But he ultimately prefers a simple style, and his residence is minimalist with little decoration.
When the servant relayed the message, Pei Yuan's eyes widened in surprise, and then he smiled and politely declined the invitation from a seventh-grade alchemist who had come to discuss the Dao today.
As he saw Dan Sheng off, he nodded to Song Tingwan amidst her soft laughter.
After seeing off one guest, I will focus on waiting for my destined benefactor.
After seeing the guests off, Pei Yuan straightened his robes and tidied his clothes. Then, when he looked at Song Tingwan, his gaze held more respect than when he was her teacher.
"Distinguished guest, please—"
After making all the necessary gestures, Pei Yuan pondered the matter several times but still couldn't come up with a suitable address.
"Young friend Song has been kind to me, so I don't know how to address him."
Beside him, a junior disciple who had been following him for a while looked at them with a puzzled expression. Many guests had come today, but none of them had been treated like this by Elder Pei.
Judging from her attire, she was a senior sister from the Sword Inquiry Sect. He tried his best to recognize her and be as clever as possible to stay by the elder's side.
The young servant hurriedly ran inside to replace the tea with a fresh pot. Song Tingwan watched his carefree figure with a smile and said to Pei Yuan, "Your little apprentice?"
Having said that, he answered his question.
"Call me whatever you like." Her eyebrows curved like water, her attitude unchanged.
Even when they looked into each other's eyes, they both knew she was extraordinary.
Pei Yuan smiled but remained silent upon hearing this, and sighed, "The cultivation world is truly fortunate to have young people like you."
I do not seek fame.
She also did not ask for anything in return after he made a breakthrough.
"How can you say that? Even though the world is cold and indifferent, you still gave your all and passed on all your skills to these disciples without caring about the consequences."
Even someone like him, a half-step Pill Saint, would not have ended up as an outer sect teaching elder if it weren't for his own decline.
He also left himself a sliver of hope, attempting to decipher his teachings through his disciples.
Fortunately, he was lucky enough to meet Song Tingwan on his deathbed.
Pei Yuan smiled with relief, rarely bringing up the past.
"The one who regrets it the most now is probably my former closed-door disciple."
"Oh? Is he currently within the Sword Inquiry Sect?"
I really want to see that person's reaction in person.
That will be very interesting.
Pei Yuan shook his head with a smile, "At that time, he had already made up his mind to leave. Junior Sister Fuqu was indignant on my behalf and said that a traitor should not stay in the Sword Inquiry Sect. I heard that... he went to the Suspended Pot Sect."
He is now still the elder's beloved second disciple.
That elder also failed to become a saint.
The old man told her with a cheerful smile, and Song Tingwan couldn't help but chuckle: "He must be regretting his actions now."
"Ah, this is truly a triumphant moment."
Looking back on Pei Yuan's life, he showed his talent and was praised by everyone when he first entered the world of cultivation. However, when his cultivation stagnated and he could not become a saint, everyone who knew him felt sorry for him, and some even mocked and ridiculed him to his face.
You didn't expect that, did you?
Pei Yuan will one day become famous again.
"Thanks to you, young friend, I don't know how to thank you enough."
As Pei Yuan was feeling sentimental, the young servant had already brewed fresh tea and respectfully poured it for the two of them.
The aroma of tea filled the air.
He only heard the young girl opposite him chuckle softly, "There's no need for such formalities between like-minded people."
Pei Yuan looked at her through the wisps of steam rising from the spirit tea.
After a long while, he nodded deeply, feeling ashamed of his own inferiority.
Then he suddenly remembered something and said with a smile, "Those kids in Class C gave our sect a name: Fengchun Dan Sect."
This implies that this path is like a withered tree blossoming in spring, and that through this generation of people, the Dao of Alchemy will be led back to its heyday during the time of the Alchemist Ancestor.
"Springtime".
Song Tingwan slowly pronounced the two words, "A good name. Then I will present a congratulatory gift for the founding of the Fengchun Dan Sect."
"But I'm afraid I'll have to trouble Elder Pei with this gift."
She smiled and, amidst the pleasant aroma of tea and Pei Yuan's curious gaze, shared with him all the techniques of group alchemy she had comprehended.
Then Pei Yuan taught it to the Class C students, or to all the members of the Fengchun Dan Sect.
She has her family to protect, and before that, she needs to work on her health. It's a pity she won't be able to witness Fengchun's meteoric rise.
Pei Yuan had an epiphany.
The newly emerged Alchemist Saint experienced another sudden enlightenment less than half a month later.
Facing the complex gazes of Fuqu and Yanshanjun as they hurried over, Song Tingwan politely nodded and gracefully concealed her fame and fortune.
Pei Yuan, who was in a state of sudden enlightenment, was immersed in the new way of using pills, but due to a lapse in concentration, he glanced at the slender and graceful figure that was leaving.
The younger generation is truly remarkable.
But he wouldn't seek that kind of fame.
He would tell the Fengchun Pill Sect, and even the cultivation world, that all of this was due to this genius pill cultivator.
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Nine-story pagoda.
The very end of the ninth floor.
The black scales all burst open.
"Cough cough..."
He gasped for breath and coughed up hot blood.
Each floor has ninety-nine steps.
He was stuck on the 20th to 21st steps of the ninth floor for more than ten days.
Beneath its half-human form, dragon claws were deeply embedded in the steps, and the spiritual pressure of the ninth floor was enough to destroy the heavens and the earth.
The little dragon, lying on the ground, couldn't help but roar, blood flowing down its lips, and its lower body, which it had been forcibly suppressing, transformed into a dragon tail.
It lashed out angrily like a whip, venting its resentment.
Baili Xijiang sobbed but couldn't make a sound.
He could barely breathe; he couldn't get the Heavenly Bamboo.
What will happen to his master?
The dirty and disheveled boy tried to lift his head, unaware of how far the two people ahead of him were.
The veins on his neck were bulging, but he couldn't even turn his head.
After a long while, Baili Xijiang collapsed in despair, lying on the ground for a very long time, finally silently repeating "give up" three times in despair.
As the third thought of giving up faded, the person was instantly teleported out of the tower.
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