The Bagua compass is simple and ancient; the moment you take it out, you can feel its subtle and extraordinary mystery.
Such items are very rare.
The demon king, who was terrifying and unpredictable in his past life, is now just a naive young boy.
He shook his head slowly. "You saved me."
If you lose your life, this Bagua compass will be of no use.
He didn't explain, but whenever you met his gaze, it was as if he said everything.
He was withdrawn and uneasy, yet also clear-headed and sincere.
"...In that case, thank you."
With a calm smile, Song Tingwan accepted the palm-sized Bagua plate.
After seeing her accept it, Chu Tan slowly added, "I should be thanking you. If one day I surpass my master in alchemy, you can ask me for pills."
The Supreme Elder of the Suspended Pot Sect has been in seclusion for a century.
He is one of only three alchemists in the world capable of refining eighth-grade pills.
Such a promise carries immense weight.
Upon hearing this, Song Tingwan looked up and smiled at him, saying, "Then Fellow Daoist Chu must work hard. I'll be waiting for that day."
Alchemy is good.
Look at the light in his eyes when he talks about alchemy, then he should dedicate his life to alchemy and not become a gloomy villainous demon king.
"good."
Song Tingwan smiled gently. Li Sheng glanced at her strangely, wondering if it was just his imagination, but he felt that Song's smile was much more genuine than before.
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I rested for one night.
The next day, Song Tingwan, Song Siyao, and the real Zhuang Niang who had been found were invited into the city lord's mansion.
The magnificent city lord's mansion stood out starkly against the barren landscape of Beihe.
Song Tingwan remained silent, letting her younger sister help her as they walked into the main hall on the cashmere carpet.
Besides the three of them, there was also Little Fish being led by Elder Sparrow Shadow.
Upon seeing his mother, the child happily tried to run towards her, but Zewu stopped him.
He smiled and patted the child's head, then smiled at Zhuang Niang: "I'll give the child back to you later."
As the child struggled, Song Tingwan noticed something tied to his short wrist.
"We brought everyone, except for a body cultivator named Shentu Changqing, whom we couldn't find."
The three top experts sitting at the head of the table all looked over upon hearing this.
All of them were at the Mahayana stage of cultivation.
One was the patriarch of the Hehuan Sect, a flamboyant male cultivator who leaned lazily against the wall, his androgynous face bearing a faint smile.
One was an immortal from Penglai, with a white beard, an air of otherworldly grace, and calm, smiling eyes that conveyed a sense of benevolence.
One more...
The little owl, who was sleeping inside the mustard seed bracelet and waiting for its chance to advance, trembled. A sense of panic was transmitted to Song Tingwan through the bracelet.
She lowered her eyes imperceptibly, her powerful, alert divine sense, which had been waiting for an opportunity, quieted down, and her aura became even more restrained.
The last one was probably from the demon race. He was burly and his eyes were like those of a ferocious beast. His gaze towards her was as cold and bloodthirsty as his gaze towards everyone else.
He was filled with murderous intent, and the others kept a certain distance from him.
With three top experts above, the rest of Zewu Queying and the others watched from the side. She also saw the hypocritical smile of the North River City Lord, as well as two cultivators who had dealt with Zhenmian's disguise.
And at the very edge, there's Chen Zhuochuan, casually leaning against a pillar.
The man raised an eyebrow at her. Song Tingwan lowered her eyes and smiled, then composed herself and bowed with the others.
"We have already learned the details of what happened, and we have also searched the Demon King's goddess to find out the cause. Today, we have specially invited you young friends to listen to it."
The immortal from Penglai spoke in a deep voice, revealing the answer they had obtained through their search for the divine.
"The Demon King was once a cultivator from the Northern River. Unwilling to be mediocre, he drank the Demon Heart and went astray, feeding on resentment and gradually becoming violent and indiscriminate in killing, and his mind became unclear."
"That child was the biological son abandoned by the Demon King when he was still a normal cultivator. He sensed the bloodline and came to the city, wanting to snatch his biological son's body as a shell to draw out the resentment of his biological son to stabilize his cultivation."
“He never intended to attack and massacre the city. He originally wanted to lure the tiger away from the mountain, kidnap the child, take over the body elsewhere, and then dominate the area.”
The three sentences contained a great deal of information, and Song Tingwan subconsciously looked at the stunned Zhuang Niang.
All eyes fell on Zhuang Niang, the woman who had been hanging her head and pretending to be tired and sad when she saw the big shots, but at this moment she suddenly snatched her child back.
He tilted his head slightly, his voice resounding.
“The child was indeed picked up from outside the city by Shentu and me.”
“But from that moment on, he was my own son, and had nothing to do with any demon king.”
“Although my man has disappeared, don’t think you can bully a woman like me. If you can’t tolerate my son, give him back to me and I’ll take him away.”
As he spoke, the silver hairpin transformed into a sword, and the Golden Core stage sword cultivator stood holding the child in one arm, sword in hand.
They showed no sign of backing down in the face of all those at the Nascent Soul and Mahayana stages.
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