Less than fifty years have passed since Song Tingwan's death.
The Dragon Clan has gained another Pill Saint.
A dragon that can refine elixirs? How rare!
The dragons in the clan all cherished Baili Xijiang like a precious gem, although they would still occasionally beat him up.
But he was still the youngest and most pampered little guy in their clan.
Baili Xijiang is just as he said before.
He became the first Pill Saint of the Dragon Clan.
They even gave him a separate page in the family genealogy.
But he still didn't stop refining pills and searching for spiritual plants.
That's not enough.
He frantically refined pills, eventually depleting his cultivation.
Everyone is saying that Master is not dead.
He thought so too.
But his amazing mind is always thinking.
Does he need to refine a divine elixir to revive his master?
He was terrified that if his negligence prevented his master from being resurrected, he would cry himself blind.
He became the first blind dragon in the dragon race.
Take time to calm down occasionally.
He dared not relax.
He wants to become the strongest alchemist.
When Master returns, he will pat him on the head with satisfaction and then gently praise him.
He didn't want to disappoint his master.
The young dragon, who had only recently come of age, went on a mad quest to refine pills.
He won't listen to anyone calling him.
Having no other choice, Shen Zhuochuan, entrusted by Baili Xijiang's father, the Dragon Clan Chief, carried him back to the Cloud Palace Peak.
My nephew is now an adult.
It's time to learn to grow up.
Seeing Baili Xijiang's bloodshot eyes, Shen Zhuochuan gave in.
That's enough.
"She wouldn't want to see you like this."
The man had become much more composed, his eyes sharper and more intimidating.
Baili Xijiang shrugged and, with his neck stiff, said to his uncle, "Aren't you the same way?"
He cultivated like a madman, and would rush to the temple whenever he heard any news about his master.
I don't know how many times I've been disappointed.
After the master died, everyone seemed to be normal.
But he could see it clearly.
Everyone is hiding their madness.
Why.
Because he was afraid that when his master returned, he would be disappointed to see how crazy they had become.
The master is the thread that holds everyone together.
Shen Zhuochuan remained silent, threw out his gun, and began sparring with his nephew.
Baili Xijiang was extremely rebellious and confronted him with a long spear.
He kept doing it, like he was throwing a tantrum.
Shen Zhuochuan simply patiently played along with him.
Baili Xijiang eventually ran out of strength and sat down, panting heavily.
Then she suddenly lowered her head and wiped away her tears.
"I miss my master so much."
"Why hasn't Master returned yet?"
"I've already become a Pill Saint, why doesn't my master want me anymore?"
"They must think my pills aren't good enough. I'm going to start making pills."
As the most favored young master of the dragon clan, Baili Xijiang was nowhere near the demeanor of a young master at this moment.
She cried so hard she scrambled to get to the alchemy room.
Then Shen Zhuochuan grabbed him by the collar.
"You are no longer allowed to refine pills. You must go out, whether it is to reach the summit of Cloud Palace or to travel."
Song Tingwan's departure has left many people, including him, obsessed with her.
My most rebellious and lively nephew spends all his time either refining elixirs or crying while clutching the elixir manual left by Song Tingwan.
Shen Zhuochuan forcibly dragged him out.
The Alchemist Saint of the Dragon Clan.
He's still such a young boy.
It's easy to imagine how shocking this was to the cultivation world.
For a time, countless people came seeking the elixir.
But every time someone came to ask for the elixir, they would ask who his master was.
The young alchemist would then cry until his eyes were blurred with tears, repeatedly chanting his master's name and praising how powerful his master was.
It's the same every time.
The crowd gained a better understanding of Song Tingwan, the alchemist whom the world called a goddess.
This also bestowed upon some peerless alchemists a reputation.
But the man was already dead, and after the fame of Baili Xijiang was mentioned again, he continued to disappear without a trace.
Baili Xijiang refused to accept this.
He inherited his master's alchemy skills. Although he was not as proficient as his master in making seventh-grade pills, he was still unmatched in the cultivation world.
Everyone who asked him for elixirs had to spread the word about his master's reputation, and those who were unwilling could simply leave.
This is a unique threshold for the Dragon Clan's Pill Saint.
As a result, countless people who thought they would one day ask him for elixirs learned about Song Tingwan.
The collected rumors, the origins of the Fengchun Dan School, and the stunning appearance in the portrait.
There are also rumors of some mysterious and exaggerated alchemy techniques.
Each and every one of these things arouses curiosity and inevitably raises questions.
Do such people really exist?
How could someone like that be in the Foundation Establishment stage?
But every time the name Song Tingwan is mentioned...
Baili Xijiang always cries.
He was prying into people's arms, talking about how wonderful his master was.
Chen Zhuochuan, annoyed, dragged the troublesome child back and then threw him back into the clan.
It's upsetting.
Then, while overhearing the dragon clan aunties chatting, when they mentioned Yueji Pavilion, Baili Xijiang, the youngest member of the dragon clan, innocently pulled out the gold card given to him by his master.
As a result, his aunts would fawn over him and ask him to lend them their Yuejige gold cards all day long.
After hearing about his nephew's treatment within the clan, Shen Zhuochuan smiled and once again delegated the affairs of Yunque Peak to Venerable Yuntian.
Another Venerable Changliu has gone into seclusion.
Yuntian had no choice but to accept.
"Are we going to search for her again?" Yun Tianzun smiled knowingly.
Over the years, Shen Zhuochuan would leave every now and then.
To gather information, or to travel.
He nodded deeply.
He has reached the point of undergoing tribulation.
The connection with the Heavenly Dao is becoming increasingly strong.
My premonition grew stronger.
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