The young girl had always kept her talents hidden within her clan.
"Elder, you flatter me. I simply added one more ingredient, Seven Treasures Herb, to the prescription."
A common, unremarkable elixir.
While Fuqu was still regretting that she couldn't take her as her disciple, she immediately pointed out the profound mystery of the pill formula.
He even revealed the name of the medicine in front of everyone.
Fuqu tightened her grip, but restrained herself from hurting her. "Why did you say that?"
Elixir formulas, especially rare ones, were not widely circulated.
Sects and aristocratic families hold most of the pill formulas, and the same applies to other cultivation paths. This is one of the reasons why independent cultivators have a difficult time surviving.
How could she possibly reveal such a prescription in public?
Song Tingwan smiled and said, "This is an ancient pill formula. However, the Seven Treasures Returning Pill requires spiritual energy to refine it. If you want to learn about refining pills with spiritual energy and how it can have such effects, you can go and ask Elder Pei Yuan of our outer sect for guidance."
Fuqu was taken aback, then smiled knowingly, "Indeed, you and Senior Brother Pei are on the same path."
Her senior brother persisted in this for his entire life, and she tried to understand, but she had been accustomed to using the alchemy furnace for hundreds of years and always found it troublesome.
With this girl by his side, Senior Brother should be able to happily discuss philosophy with others now.
During their conversation, the old man with a Taoist air appeared. He stopped in his tracks the moment he found his disciple and saw Song Tingwan beside him.
The subconscious instinct of a diviner is always to look at the birth chart first.
The two sisters were surrounded by a thin layer of golden light of merit, which they hadn't had when they met Song Siyao yesterday.
But what's even more surprising is that one person's chart is still a blend of gold and blood, while the other person's chart is shrouded in a thin mist, with a faint outline of gold underneath.
A person destined by Heaven.
And it is not stained with blood.
He was horrified and wanted to see more clearly, but inadvertently met Song Tingwan's emotionless gaze.
That old man looks so familiar.
In her previous life, demons occupied the city, devouring human breath and possessing human bodies. Her sister slaughtered all the demons in the city, yet she was given the title of God of Slaughter.
When the people from Tianyan Sect left, Song Siyao had just finished massacring the city, and her murderous aura was still lingering. The Supreme Elder could not see her destiny chart, but only saw the blood mist and thin golden aura.
He only sighed, "A woman destined to fail the will of Heaven will ultimately destroy the world."
In a single sentence, the entire Six Realms could not tolerate a young girl at the peak of the Golden Core stage.
So he was beaten down by the big shots and dragged into the underground prison at the top of the Cloud Palace.
That prison, without individual cells, held more than a dozen truly ruthless and wicked men.
Ten years after A Yao broke out of prison, she couldn't bear to recall even a single detail.
How could she bear to recall the sight of her mangled flesh and ruptured internal organs?
Song Tingwan gripped her sister's hand tightly, then suddenly smiled, hiding her tears, and looked at the old man with a stubborn expression.
A powerful divine sense struck Ning Chongxuan's spiritual platform the instant everyone was caught off guard.
The elderly man, who had been standing perfectly fine, suddenly lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground.
"Master!"
Su Yang rushed back in a hurry, and no one noticed that Song Tingwan's destiny chart was slowly stained with a blood-red hue.
Her heart burned, but she quickly regained her senses and forcefully suppressed the malice.
Song Tingwan fell onto A Yao, her heart pounding fiercely.
For a fleeting moment, she really wanted to kill him.
But the talisman given to him by his father in his heart started to burn.
The heat brought her back to her senses.
But is it really necessary to keep such a person around?
Even if none of this happened in this life, in the past, because of his arbitrary judgment and focus only on evil, countless people were persecuted by his pronouncements.
Song Tingwan didn't understand. Her father at home read horoscopes, and the immortal from Penglai also read horoscopes, but neither of them ever made any pronouncements or maliciously guided people to look at the worst possible outcome.
Those who try to peek into the will of Heaven will harm themselves and defy fate; they try to peek into the will of Heaven and defy its destiny.
Shouldn't we guide them properly to lead them in a positive direction?
The solution is to eliminate the threat before anything happens, thus preventing future problems.
If we consider this from the perspective of all living beings, then perhaps it can be understood.
But even then, was that person a good man who killed an entire city of demons?
She felt indignant, indignant on behalf of the younger sister in the book.
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The voice transmission light came on.
Song Tingwan lowered her eyes, ignoring the concerned voices of her younger sisters and Qin Xi and the others who had rushed over, and activated her telepathic communication.
—My dear Awan, don't get your hands dirty.
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