Wanqiji:...
He silently closed his eyes amidst the spiritual pressure.
Can anyone tell him?
Why are all his teammates so extraordinary?
Miss Song possesses a mysterious and unpredictable alchemy skill.
Qin Xi, the young master of the Tianji Sect.
Baili Xijiang…
It looks like a dragon.
The only honest and straightforward physical cultivator couldn't accept it.
Moreover, he was poor.
I can't accept that anymore.
The dark-skinned body cultivator gritted his teeth silently, his suppressed motivation giving him a boost, and stepped directly up one step.
The two took another step closer in an instant, and Song Siyao's gaze deepened.
She turned her head with relief, held her breath and tried to adjust to the pressure, attempting to climb upwards again.
Two people and a dragon, each bearing unparalleled spiritual pressure, gritted their teeth and resolved to climb to the top, even if it meant crawling, all for the sake of their shared goal.
Outside the nine-story pagoda.
These days, Lord Yanshan and the elders have come to check on things from time to time. Today, a group of them stood neatly in front of the light screen, each sighing with admiration.
"There are only one or two more steps left before we can get the rewards for the eighth level. There are quite a few good things on the eighth level too. I wonder if they will continue under such spiritual pressure."
"No disciple has reached the top in all these years. Perhaps they give up after trying the ninth floor for a while."
"Perhaps this year is an exception; don't forget there's a baby dragon among them."
The elders chatted and laughed.
Yan Shanjun shook his head silently.
They will continue.
For that frail little girl.
He looked at the three figures, struggling to breathe in pain, with a smile in his eyes. "Hang in there, boys. You'll see how great the benefits are when you get out."
Just like the other three disciples, they leaped two minor realms after they came out.
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Inside the tower, the sun shines as if it were ten thousand years.
Outside the tower, Song Tingwan was also uneasy. She kept Xiao Ao company in the house, and then went down the mountain with Qin Xi for a stroll. She also explained many things to Pei Xiang'an and Shen Tu in Yunzhong City.
That day, the woman, clutching a white fur ball in her arms and with a fluffy shawl draped over her wrist, leaned against the window, clearly troubled.
How is Ayao?
Her silly little apprentice has managed to hold on until now; he must be incredibly stubborn.
And there's Aji.
He doesn't talk much, but he's the one who loves to give silently.
She trusted the three of them, but was also deeply worried about the power of the Nine-Story Pagoda.
What should I do if I get injured?
I don't know if I can take the pill to heal my injuries.
Her mind was in turmoil.
When she wasn't smiling, even though she was dressed in a pale yellow dress and a snow-white fox fur coat, her fair face and beautiful features made her appear aloof and unapproachable when she slightly frowned.
"Aww~"
Sensing its owner's low spirits, the little white tiger stretched out its paws, plucked the newly replaced spirit flower from the windowsill, held it in its two front paws, and tripped every few steps.
It rolled halfway up, protecting the flower, tilted its head, opened its watery eyes, and put its two paw pads together, trying its best to hold up the little flower for its owner to see.
The fluffy little thing is holding up a flower with both paws.
It's really heartbreaking.
The beautiful woman smiled, regaining her usual gentle demeanor, and bent down to accept the flowers from Xiao Ao, who had worked so hard.
“Our little Ao loves me the most.”
A delicate lily of the valley, radiating a spiritual aura, adorned her fingertips. Little Ao, still not satisfied, jumped up and slapped the slender flower branch with its paw.
Catalyzed by demonic power, it exudes a powerful aura when it blooms.
The spiritual energy of the green plants glowed and lingered around her.
Xiao Ao finally squatted down contentedly, its beastly eyes squinting as it tilted its little head back, waiting for its master's praise.
Meanwhile, it quietly watches its owner, wondering if the owner is still sad.
Song Tingwan chuckled and gently patted the little one's head. "Good boy, I'm fine. I was just worried about your sister Yao and the others."
To be honest, apart from Ayao, the little guy hasn't met any of her other friends yet.
He had been back in the sect for two years, spending his days either in her room or playing wildly in the mustard seed space.
"This time they're out, how about they introduce you to their other older brothers and sisters?"
She gently scratched its chin with her slender, pink fingertips. The little white tiger looked at her with a pitiful expression and tears in its eyes, clearly unwilling.
Looks like a pitiful little thing.
Helpless, Song Tingwan scooped it back into her arms and coaxed, "Didn't you want to go out and play on the way home this time? Your older brothers and sisters will come along too."
"Little Ao, do you still remember that deck of cards? Your older brothers and sisters all praised it highly, saying that Little Ao on it was so cute."
How can we help a child overcome shyness?
Song Tingwan was worried because it was her first time taking care of a baby.
It's been two years, and I've never been able to coax him successfully even once.
But the little guy's trauma was so heartbreaking that she couldn't bear to force it.
The little tiger lay sprawled out like a pancake, its fighting spirit gone, and covered its eyes with its two paws.
"Awoooooo!"
It likes its owner's older sister.
I also like Sister Ayao.
In the past two years, when Sister Ayao came to see her owner, she would occasionally bring her toys like rattan balls and tiger hats, but other people...
Little Ao is so scared.
From birth, its only memories are of being carried around by its mother, who repeatedly warned it that many bad people wanted to kill them.
Therefore, don't trust anyone.
In the little tiger's mind, the mother's words and the owner's sister's words collided and fought fiercely.
Song Tingwan chuckled and gently stroked its fur.
"Alright, alright, if you don't like it, then don't bother me."
Having appeased the clingy and stubborn little one, and with nothing else to do today, Qin Xiaoxi said goodbye to her senior sisters.
After sending Xiao Ao into the mustard seed space, she planned to go find Pei Yuan.
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The simple cave dwelling of the past has now been replaced by pavilions and towers.
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