Judging from the quantity, it was the maximum share that inner disciples could receive. While the other party said that they didn't need it, they stuffed all the spiritual herbs for the six people into her hands.
"...My uncle is the managing elder!" The man's momentum weakened a bit, but he quickly became arrogant again.
The surroundings became much quieter. The elder in charge held considerable resources, and ordinary outer disciples couldn't afford to offend him.
A soft laugh rang out, and Song Tingwan's eyes crinkled into a dazzling smile. "Oh dear, what a coincidence, my sister is the sect leader's newly accepted disciple."
The woman opened her eyes, and though she was just sitting there and chuckled, she inexplicably exuded a certain arrogant air that made her impossible to ignore.
"And what else? Elder Fuqu often sends people looking for you, doesn't she?" Qin Xi chuckled beside her, adding another comment.
...
The dining hall fell silent for a moment, then the three who had caused the trouble turned red in the face, feeling humiliated, gritted their teeth and slunk away.
The dining hall returned to silence, and the man who had remained motionless even when being provoked stood up.
Wan Qiji stood before them, his tall figure, as imposing as a mountain, slightly bowing as he said thank you in a hoarse voice.
Song Tingwan couldn't bear it; after all, he was her future brother-in-law.
"Your food got overturned, are you still going to get full?"
According to the rules of the Sword Inquiry Sect, one can only take a maximum of two dishes per meal from the dining hall; any more than that will require spending spirit stones to purchase.
Although he was wearing the outer disciple's robes, his hair was tied up with a tattered strip of cloth, and he had no ornaments on his body, not even a spatial ring.
Wan Qiji met the woman's softened... loving gaze.
I was a little stunned.
Seeing that he didn't move, Song Tingwan misunderstood and got up to go to the window.
"Another meal, please."
The older woman pushed the food out, and Song Tingwan swiped her ID card and returned with the plate.
"Here you go. If you ever go hungry or if they cause you trouble again, you can come to me."
Song Tingwan radiated kindness, while Wan Qiji remained silent as he looked at the plate handed to him.
He seemed somewhat incredulous that there were still people in this world who would extend kindness to him for no reason.
His wary gaze fell on the new meal.
The plate, which a body cultivator could easily lift with two fingers, was being held by a woman whose slender fingertips were turning white.
It seemed as if it was about to collapse.
"Here you go," Song Tingwan said with a gentle smile.
Wan Qiji looks just like Si Yao when she was first found.
The thought made her want to grind those scum from the slave gladiatorial arena to dust once more.
“…Thank you.” Wan Qiji silently accepted the gift, his tall figure walking back to his previous seat.
Song Tingwan smiled faintly as she watched him continue eating, encouraging him to eat more and work harder so that he could fight alongside Si Yao in the future.
"Wan'er, why are you helping him?"
Qin Xi looked at the inexplicable smile on her face and asked, puzzled.
"Perhaps it's because I want to help Song Siyao from the past."
In that part of the story, Song Siyao, who had just experienced family affection but was cruelly stripped away, was chased and bullied and had his dignity trampled on all the way. If there had been kind people who came to his rescue, and if he had encountered more kindness, how could he have hardened his heart and used killing to prove his path?
"Perhaps what?" Qin Xi urged her when she didn't finish her sentence.
Song Tingwan smiled and said, "Perhaps he thinks he and my sister will get along very well."
Si Yao is doing much better now. She's still a prickly little wolf cub, but she occasionally lets her guard down and talks to her.
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In addition to the courses they choose, outer disciples also have a mandatory major course on cultivation.
The teaching space was spacious, and there was always a fierce competition for the front row.
Qin Xi was not short of money and often used spirit stones to buy places from people.
But today it seems we've encountered a tough opponent.
"Hey, I was the one who bought it from him first!" Qin Xi said angrily, hands on her hips.
The other party was a male cultivator dressed in very flamboyant clothes. He was tall and handsome, and even his disciple's robes could not hide his noble air.
Because he was covered in jewels.
From head to toe, it's packed full.
It's dazzling.
"Highest bidder wins. I'm not short of money."
The man, in a playful tone, casually tossed another bag of spirit stones to the disciple in his seat.
"You nouveau riche!" Qin Xi retorted, tossing out an even larger bag of spirit stones.
The disciples gasped in surprise, their envious and jealous gazes falling on the disciple whose position had been snatched away.
With so many spirit stones, we won't have to worry about resources for a year.
The front row was filled with arguing, and the disciples watching were shouting "Wow!" at each other, one after another.
When Song Tingwan arrived, she was blocked outside and wondered what had happened.
Just as he was about to ask one of his disciples, Wan Qiji suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
"Your friend is fighting with someone for a seat."
As if he didn't speak often, Wan Qiji's voice was still hoarse, and he added an explanation with a complicated expression: "The bid has reached ten thousand low-grade spirit stones."
Song Tingwan was surprised. She turned to look at her fellow disciples who were watching the commotion and sighed, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"Qin Xi's temper is really..."
She thanked Wan Qiji as she spoke, glanced at the tightly packed crowd in front of her, and then, after thinking for a moment, went around to the side.
Unexpectedly, Wan Qiji followed, and she stopped, glancing sideways in confusion.
"I'll help you."
As Wan Qiji spoke, he casually chose a gap and pushed through the crowd.
…With a gentle nudge from the body cultivator, the person inside was slapped onto the person next to them before they could react.
After taking a few steps, Wan Qiji, who was leading the way, turned around to look back, seemingly to see if Song Tingwan had followed.
Song Tingwan was both amused and exasperated. Seeing this, she followed behind him and soon arrived at the front row.
The main reason was that Wan Qiji's muscles were bulging, and people in front of him would automatically give way.
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