Song Tingwan and Sect Leader Yan agreed to conduct the transaction here.
The little tiger cub needs to be taken along; beastmen are naturally freedom-loving, and it's impossible for him to be locked in a room every day after returning to the sect.
She had been in such a hurry to find the cub that she hadn't yet prepared a magical artifact to put it in.
I've heard that besides signing contracts to store demonic beasts in one's sea of consciousness, there is also a mustard seed space that can hold living creatures containing spiritual energy.
However, the quantity is very small, and it is difficult to buy in ordinary places.
Song Tingwan frowned, rubbed the tiger cub's soft fur, and thought about asking Sect Leader Yan about it later.
Lincheng.
Zhenxiulou Restaurant, Private Room No. 9.
Song Tingwan handed the little tiger to Ling.
Gui Qi held the tiger cub and pressed its paw, which was howling and reaching towards Song Tingwan, back down.
The ghostly energy condensed into a protective shield, shielding the small creature within and causing it to sink into the wall.
With the little guy's wailing gone, Song Tingwan finally found some peace and quiet.
She sipped her finest tea, waiting with a relaxed demeanor for Lord Yan.
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After a short while, Sect Leader Yan, having shaken off the group of investigators, appeared downstairs at the Zhenxiu Tower.
He flicked his sleeves and went straight upstairs. Passersby seemed not to see him at all, and no one noticed that the leader of the swordsmanship had appeared.
Sect Master Yan knocked on the door, and in the blink of an eye, the rather offensive ghost cultivator opened it.
His lips twitched slightly as he calmly stepped into the private room.
Song Tingwan tried to avoid contact with him as much as possible, and handed him a glass pink bottle without saying much.
Yan Shanjun had intended to offer some flattery and praise, but he did not expect the other party to be so straightforward.
He reached out and created a barrier, then carefully opened the stopper.
In an instant, the fragrance of elixir wafted over.
My mind is clear, and my consciousness is clearer than ever before.
Having swept away all illusions and entered the Mahayana stage a thousand years ago, his cultivation, which had remained stagnant, has actually advanced another step.
In the instant his consciousness returned, Yan Shanjun quickly put the plug back in.
"An eighth-grade pill, so powerful!"
He is a swordsmanship genius, a person who rose from the ranks of the chosen ones.
Although sword cultivators are generally poor, sitting in the position of sect leader, they have seen all sorts of good things over thousands of years, but they have never encountered such a powerful alchemist.
The pill was round and smooth, with three golden marks from the pill's tribulation gleaming.
He had seen three Grade 8 pills in the sect's secret vault.
Although the medicinal fragrance has faded since it was passed down from ten thousand years ago, its shape and gold patterns are still superior to the one in my hand.
Only now did Yan Shanjun realize the immense upheaval this Sleeping Fairy would bring to the cultivation world.
Song Tingwan smiled faintly, having a good impression of this leader of the righteous path.
She was merely refining pills, while they considered it their duty to protect all living beings and were willing to give everything for it.
If it can make the cultivation world better, why not do it?
"Sect Master is too kind."
After using the Rejuvenating Pill, Song Tingwan's voice became more capable and composed.
Realizing that the person in front of him did not want to chat, Yan Shanjun sighed regretfully, then solemnly put away the glass pink bottle and took out his reward.
"What you want."
He handed over a jade pendant.
The rules of the Sleeping Fairy are that the reward is a killing move or a protective aura used by the person seeking the medicine with their life-bound spiritual energy.
Lord Yanshan was famous for his swordsmanship, and the reward he offered was two of his sword energies.
"I've heard that the sect leader's sword can slaughter a city in one move and destroy the world in two. I've come out ahead."
Those were the boasts that Lord Yan Shan made when he was young and impetuous. When someone said them to his face, he smiled awkwardly and said, "Fairy, you don't need to tease me. I'm sure you have a lot of spiritual energy that is more powerful than mine."
Of the few he knew, even Ze Wu, whose cultivation was inferior to his, had his own unique skills.
There are also rumors circulating on the Spirit Network that the Sleeping Fairy possesses several powerful spiritual energies and is bound to harm the cultivation world.
But what she needs most is defensive spiritual energy to protect her life.
When Yan Shanjun was desperate and had to turn to her, he was taking a gamble, but upon seeing her today, he realized that those people were exaggerating.
Although she was tainted with ghostly energy and her cultivation level was unfathomable, she possessed a calm demeanor and lacked the arrogance of many alchemists. She was a powerful alchemist whom one would want to befriend upon meeting her.
Song Tingwan smiled upon hearing this; she did indeed possess a considerable amount of powerful spiritual energy.
That was her life-saving item.
"In addition, there is a small token of my appreciation. Senior, you may have your rules, but I do not wish to take advantage of you."
Yan Shanjun rose and bowed to Song Tingwan, presenting her with his true reward.
She didn't know what the Star Abyss Pill meant to him or to the Sword Inquiry Sect, but Lord Yan Shan was open and honest, offering half of the Sword Inquiry Sect's treasure trove as a gift to thank Fairy Zhenmian for her help.
His sudden action startled Song Tingwan. She stepped aside to avoid his bow, and accepted his gift with a forced smile.
But this composure lasted only a moment.
She had saved many powerful figures in the past, some of whom were considered miracles of bringing the dead back to life. These powerful figures possessed many valuable items, and her arrogance surpassed that of some aristocratic families.
But I've never seen anything like this before.
There were so many that she was dizzy, and so many that her hands were trembling with fear.
As expected, the Sword Inquiry Sect is a great sect that has stood the test of time for millions of years; even its sect leader is so wealthy.
Who says sword cultivators are poor!
Song Tingwan's lips trembled as she tried to hide her shock.
"Except for that mustard seed bracelet, please take back the rest, Sect Master."
Refining an eighth-grade pill was not a difficult task for her. She guessed that this Star Abyss Pill was very important to Yan Shanjun, but she had other intentions and was not simple.
She hoped that Lord Yanshan would become powerful, and that the Sword Inquiry Sect would become powerful, so that Si Yao, she, and even the Yunyin family would be much safer.
Oh, and now there's a little tiger too.
It's as if she placed a bet that the Sword Inquiry Sect could support everything in this vast world of cultivation.
Song Tingwan was not a greedy person. If someone else had given her such a gift as a token of gratitude, she would have happily accepted it.
Yan Shanjun was open and honest, and she also sought to have a clear conscience.
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