep gaze.
She was unusually gentle, and with slightly stiff movements, she patted his head. "Okay, I believe you."
She deliberately imitated her older sister's tone and mannerisms, but... cough cough, the effect wasn't great.
But Little Fish was very happy.
The little boy was sullen and didn't dare to tell his mother. He was in a new place and didn't know anyone. Finally, he told his sister Si Yao everything at once, and he felt less sad.
The child's chubby cheeks swayed when he smiled, and Song Siyao curled her lips slightly.
"Let's work together to protect those we want to protect."
"good!"
She took Xiaoyuer's hand and personally handed it to the outer sect elder.
Influenced by Xiaoyuer, Song Siyao's desire to become stronger was even greater today. After sparring with more than twenty Golden Core cultivators, he broke through a minor realm on the spot.
The news spread, and everyone wanted to learn from her to break through in combat. People lined up to spar with her.
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When Song Tingwan met the students from Class C for the first time after the annual exam, she smiled and accepted their amazed looks.
Unexpectedly, Song Tingwan, who seemed so gentle and weak in their class, had hidden her true talents.
Pei Yuan walked in with his hands behind his back, his gaze, like everyone else's, glancing at Song Tingwan once more.
She remained seated in the back row, calmly nodding and smiling at him.
It seems that neither the words nor the regrets she suffered had caused her any harm.
To some extent, Pei Yuan empathized with her.
The old man walked slowly, then withdrew his gaze and continued his lesson with a calm expression.
"Today's prescription is the Pure Spirit Pill..."
The nine towering peaks are all different, especially Fuqu Peak, which is covered with pink fluttering flowers and is the most pleasing to the eye when viewed from afar.
Song Tingwan sat upright, listening to the elder's lecture, and together with everyone, they refined the spiritual plant step by step, condensing it into a pill.
Almost as soon as Pei Yuan finished speaking, she had already finished.
The old man at the head of the table spoke at the same pace, but the more he watched her skillful and natural movements, the happier he became.
His guess was right; this young girl practiced the same alchemy as him.
Using their own spiritual energy as a medium, they condense pills, resulting in more potent medicines and a pill-refining speed that is more than ten times faster than that of ordinary people who borrow a pill-refining furnace.
Their gazes passed over the disciple between them. Song Tingwan no longer hid anything, and as he finished speaking, the ten second-grade pills she had refined slowly fell into the bottle.
Facing his complex and pleased gaze, the woman slowly raised her eyes and gave him an affirmative nod.
I am on the same path as you.
Pei Yuan's path has been lonely. In his youth, he was praised by everyone, but after falling into the abyss, no one has affirmed him for many, many years.
The old man's eyes were brimming with tears. He thought he should find some time to talk to her.
He talked about his long-lost Daoist alchemy and discussed the Dao with like-minded people.
Elder Pei was exceptionally happy that day, and added an extra hour of lessons for them, unable to resist mentioning his past glories.
This was the first time that the students of Class C had ever heard of this old-fashioned teacher's glorious past.
This included Baili Xijiang. After class, he reminisced about it to Song Tingwan. She watched the eagles soaring overhead and sighed softly.
"It's just that I was born at the wrong time."
If Elder Pei had been born in the era of the Pill Ancestor, perhaps the title of a chosen one of heaven would have accompanied him throughout his life.
For tens of thousands of years, the glorious era of alchemy has faded into the past. Alchemists of average talent have relied on alchemy furnaces to pass down their knowledge from generation to generation, and the original alchemy path is no longer understood by anyone.
Why make things difficult for yourself when there are easier and more convenient methods available?
Seeing that she looked unwell, Baili Xijiang remained silent for a moment before asking, "Will Master help Elder Pei?"
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