"I was injured a couple of days ago, but my sister's medicine is so effective that I'm fine now."
Perhaps because of the fight, Song Siyao's eyes were bright, with a faint smile on them.
"Wow, why are you suddenly so sweet-talking? Who taught you that?"
Song Siyao glanced silently at Qin Xi, who was puffing out her cheeks beside her.
Even though she was just her elder sister's younger sister, Qin Xi stayed by her side the whole time, and she could feel the care and concern that extended from her elder sister's friend to her.
Qin Xi met her gaze, her puffed-up face unable to suppress the corners of her lips curling up in a sullen smile. "Hmph, Wan'er, tell me, who here has a sweet tongue?"
The group burst into laughter. The senior brother who had rushed up to Song Tingwan looked at them and gasped for breath.
Did he misunderstand something just now?
"Um... Junior Sister, are we still playing today?"
The sword cultivator asked quietly.
Song Siyao subconsciously looked at her older sister.
Song Tingwan: "Why are you looking at me like that? Go if you want to."
"A few of us are going down the mountain to eat. Do you want to come over after you're done fighting?"
She belatedly remembered the message Qin Xi had sent before the graduation exam.
Song Siyao glanced at the four of them, smiled, and shook her head. "Sister, you can have fun with your friends. I'm going to spar with my senior brother."
Song Tingwan nodded, the vermilion mark between her brows drawing attention. Song Siyao, who had taken a step, stopped again, somewhat embarrassed, and praised her in front of everyone:
"Sister, you look absolutely stunning today."
After saying that, he flew onto the competition platform without looking back.
Upon closer inspection, the tips of the ears were still somewhat red.
Song Tingwan was stunned for a moment, then covered her mouth and couldn't help but laugh.
Her sister is so cute.
Qin Xi and the other two laughed along. The senior brother who wanted to spar with her laughed heartily and couldn't help but tease her as he followed her onto the stage:
"Junior Sister's compliments are too dry. Do you want your senior brother to teach you?"
Song Siyao quickly drew his sword, Li Guang, "Senior brother, take this!"
His reluctance to discuss the matter further caused Song Tingwan and the others to burst into laughter again.
"Ah Ji, would you like to spar again? There are still two days until the graduation ceremony. You can come down the mountain another day." She smiled and glanced at the dark-skinned body cultivator who had restrained his aura after stepping down from the stage.
Wan Qiji shook his head without hesitation, "I just had a new idea, I'll think about it for a while before continuing."
In the past two years, he has been dedicated to using both sword techniques and body techniques in combat. His research has now made him a well-known and difficult opponent on the Sword Inquiry Sect's competition stage.
Physical cultivators are also resilient and can occasionally find the right moment to deliver a couple of blows. Sometimes they can even activate their physical cultivation techniques to wear you down until you're exhausted before leisurely stepping forward to deliver the final blow.
They really don't like fighting this guy!
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When descending the mountain, they still used Song Tingwan's lotus-shaped boat.
The ethereal flower boat rippled the water as it moved forward. Because it was overloaded, it flew very low and slowly, but the four of them didn't care and chatted about their graduation exam.
All four were dressed in ivory robes. The dark-skinned cultivator, carrying a large sword on his back, stood at the back with his arms crossed and expressionless. Among them, the most beautiful woman had bright, charming eyes and stood in front of the boat, facing the wind, with a faint smile on her lips.
Behind her, the cute, round-eyed female cultivator glared angrily at the arrogant, silly dragon across from her.
The lotus-shaped boat drifted slowly, allowing for a rare moment of tranquility and a complete relaxation of the mind.
Suddenly, Song Tingwan remembered something.
He turned to look at Qin Xi.
"Qin Xiaoxi, after graduation you..."
She hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped. Wanqiji, who was behind the flower boat, looked over when he heard her voice. Baili Xijiang, who was arguing with her, said dismissively, "What's wrong, Master? Why are you only saying half of what you meant?"
Song Tingwan ignored him, only frowning slightly as she looked at Qin Xi.
She was, after all, the young master of the Heavenly Mystery Sect. If her previous studies were merely a formality, what would happen after graduation…
Is there any reason to keep the Sword Inquiry Sect?
Qin Xi sat blankly on the boat, looking into her gentle and tolerant eyes, and suddenly felt a little aggrieved.
She pushed Baili Xijiang aside, rushed forward, hugged her slender waist, and buried her face in her hands, sobbing:
"I was supposed to leave after the graduation exam, but I begged my father for a long time, and he agreed to let me go back after the sword competition."
Perhaps his father intended for him to stay in the sect to investigate, or perhaps to recruit some outstanding disciples from the Sword Inquiry Sect.
But she didn't want to.
The Sword Inquiry Sect is great. Her senior sisters always love to take her along to gossip. Everyone there is very nice. Most importantly, she can't bear to part with her friends.
After spending two years together, although they each had their own secrets, none of that prevented them from becoming good friends.
In order to stay a little longer and create more memories with her best friends, she was forced to listen to some of her father's ambitious words.
But she didn't intend to do as her father said.
Her father told her to stop suppressing her strength, break through to the Nascent Soul stage, and use her most treasured spiritual weapon to take the top three spots.
Then go and investigate the Sword Inquiry Sect and the secrets of the Nine-Story Pagoda.
This is why she has not yet broken through to the Nascent Soul stage.
She would never betray her sect.
She can't do it.
Moreover... she was inherently lacking in talent, which is why the elders found her shameful.
But in the past two years, Wan'er has often given her candy, slipping it to her unintentionally each time.
She knew it; it was a elixir to improve her health.
I don't know what grade it is, but the fact that it allowed her to catch up with a genius like Sister A Yao in just two years means it must be a rank seven or higher pill.
They always say she's naive and innocent.
She's very clever; none of the friends she's made are ordinary.
The outer sect couldn't gather a single Nascent Soul cultivator in a hundred years, but two of them suddenly appeared out of the four of them.
She suppressed her cultivation level; otherwise, she would have been the third one.
As for Wan'er... she could never see through her.
But one thing is certain: Wan'er is a Saint of Alchemy.
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