The next day.
All sects have arrived.
They should gather in the afternoon, set up camp outside the city, and only then will the demon king's tracks be more likely to appear at night.
As dawn broke, all the major forces in the city had already gathered, and the atmosphere was quite tense.
Inside a room, a beam of light shone through the crack in the door onto the woman's face. Her skin was fair and beautiful, and her long eyelashes fluttered like fans. She opened her eyes with trembling hands.
Yesterday's sharp, needle-like pain felt like a dream.
She sat up slowly, and after feeling no pain, she moved her arms and closed her eyes to scan her body, which had been repaired by the Nourishing Essence Pill.
Her weak body, which was still in the Foundation Establishment stage, was easily restored to full health by an eighth-grade pill.
Song Tingwan opened her eyes and sighed.
Using an eighth-grade pill on oneself would be a waste, but the situation was urgent at the time, and not using it would definitely have caused excruciating pain.
She reached out to shield her eyes from the glaring sunlight, and then, with a dazed reaction, realized that she must have been unconscious for a long time.
…yesterday.
It's Shen Zhuochuan who's here.
My memory lingers on the delicate and refreshing scent of floating pine branches, so this is his territory?
Looking around, the room was simply furnished, but it felt unfamiliar; it wasn't the room she had shared with the kind female cultivator.
Just as she slowly stood up, supporting herself on the bed, the door creaked open.
What appeared was a face that resembled her by about 60%, delicate yet sharp.
The person who arrived was also taken aback, then quickly came over, "You're awake?"
It's my younger sister.
Song Tingwan smiled and took two steps forward, saying with delight, "I'm fine, how are you?"
Yesterday's thunder was too terrifying. In the panic, she subconsciously dropped her life-saving items to try and catch it, and managed to escape, leaving poor Si Yao to clean up the mess.
The oppressive force of that thunderbolt was also unbearable.
Song Siyao shook her head. "I'm fine."
She paused, then met Song Tingwan's gentle and concerned gaze, recalling what Shen Zhuochuan had said.
When she woke up, she was indeed more eager to see herself.
A strange joy flashed through Song Siyao's heart. She tilted her head and said in a low voice, "Yesterday, a man carried you back."
She always speaks in a very formal and measured way, but today her words focused on the word "hug".
Having lived two lives, Song Tingwan was sensitive to emotions, and upon hearing this, she couldn't help but happily look at her expression.
"Does Si Yao care about me?"
His direct, eager, and teasing gaze made me very uncomfortable.
Song Siyao remained silent, which seemed to be an admission of consent.
After teasing her for a moment, Song Tingwan covered her mouth and chuckled. Then she explained, "Is that the gentle man in white? He's my friend. If Si Yao sees him in the future, she can ask him for help."
"Don't be polite with him, he owes me a favor."
Her nephew was in her hands, and there was also a favor promised by the Dragon Clan. If Si Yao needed it, she would be happy to receive it in advance, and her sister would treat her as an equal.
When she spoke of Shen Zhuochuan, her expression was exceptionally genuine and smiling, quite different from the fleeting smile she gave to others.
For some reason, Song Siyao felt a little annoyed when he looked at her bright and cheerful appearance.
“His identity is extraordinary. Yesterday, when the lightning struck, he must have seen it was you and covered for us.”
Song Tingwan pulled her sister to sit on the edge of the bed and leaned closer to see her sister's inexplicably awkward expression.
With a hidden smile, she explained, "He is a dragon, at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. He currently resides at the Cloud Palace and enjoys drinking and watching entertainment all day long. He has a good temper."
She and Shen Zhuochuan.
We've actually only met a few times.
They each had their own way of transmitting messages, but they never sent them.
To be honest, we get along exceptionally well.
A single glance is enough to understand what the other person means.
“…”
Good-tempered?
Song Siyao recalled the man's cold and sharp gaze, and twitched her lips indifferently.
"Um."
"You slept soundly all night. All the major forces have gathered and will leave the city at noon."
Song Tingwan frowned slightly. "Are you going too?"
Song Siyao nodded, "The elders will deal with the Demon King. Senior Brother Yunqian and I will go out of the city to kill the demon beasts."
However, the Demon King's whereabouts are unpredictable, and all that can be predicted now is that tomorrow will arrive.
It is also dangerous.
Song Siyao recalled that she had been unconscious all night, so she probably didn't know about the resentment that had invaded the city.
She told her about the massacre in the north of the city and the corruption of the spirit child by resentment.
"Only one of the children could be saved. I had promised his family that I would take him back to the sect. He was a disciple of the Sword Inquiry Sect, and his family begged me, so I brought him back. After my senior sister expelled the resentment, he woke up."
Song Siyao patiently explained it to her, but Song Tingwan felt strange, "You want to take a child back to the sect? Why?"
My sister isn't the kind of benevolent bodhisattva who would bring people back to the sect for no reason.
Upon hearing this, Song Siyao's gaze lingered for a moment on her face, which was still slightly pale from her recent recovery.
Hesitantly, he took out the Bodhi root and handed it to her.
"You're a pill refiner, you should know how to use this."
The dull yellow wood was cut into rectangular blocks with heavy indentations, as if it were used to... support table legs?
It didn't look unusual at first glance. Song Tingwan wanted to reach out and take it, but it was so dirty that she pulled her hand back and put a handkerchief under it to take it.
"What's this.
Before he could finish speaking, he took the object and his consciousness was jolted.
Song Tingwan's words caught in her throat. Her clear eyes narrowed as she carefully examined the seemingly ordinary piece of wood in her hand.
That's strange.
Just one glance was enough to stir one's divine sense.
The item was extraordinary, and she carefully sent a wisp of her divine sense to scan it.
Instantly, one's consciousness is drawn into the wooden block, as if entering a hot spring, making one feel intoxicated and lingering.
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