The woman's usual calm and gentle demeanor was gone; her brows furrowed, and her voice, though gentle, carried an undeniable firmness.
Having gotten used to working so hard, Song Siyao strangely didn't find it annoying at all, despite her and her father's constant nagging in the past two weeks.
On the contrary, I felt a strange sense of joy.
"Yes, I have reached the peak of Qi Refining in the past two days."
She has been taking the pills that Song Tingwan prescribed for her every day, and the previously damaged meridians no longer burn and cause her pain every day.
Song Tingwan patted her hand with relief, "By the way, remember to send some messages to your father. He's been worried that you won't adapt well, but he's also afraid that you'll find him annoying."
The elderly father at home was very worried and dared not disturb his youngest daughter, while he was constantly interrupting his eldest daughter's calls.
It was rare to see Song Tingwan speechless, so Song Siyao subtly curled his lips and nodded.
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With Song Siyao's assurance and the half-month agreement with Yan Shanjun approaching, Song Tingwan summoned the ghost cultivators guarding the foot of the Wenjian Sect.
"Owner."
A wisp of ghostly energy silently condensed into a human shape before her eyes, its face blurred and its voice hoarse and cold.
Song Tingwan smiled and handed him the Rejuvenating Pill that the Sword Inquiry Sect had previously refined.
"Zero, go do something for me."
These were the ghost cultivators she encountered during her training trip. The cave she had mistakenly entered was chaotic and filled with murderous intent, with hordes of ghost cultivators brimming with killing intent.
Fortunately, the reward for healing those powerful individuals was quite generous; several Nascent Soul stage cultivations automatically protected the body, almost wiping out an entire secret realm.
Zero was an unexpected outcome.
It was the leader of that group of ghost cultivators. Even the spiritual energy of the Nascent Soul stage couldn't subdue him, but the surrounding killing intent was cleared away and blocked, which actually brought back a lot of his consciousness.
“…Kill me, kill me.”
Song Tingwan had a rather strange personality. When asked to kill someone, she refused. Seeing him trying hard to control his murderous intent, she lifted her skirt and squatted down beside him, watching him for a long time.
It seems... there's still a batch of ghost cultivation pills that have been refined for a long time that haven't been tested yet.
While he was trying to control himself, Song Tingwan stuffed all the pills into his ghostly aura.
Dan Rong, enveloped in the spiritual energy of the Nascent Soul stage and carrying countless protective magical treasures, lifted her skirt and hid in the distance.
After a cup of tea, the struggling ghost cultivator paused, and the killing intent detached from his ghostly aura.
It lay on the ground, its ghostly aura swirling and dissipating, before finally drifting to Song Tingwan's side after a long while.
—I am…, and in my previous life I was a Mahayana practitioner.
It doesn't remember its own name.
But the way he cupped his hands in a salute did indeed resemble that of a monk.
Song Tingwan raised an eyebrow, "Great Ascension Stage."
Currently, in the cultivation world, only three patriarchs are at the Mahayana stage.
The woman smiled faintly, "I saved you. Your consciousness is impaired and your killing intent is hard to clear. I will continue to help you, but you must protect me."
The ghostly aura swirled silently, and a low "hmm" was heard.
"Since you can't remember your own name or anything else, I'll give you a name so it'll be easier to call you."
"Hmm... let's call him Zero."
"Zero, thank you, Master."
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Song Tingwan sent Ling out and leisurely drank tea in her room while waiting for him to return with the medicinal herbs. Unexpectedly, before Ling arrived, Qin Xi hurriedly knocked on the door.
"Wan'er! Come out quickly! Something's happened!"
The glass cup, which she had brought to her lips, paused slightly. Song Tingwan frowned and opened the door.
"What's wrong."
Qin Xi grabbed her and ran, "There's no time to explain! Your sister is fighting with Wan Qiji!"
Good heavens, my sister and brother-in-law are fighting.
Song Tingwan looked puzzled. They didn't even know each other, so how did they end up fighting?
But knowing from the book that these two war fanatics were ruthless in their fights, she didn't have time to think and followed Qin Xi to the competition stage.
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They rushed over, but a crowd had gathered around the competition platform, excitedly and chaotically discussing the situation, making it difficult to understand what was going on.
"Hey hey hey! Wan'er's here!"
Bai Lixi, who was in the innermost circle, looked around and suddenly his eyes lit up and he waved to them.
The Yunyin clan members in the center circle turned their heads and politely said to the people in Song Tingwan's direction, "Please make way for us, fellow disciples."
The crowd parted to make way, and Song Tingwan thanked everyone around her before stepping inside to see what was going on.
The arena was in complete disarray, and the protective array around it was shattered. Song Siyao and Wan Qiji stood on either side, while Yun Qian, Baili Xijiang, and others surrounded them.
Both men were carrying their own weapons, staring at each other with defiant expressions, their stubborn fighting spirit undiminished. They were both bruised and badly injured.
Upon hearing that Song Tingwan had arrived, the two of them turned to look at her simultaneously.
Seeing their miserable state, Song Tingwan laughed in anger, walked up to them, and remained silent with a forced smile.
Many disciples didn't know who she was, but for some reason, the scene fell silent after she appeared.
silence.
Yun Qian glanced at Song Tingwan curiously. Was this the woman who had given them the stalactite?
I should have expressed my gratitude, but this was clearly not the right occasion to say so.
He nodded to Song Tingwan, "Quickly persuade your junior sister, it will be terrible if she can't control her fighting spirit and the elders arrive."
For some unknown reason, the two suddenly started competing. Their fighting spirit grew stronger and stronger during the competition, and eventually the protective array was shattered. Fortunately, someone stepped in to create a protective shield for the disciples who were watching the spectacle; otherwise, the consequences of injuring the other disciples would have been unimaginable.
Upon receiving the news, Yun Qian rushed over on his sword. The elders had not yet arrived, and if they came and saw this situation, they would forcibly disarm them.
However, one's fighting spirit can be suppressed at will, which can severely impact future battles.
Yun Qian appeared modest, but he was also extremely protective of his own. Upon seeing this situation, he remembered that his junior sister cared most about her older sister, so he quickly sent someone to the outer sect to inform her.
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