"Uncle, is there really no other way to restore Master's body?"
Magnolia blossoms drifted down, swirling in front of the man before falling to the ground.
Shen Zhuochuan frowned, his voice low and slow: "She is the world's number one alchemist. If even she herself is helpless..."
People always say that fate is hard to defy.
In reality, there are only one or two ways to defy the heavens.
She wouldn't try any of the other unorthodox methods, even if it meant spending her entire life building up her foundation.
Baili Xijiang held back his tears and said, "Then teach me how to shoot. I want to protect my master."
Hearing his choked voice, Shen Zhuochuan turned around with amusement, grabbed him by the collar, and flew back to his own courtyard.
"Then let's start learning now."
"...No, Uncle?!"
Baili Xijiang was forced to put a gun in his hand, and with a bewildered look on his face, he began to practice the moves with Shen Zhuochuan.
He just made up his mind and wasn't even ready yet, how did he start practicing already?!
The uncle and nephew started practicing more, and Wan Qiji, unusually, sent a telepathic message to his father to inquire about ways to improve Song Tingwan's health.
Qin Xi, who had already slipped into the room, couldn't help but cry as she used the Spirit Mirror to see her father.
When Qin Cangsong saw his daughter's tear-streaked face, he was so frightened that he almost summoned the entire sect to rush over and rescue her.
"What's wrong, Daddy's dear Yuanyuan? Why are you crying like this?"
Qin Xi cried until his vision blurred, "Father, Wan'er's body can't recover... She should have been a peerless genius in the cultivation world, just like Sister A Yao."
"Such a beautiful fairy should hold her chin high and be admired and praised by everyone, instead of being pitied and regretted like this."
Amidst her sobs, Qin Cangsong understood the crux of his daughter's grief.
It's that young friend who's been searching for medicine.
He didn't know how to comfort his daughter.
It's hard to defy fate.
Making up for congenital deficiencies in one's physique is not as simple as it seems.
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The room of the Song sisters.
He loosened his clothes and took off his robe.
Song Tingwan sat on the inside of the bed, took out a new pillow, and fluffed it up for her.
"Can Ayao really fall asleep?"
She smiled, covering her mouth as she watched her sister take off her outer robe.
The tips of her ears are red again.
This completely dispelled her grief and indignation.
Song Siyao turned around wearing only a thin undergarment, only to find that her elder sister was not as well-dressed as she was.
Winter is approaching at the summit of Yunque.
Despite her frail and delicate appearance, she wore a pink and white sheer top and a soft, high-waisted skirt, making her look fair and delicate. Yet, after removing her hairpins and hair ornaments, her beauty was undeniable.
His long hair was casually draped over his shoulders, and he leaned against the pillow, lazily teasing her.
Song Siyao turned her gaze away, sat on the bed, and draped the blanket over her.
"Winter is coming again, and my sister is always wearing so little."
"Such a rigid, old-fashioned girl." Song Tingwan wasn't annoyed. She leaned over and tapped her sister's shoulder.
"Sister loves to look beautiful, but no one is here to see her." Song Siyao pressed her down and wrapped her tightly in the quilt.
Song Tingwan chuckled and turned to look at her, "What, isn't showing this to my little sister considered showing it?"
She was simply used to simplicity and comfort; the cross-collar undergarment felt uncomfortable.
Song Siyao also pulled the blanket over herself, then turned her head to meet her older sister's eyes.
"I just want my older sister to be well."
Song Tingwan's smile faltered.
With difficulty, she reached out from under the tightly wrapped blanket and brushed away the long hair that was sticking haphazardly to her sister's face. "I'm perfectly fine."
Song Siyao moved and pressed down on the hand that was on her face.
It was still cold.
"Sister, don't be sad, I will protect you for the rest of my life."
The girl's dark eyes sincerely made a promise.
Perhaps it was because it struck her directly in the eyes, catching her off guard.
For the first time, Song Tingwan's eyes reddened in front of her younger sister, and tears streamed down her face in an instant.
She wiped her eyes awkwardly, her fingertips turning slightly red from the effort.
She choked back tears but still managed a smile, "Okay, then Ayao has to protect me every step of the way."
Her shimmering, curved eyes, brimming with tears, concealed the sadness of her shattered hopes.
Song Siyao suddenly reached out and hugged her older sister through the blanket. "Yes, as long as I don't die, no one can hurt my older sister."
Song Tingwan moved closer, hugged her younger sister, and chuckled through her teary eyes, "Pah, pah, pah, my sister, she's about to ascend to immortality, you're not allowed to say anything about dying or anything like that."
"Okay." The girl was held tightly in her arms, and she responded without blinking.
Listen closely and you can sense the gentleness beneath her cold exterior; the prickly and awkward Song Siyao of the past is nowhere to be seen.
The two sisters nestled together.
a long time.
Song Tingwan propped herself up on the bed, her vulnerability completely concealed.
Her clothes were thin, and she exuded a warm fragrance.
She smiled at her younger sister, resting her chin on her hand, "Don't worry about me. Your older sister is the mysterious Pillow Fairy, with countless high-grade pills and spirit jade tokens given to me by powerful figures."
However, the cultivation world is full of extraordinary people and events, so there is no such thing as absolute safety.
Song Siyao smiled, suppressing her unease, and looked at her older sister as she agreed.
If only my sister could have concealed the sadness in her eyes better when she said those words.
Song Siyao reached out and intertwined her fingers with her older sister's.
"If I were to ascend to heaven, I would wish to take my elder sister with me."
"Fool, there's no such thing as a free lunch."
"When did my sister become so domineering, not even allowing me to think about it?"
"Oh, so you've learned to joke with me now?"
...
The next day, I left the room.
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