Song Tingwan wanted to ask a question mark.
Fortunately, they didn't let her guess too much and sent another message right away.
"—He and I are old acquaintances, but… Hold on! I have nothing to say, Little Mian'er. Don't even think about getting anything out of me. He's a righteous cultivator, and I have a grudge against him. The thing I gave you was to protect you; it has nothing to do with him!"
A seemingly plausible statement left Song Tingwan completely baffled.
But one thing is certain: Ling was a Mahayana cultivator in his previous life, and perhaps even a righteous one who couldn't tolerate any imperfections, otherwise that beautiful fox wouldn't have hated him so much.
—Sister Su Xi, please.
She replied instantly.
—What, you want to come to the demon realm to be my alchemist? My darling Mian'er, sit in your big sister's lap and I'll let you hug my tail.
Song Tingwan shuddered and quickly threw the telepathic message back into her ring.
Although the fluffy big tail is really attractive.
.
Two weeks later.
Zero didn't come back.
I heard that Zewu was beaten up.
And it was his closest friend who made the call.
But his friend said he was innocent and that he had no memory of that time.
They're all Mahayana stage cultivators; surely they can't be proven by soul searching just for a beating?
For Immortal Lord Zewu, being beaten up was not scary; what was scary was being beaten up in front of a group of female cultivators who admired him.
They've completely lost face.
Song Tingwan laughed non-stop while watching it, wondering which kind person had done it.
Until zero returns.
The ghostly figure materialized in front of her, first placing a box containing black fox fur in front of her, then speaking in a serious voice, he said that he had beaten up Zewu.
Song Tingwan looked at him in surprise.
Ghost cultivators are basically without desires or wants; most of them don't even have memories, and their emotions are flat.
"Why."
"That person talks a lot. He is indeed worthy of serving his master. He is warm and righteous, which makes me feel... a bit more emotional."
The ghostly aura drifted away in a hazy mist, but Song Tingwan was happy for him, "Your emotional perception has returned, and perhaps your memories will return as well."
Zero hummed in agreement, then looked at the black and purple fox fur in the box. "Your friend was very unkind to me. She said she would recognize my voice even if it were ashes, but she gave me a fox fur out of respect for you."
Zero transformed into a wisp of ghostly energy and burrowed into the slender fox fur.
Song Tingwan picked it up curiously, and the fox fur flew directly to the inside of her wrist.
The fox fur transformed into a blackish-purple line, turning into a mysterious mark the size of a fingernail, like a tattoo.
"Owner."
Song Tingwan was surprised to find that she could now communicate with Zero in her mind.
Moreover, this mark isolates the ghostly energy, meaning that you will have a personal bodyguard from now on.
The kind that you can carry around even within the Sword Inquiry Sect.
You're safe and sound now.
Song Tingwan smiled with delight, so happy that she went to the Spirit Network again to read the record of Zewu Immortal Lord being beaten.
After watching it, I still think Zero did a great job. He didn't expose his identity, and he also made Zewu Immortal Lord lose face, which is what he cares about most.
She rummaged through the ring and, with great difficulty, found a Qi-replenishing pill used by ghost cultivators.
After Zero consumed it, the ghostly energy became even more solid, and the barrier she had set up almost shattered. She had no choice but to let Zero stay inside the mark.
Good news kept coming in, and Xiao Ao was breaking through boundaries, as were her friends.
Only she saw her cultivation level increase only tiny bit by tiny bit.
But she was also easygoing, and she was happy to watch her younger sister beat up Jin Dan every day.
Just then, Baili Xijiang hurriedly brought over a large box.
"Master, Master! This is something my uncle gave you."
...Shen Zuochuan.
Song Tingwan's smile faltered slightly as she looked at him with a puzzled expression.
Baili Xijiang didn't care, and obediently followed his uncle's instructions, throwing the item in front of her and running away.
My uncle said that his master was being too polite; she wouldn't have accepted it if she hadn't done so.
I've learned something!
The little black dragon came down in a flash, and then it was gone in a flash.
Song Tingwan was left with a mixture of amusement and exasperation as she opened the box.
The box, which was half a person tall, was filled to the brim with glittering magical artifacts.
Low-level life-saving magical artifacts that others could not obtain were piled up here like they were wholesale.
So, he disappeared for so long just to save up such a big gift for her at the auction house?
Song Tingwan's eyes sparkled, and she pursed her lips, unable to stop smiling.
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