The crimson mist fell into the ghostly aura.
Song Tingwan, Shen Zhuochuan, and the large group of ghost cultivators all kept a close eye on Wu Ling's changes.
The ghostly aura dispersed, then gathered again, and then dispersed once more.
The humanoid figure formed from ghostly energy slowly lost its form again.
Then, heavenly lightning was drawn and condensed above the ghost cultivator's territory.
Song Tingwan raised an eyebrow.
After she refined this box of pills, she wondered why there was no heavenly lightning.
It turns out that it has nothing to do with the elixir itself, but rather the karma falls on the person who uses the elixir.
Thunderclouds gathered.
Wu Ling's ghostly energy transformed into a wisp and crashed into the thunderclouds in the sky, whereupon lightning struck down.
The collision produced a tremendous roar.
Then.
The wind rises.
The person fell.
Wu Ling kept his eyes tightly closed, but his father, Wu Gan, was so excited that ghostly energy was surging around him.
"This...this...okay, okay."
The father was overjoyed to see that his son's body had truly been restored.
Wu Ling landed from mid-air with her eyes closed.
A surge of mixed demonic and supernatural power from his body supported him, and after he landed steadily, he opened his eyes amidst the expectant gazes of the crowd.
What followed was ecstasy.
"Wan'er, I've really recovered."
He touched his chest, then his hands and face; the feeling of having something lost and then found again was truly overwhelming.
The others laughed, happy for him, which also attracted countless ghost cultivators to flock to him.
The ghost cultivators lined up, and Song Tingwan nodded and smiled at Wu Ling. Then she took out all the pills from the wooden box and waved her hand, turning them into a mist of pills in mid-air.
"fall--"
In an instant, a crimson mist condensed in the sky.
The ghost cultivators gazed expectantly at the sky, waiting for the elixir mist to fall.
The green mist fell and merged into a vast expanse of ghostly energy.
The sky was filled with lightning and thunder, and the world changed color.
The Cloud Hidden Clan members all looked over, gathering at a distance to avoid being affected by the lightning tribulation, and stopping to watch the spectacle from a distance.
"As expected of Awan, she can even reshape the body of a ghost cultivator."
“Our Cloud Hidden Clan is full of geniuses, and Awan and Ayao are the best among them.”
"That's because we're blessed by heaven and hardworking."
Each one of them was as proud as a peacock, dressed in fine clothes and carrying a vegetable basket.
After the group of ghost cultivators reconstructed their bodies, Song Tingwan greeted Aji.
Wanqiji was extremely grateful. Once others learned of this, the Demon Realm would once again become the target of envy.
"Wu Ling, are you leaving now?"
Song Tingwan looked at her friend who had been with her for many years with emotion.
Wu Ling exchanged a glance with her father, who was still not calm, and then shook her head.
"After your six-month period has passed, neither my father nor I will set off again."
With only a few days left, fearing unforeseen circumstances, they chose to stay.
A few days passed in the blink of an eye.
Song Tingwan laughed in surprise, "How come you all knew too?"
Baili Xijiang's eyes darted around, looking all around.
Shen Zhuochuan chuckled and explained, "While you were in seclusion, Xiao Hei would wander around aimlessly and bother Wu Ling all day long."
That poor kid, he can blurt out anything without saying a word.
Baili Xijiang frowned. "I only said that because I knew Master trusted Wu Ling."
He wouldn't tell anyone else.
Song Tingwan covered her mouth and laughed, then exchanged a glance with Shen Zhuochuan before speaking to Wu Ling and his son:
"You used to always watch over us, but today you're coming back to Magnolia Garden with us so we can treat you properly."
Grandpa Wu Gan leaned closer and asked mysteriously, "Do you still have your pickled fish?"
He was several generations older than them, an age when he shouldn't care about food and drink, but those kids were talking about this stuff every day for a while.
This also aroused his curiosity.
Wu Ling chuckled, covering her face somewhat embarrassed, but also equally expectant.
The feeling of being able to look at food but not eat it was terrible.
Baili Xijiang couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Hahaha, Master probably doesn't have any left. Wait for me, I'll go to Jiangcheng to buy some right now!"
Having said that, the man who was laughing heartily transformed into a black dragon, flew into the clouds, and disappeared in an instant.
Seeing the embarrassed look on Wu Gan's face, Song Tingwan shook her head helplessly, "My apprentice is a bit unruly, please don't take offense."
Shen Zhuochuan gently invited the father and son to the Magnolia Courtyard, saying, "Although he is a bit unruly, he has a good heart. Let's wait for him to bring back the pickled fish."
"Haha, sure, sure, but it must be hard on that little black dragon." Wu Gan laughed heartily, and Wu Ling smiled back without being polite.
After all, we're already so familiar with each other.
Inside the Magnolia Courtyard, the viewing platform welcomed another wave of visitors.
After hearing that Wu Gan and the other ghost cultivators were reshaping their bodies, the old patriarch also took Canxing for a walk.
They were then invited to stay and have tea together.
The conversation inevitably turned to Song Tingwan's six-month agreement and the upcoming sect competition of the Sword Inquiry Sect.
"There are only a few days left, Awan, you must stay calm. No matter what happens, a few more days won't make a difference," Song Hexi said earnestly as he sipped his tea.
Canxing wanted to do some more calculations, but Song Tingwan pressed her hand back down as soon as she raised it.
"Stop calculating, I'll listen to you and stay home."
Shen Zhuochuan nodded with a smile, "At such a young age, you should take extra care of your health."
While eating peanuts, Wu Gan also spoke up: "You young priests must not be destitute in your youth, and those who peer into the heavens should be even more careful."
The elderly are most reluctant to see a genius perish; it is truly a regrettable thing.
Just like... his son once was.
Wu Gan looked at his son's smiling face with emotion, feeling fortunate that his son had met Song Tingwan and the others.
"All right."
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