A gaze that was both sincere and deeply appreciative.
Song Tingwan suddenly smiled, bent down slightly, and tilted her chin towards her senior sister.
Her beautiful, delicate face, as smooth as jade, came closer.
The other senior sisters also gathered around, looked at Song Tingwan for a while, and chimed in, "She looks pretty good. Today's graduation gown is so elaborate and gorgeous, it makes her look so beautiful. If you added a touch of red, she would look even better."
A group of people gathered around, and surprisingly, they all agreed.
They were chattering away, making quite a scene.
Song Tingwan said helplessly, "Then I'll listen to my senior sisters."
As she spoke, she raised her eyes, her gaze as gentle as water, making the senior sister too shy to look directly at her. She quickly took out cinnabar, carefully lifted the senior sister's chin, and gently placed the brush between the beautiful eyebrows and eyes.
A touch of vermilion red gathers between the eyebrows.
The woman slowly raised her eyes, her wisps of hair fluttering in the wind, adding a touch of allure. Yet, when she looked up, her clear, gentle eyes were like a spring breeze to warm the soul.
The red cinnabar, intertwined with the naturally frail white, adds a touch of intoxicating fragility.
Surrounded by a group of senior female students, Song Tingwan looked up in confusion and was surprised to be stuffed with a bunch of things by them.
When she arrived outside the classroom, clutching a bundle of things in confusion, Baili Xijiang had just stepped inside when he saw her and rushed over.
"Ah! Master, you look so exceptionally beautiful today."
Baili Xijiang was stunned, stopping half a step away and scratching his head.
Song Tingwan smiled helplessly, but all eyes were drawn to the cinnabar mark between her brows. "Go in."
"Ah, oh, Master, what are you holding?"
"Given to me by my senior sisters when I left."
He sat down at the end, and soon Pei Yuan entered with his hands behind his back.
Today is the final exam, and also his last day as their teacher.
This is also the first batch of disciples he has trained completely over all these years.
No matter how slow the progress was or how difficult it was to refine pills with spiritual energy, these children persevered.
However, just when they were at their most wavering and wanted to leave, Song Tingwan revealed the excellent Qi-replenishing pill to the public.
One of the ingredients in the elixir needs to be refined with spiritual energy.
Such potent effects are unparalleled in the entire cultivation world.
As a result, the classroom was completely packed with students who came to learn and audit the classes.
For the next year and a half or so.
Pei Yuan gave the lectures, and Song Tingwan answered everyone's questions after class. In a short time, their progress in alchemy caught up with that of Class A and Class B.
While she was explaining things, Pei Yuan listened quietly from the side and also gained a lot.
Or rather, this young girl's understanding of alchemy surpasses what he has pondered for a thousand years.
Pei Yuan glanced deeply at the disciples sitting upright in the last row, then said in a deep voice:
"Refine the highest grade pills you can, and I will record it in your graduation book. This will affect the level of missions you can accept after graduation and your future resources."
"If you don't perform well in today's exam, it's okay. The mission level and resources will be changed as you make breakthroughs, but it will take a year."
"So today, show off all the skills you've learned over the past two years, and let the two classes next door see for yourselves. You were indeed not as good as them at the beginning, but times have changed. It's time for us to hold our heads high."
The disciples of Class C have always been poor and lack talent, but this year's pills refined with spiritual energy are 20% more effective than ordinary pills. They are in short supply at the foot of the mountain, and the price has gone up.
With the spirit stones they could use to buy more spirit plants for practice, the disciples had had a tough two years.
Pei Yuan took out a portion of his savings to help those disciples who were really struggling to make ends meet to buy spiritual plants for practice. Fortunately, no one was forced to give up.
A few days ago, when someone next door was able to refine a fifth-grade pill, the disciples of Class C kept a very low profile and worked hard in silence. In addition to Song Tingwan and Baili Xijiang, two other disciples also successfully refined a fifth-grade pill.
The students of Class C celebrated silently, tacitly agreeing not to go out and show off.
They were just waiting for the graduation exam to amaze everyone.
Pei Yuan's eyes were filled with a proud smile, while Song Tingwan in the back row silently smiled. The current Elder Pei was full of energy, a far cry from the old man who used to be rigid and unsmiling.
After today, Elder Pei's knot in his heart should be untied.
She furrowed her brows, tidied the medicinal herbs on the table, and then focused her mind to begin refining a fifth-grade pill.
Everyone is working so hard, she can't let Elder Pei down.
The graduation exams began simultaneously on all nine peaks. Today, the senior students tried their best to keep quiet. Even if the alchemy furnace exploded, they dared not make a sound. Those practicing swordsmanship gritted their teeth and endured the curses after being hit by a sword. Those who cultivated weapons were buried under the mountain after it exploded and could only send a message to their teachers for help with tears in their eyes.
Junior brothers and sisters, do your best on the exam!
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Two weeks later.
Most of the disciples have finished their graduation exams.
The sword cultivators were the first to finish, and then they began their days of revelry.
After finishing, Song Siyao went to Fuqu Peak first. It was quiet, obviously not over yet.
Her senior brother said that Fuqu Peak was always the last to finish, so she came to take a look. After that, she continued to practice swordsmanship with her master and senior brother as usual, and then found a master who had returned from the Sword Competition to spar with every day.
To this day, he has vomited blood for the 101st time and been knocked off the competition stage.
Song Siyao used his sword to support himself as he shakily stood up, wiping the blood from the corner of his lips, his fighting spirit still burning brightly in his eyes.
"Little sister, shall we continue fighting? This senior brother is too violent..."
Qin Xi had just finished her exams three days prior. Seeing that none of her three friends had come out, she followed her senior classmates to join in the fun. What she saw there was quite a shock.
Our Wan'er's younger sister is getting fiercer and fiercer, and for several days in a row she was beaten down to the point of being unable to move before she finally admitted defeat.
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