The evening breeze was a bit chilly.
The clan festival will be held early tomorrow morning.
A group of them are still building a small nest for the spirit here.
The little ones were running around at my feet.
Song Chaoxuan turned to them and smiled, "Tomorrow, blessed rain will fall, and these little guys wanted to get a share, so they all came here to me."
A spirit flower perched on the back of the little spirit dog, affectionately hooking its leaves around his fingers.
Song Tingwan was wearing a translucent pink magical windproof cloak, and the little spirit cat in her arms had been replaced by a jealous little owl.
It squatted domineeringly in her arms, its claws grasping at spiritual energy, occasionally tossing it to the ground as a warning to any approaching spirits.
While the others were busily building their little nests, Song Tingwan wanted to help, but a bunch of people stopped her and told her to just stand aside.
Song Tingwan stood alone to the side, holding an adorable tiger cub in her arms, watching them busy around with a dazed expression.
Throughout the long night, she stood or sat and watched them all night long.
They watched them silently from time to time.
It was as if they were confirming that they were still alive and well right in front of them.
Song Chaoxuan sighed many times, feeling sorry for his daughter who was somewhat uneasy after being stimulated.
Dawn was approaching.
Song Tingwan's expression gradually returned to normal.
Then she suddenly remembered something and stopped her father.
"What's wrong, my dear girl?" Song Chaoxuan asked.
Song Tingwan raised her hand, and the sleeve covering her hand slipped down, revealing her slender wrist.
There are also dark purple marks on it.
"Zero, come out."
Ghostly energy was slowly released from the mark on her wrist.
A ghostly aura permeated their courtyard.
The spirits in the courtyard sensed the aura of the Mahayana stage cultivator and instantly hid in various secluded corners.
Baili Xijiang and the others stopped what they were doing and looked at Song Tingwan with curiosity, wondering what she was up to.
They didn't even sense any danger, so why did they let this senior come out?
While Song Chaoxuan was puzzled, his gaze turned serious as he looked at the dangerous ghost cultivator.
"Does Father recognize him?"
Hearing his daughter's words, Song Chaoxuan stared blankly at the ghost cultivator who was slowly taking shape in front of him, and looked back speechlessly.
"That's it? Your father doesn't have any supernatural powers, how could I tell at a glance?"
Upon hearing this, Song Tingwan glanced at the object haphazardly and gave an awkward smile.
Song Siyao and the others around them chuckled softly.
Song Chaoxuan snorted in annoyance and reached out to perform divination, but the two sisters held his hand down.
Song Siyao reacted quickly and pressed him down to stop him from moving, saying, "You've just finished preparing for this, and now you're calculating again."
The scene she witnessed when she first entered the room left her feeling somewhat frightened; she didn't want to lose either her father or her older sister.
She didn't want to see such a bloody scene again.
Song Siyao looked serious, but deep down he was filled with endless worry.
What her father and sister were hiding seemed to be more serious than she could have imagined.
Song Chaoxuan was taken aback; this was the first time his youngest daughter had been so frank in worrying about him.
"Is Ayao worried about her father?"
The old father wasn't annoyed at all; he was cheerful and carefree on his own, and even took a moment to look at his eldest daughter with surprise.
Song Tingwan chuckled helplessly, "Father should think about why we're both so worried."
It's all because he, the old man, spends his days calculating and divination, disregarding his health.
Song Siyao nodded in agreement, holding his hand firmly.
Qin Xi and Baili Xijiang, who were not very familiar with the inside story, were also unconditionally on the sisters' side and looked at Song Chaoxuan with concern in their eyes.
Wan Qiji, who rushed into Song Chaoxuan's room with Song Siyao and saw the tragic state of the room, became even more worried.
That day, he followed behind Song Siyao and saw Song's father lying on a chair, bleeding. He almost thought that such a good elder had passed away.
Thankfully, thankfully not.
Wan Qiji lowered his eyes, unable to imagine how heartbroken the two Song family girls would be if they lost their father.
For a moment, concerned gazes came from all directions, and Song Chaoxuan smiled to reassure them.
"It's just a simple divination of one's identity, not some kind of divine revelation, so it won't harm me."
The increasingly thin man said this.
However, Song Siyao didn't quite believe it, and Song Tingwan, who only had a superficial understanding of the art of clairvoyance, also didn't believe it.
"I brought this senior out not for you to calculate, but simply to let you recognize him as the uncle who died along with your mother's uncle?"
The ghostly figure slowly approached Song Chaoxuan, trying to make him recognize it more clearly.
Song Chaoxuan silently took two steps back, distancing himself from the eerie ghostly aura.
However, he disagreed with her statement, saying, "They all sank to the bottom of the earth with the evil realm. Your mother's uncle's friend died by self-destruction, and his soul is gone. It couldn't be him."
Song Tingwan pondered, "But he said that I have a kind face and that he would be moved by what I said about my mother and the evil world."
If he's not a friend, then it must be her uncle.
She must be the first person in history to have her uncle call her "master."
Seeing her bewildered expression as she tried to cover her face, Song Chaoxuan couldn't help but chuckle. "I buried your mother's and uncle's bodies. Their souls died in the corpses, so how could they be refined into ghost cultivators?"
After saying that, he asked the ghostly aura again: "You have no memory? Even if you have no memory, your habits will not change. Tell me in detail."
The ghostly aura swayed for a moment, and after pondering for a long time, its mind remained blank.
"I... I don't remember."
I can't remember his name, his life story, his habits...
The deeper you think about it, the more restless the ghostly aura becomes.
Song Tingwan frowned and glanced at Ling, then added, "I think he was like a righteous cultivator when he was alive. He was especially soft-hearted towards Xiao Ao when it appeared."
He would also help her beat up Immortal Lord Zewu.
Of course, half of the people present did not know her secret identity as Zhenmian, and she silently told her father about it.
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