If she hadn't come here, she would never have known how arrogant the disciples of the sect could be.
But these Northern River monsters can be killed by rogue cultivators, so why are they ranked after sect disciples when they are injured?
"...You...you're serious?!"
Shen Tu Changqing was holding the Rejuvenation Pill, wondering why it smelled so good, when she stopped him with her words.
"Are you really willing to come to this group of independent cultivators?" Shen Tu Changqing asked, his eyes wide with excitement.
She was well-dressed, and someone who could donate pills must have a wealthy background. He knew quite a few people among the rogue cultivators. Apart from medical cultivators who used spiritual energy to heal injuries and those who specialized in medicine and sound cultivation, there were very few pill cultivators.
In another two or three days, we will run out of healing pills.
One more alchemist can save many more people.
Song Tingwan nodded with a smile.
Afterwards, Shen Tu Changqing awkwardly expressed his gratitude. Many people who knew him greeted him, and some even saw Song Tingwan's face under her cloak and gasped, asking him who she was.
Shen Tu Changqing chuckled, "This is a young lady I just met; she's a pill cultivator."
And so, we finally arrived at the donation site.
Shen Tu Changqing calmed down, swallowed the pill he had been holding in his palm, and his injuries were instantly healed.
He straightened his tattered clothes and greeted the guards at the gate of the mansion.
"Old Li, this is a cultivator who has come to donate pills. Quickly take him in and register him."
The guards of the North River City Lord's Mansion all looked over. When they saw that it was Shen Tu Changqing, they smiled and approached, saying, "Why did you bring people here personally?"
Didn't you dislike sect cultivators?
The head guard winked at him.
Shentu Changqing waved his hand, "Sister Song is not like those people. She is under my protection. Don't you dare bully her."
The head guard laughed heartily, "With Shen Tu Changqing protecting you, who in Beihe would dare to provoke you?"
The two chatted as if no one else was around, while the other guards continued to stand guard without looking at them, seemingly used to it.
Song Tingwan stood quietly to the side, smiling slightly.
People kept coming to Beihe to provide support, and both inside and outside the city were tense as they fought off the monsters.
With more people, things become more complicated. Shen Tu Changqing is more meticulous than his appearance suggests. He made sure she showed her face in front of the city lord's guard captain, which meant that if something really happened, he would give her some face.
Her newly acquainted body cultivator friend seems to hold a high position in Beihe.
"Alright, alright, I'll treat you to drinks another day. You take my younger sister to donate some medicine first; I need to take her back to heal people's injuries," Shen Tu Changqing said with a smile, patting the guard captain's shoulder.
Old Li glanced at the direction inside the mansion with a troubled expression. "You don't know, a few Nascent Soul experts just arrived. They seem to be from the Cloud Palace Peak, here to donate things. Immortal Lord Zewu rushed back from outside the city to entertain them."
"Let's come back tomorrow. There are still many prominent families queuing up to donate things, and besides—"
He glanced at Song Tingwan behind Shentu Changqing and whispered to Shentu Changqing, "Since you have time to stay in Beihe, just take it out and use it. If you donate it, most of it will be distributed to the sect."
That makes sense. Shen Tu Changqing turned around thoughtfully, but he didn't know if Song Tingwan would agree.
She raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Then let's go back."
The horde of monsters is coming in a fierce and overwhelming manner; has it even reached the summit of the Cloud Palace in the Ninth Heaven?
Shen Zhuochuan seems to be staying over there; it's unclear whether he will be the one to arrive.
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Upon receiving an affirmative answer, Shentu Changqing couldn't resist turning around and patting her on the shoulder.
The intention was to be somewhat moved, as it is rare for disciples of sects to empathize with independent cultivators.
But he didn't know that Song Tingwan was physically weak. When he struck her with his palm, Song Tingwan was swayed and her face turned pale as she was stunned for a moment.
He instinctively took half a step back, swaying precariously.
hiss--
It hurts so much.
It felt like my shoulder was about to break.
She has always been well protected, and she herself has a lot of defensive magical artifacts protecting her. She also doesn't like to join in the fun or participate in fights, so she hasn't been injured in a long time.
Unexpectedly, a light tap from a body cultivator caused excruciating pain.
Shen Tu Changqing was taken aback, looking at his palm and then at Song Tingwan, who was clutching her shoulder and unable to speak from the pain. "I didn't use any force..."
Why does she look like she's about to cry when people take pictures of her?
The next moment, the swaying girl was supported by someone's shoulder.
A tall, imposing figure suddenly appeared, dressed in a white robe and wearing a jade crown, firmly grasping her shoulders to steady her.
"Are you alright?"
The voice was clear and crisp, and Song Tingwan felt it was somewhat familiar, but her shoulder was in great pain, so she subconsciously pressed against the other person's shoulder and breathed slowly.
"Who are you! Let her go!"
Shen Tu Changqing was still stunned and about to apologize when a tall, handsome man with a cold and aloof appearance suddenly appeared.
He wanted to ask where this lecherous fellow came from, but the other person only gave him a displeased, indifferent glance, and his mind started buzzing.
It was the pressure from the strong.
Song Tingwan pursed her lips tightly, and the familiar scent of pine branches emanating from the person she was leaning against made her breathe a sigh of relief.
She knew that Shentu Changqing had no ill intentions, and now he was circling around her with guilt, extremely anxious.
But the pain prevented her from speaking.
She kept her head down, her misty eyes barely able to contain the shimmering tears, but it was too embarrassing to cry in public after being slapped by a body cultivator.
When will this terrible constitution ever be cured?
The person supporting her shoulder paused slightly, then gently patted her back, as if pulling her into an embrace. Spiritual energy condensed in their hand as they placed their large hand over her pink fingertips.
A warm spiritual energy swept over.
Song Tingwan's breathing gradually returned to normal.
A moment later, she lifted her head from the man's shoulder, her eyes still misty, and met his concerned gaze at close range.
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