"Oh dear, Junior Sister Si Yao doesn't look too good either. What happened?"
"You don't know yet? Junior Sister's outer sect sister came to Beihe to help. She's not in good health. She was knocked unconscious by the lightning during the day and hasn't woken up yet."
"That's so exaggerated, how weak must her sister be..."
"Hey, shh, don't say that, we're all from the same sect."
"I didn't mean anything by it, but how about we gather some pills and see if we can invite a pill refiner to cultivate a pill?"
Several cultivators watched Song Siyao hurry past, and as they passed by together, they whispered among themselves behind her.
Inside the room, Song Siyao looked at the pale-faced person still unconscious on the bed, and sat down beside her with a complicated expression.
The lightning bolt was incredibly powerful, and she simply stood in front of it to block it.
He usually gets out of breath just climbing a few stairs, but he reacted so quickly when lightning struck.
Recalling how Shen Zhuochuan had silently appeared before her an hour earlier, holding the weak and unconscious Song Tingwan in his arms, her heart still ached.
The imposing man told her, "She's fine. I was going to take her to my place, but I think she'd rather see you when she wakes up."
After Shen Zhuochuan finished speaking, he gave her a deep look, but Song Siyao didn't quite understand.
He didn't say anything more, gently placed the person on her bed, glanced back at the unconscious person, and teleported away without saying goodbye.
After he left, Song Siyao sat there staring at her, whose breathing was barely audible, for a long, long time. She knew that Song Tingwan had a lot of pills, but she still checked her body.
I was able to relax after slowly recovering.
But Song Tingwan is likely to remain unconscious here for an unknown period of time, and the spirit jade tokens she took out today still need to be concealed.
She needs to come up with an explanation.
So Song Siyao took a puppet from her storage ring, transformed it into the appearance of Song Tingwan in a deep sleep, tore off a teleportation talisman, and ran in through the main gate while carrying the puppet.
When she encountered a concerned fellow disciple, she had no choice but to pretend to be embarrassed and stop to explain.
It is said that Song Tingwan went to Beihe alone. Today, her weak body could not withstand the terrifying pressure of the heavenly lightning. By the time Song Siyao found her, she had already been unconscious for an unknown period of time, so he quickly brought her back.
Yun Qian had recognized her before and was aware that his junior sister's older sister was in poor health, so he came to visit her without hesitation after hearing the news.
The eldest disciple has come in person, and everyone in the Sword Inquiry Sect has learned of this news.
No one connected this weak outer sect alchemist with the person who used the spirit jade tablets of two powerful beings.
Only Zewu, after his subordinate finished speaking, narrowed his long, almond-shaped eyes and secretly made a note of Song Siyao's sister.
He had met Fairy Pillow Sleep more than once, and exchanging pills with her always required using one's innate skill.
According to his private investigations, many powerful figures are unwilling to take out the spirit jade tokens that represent their identities. After all, if the person who obtains them uses them for something and then blames them, their thousand-year reputation will be ruined in an instant.
Zhenmian was very firm; she would not provide the pills unless the other party agreed to the exchange.
Now, all the people he knows have reasons to be replaced, otherwise they will die and disappear, without even having the chance to be implicated and wronged by the spirit jade tablet.
This is the first time she has used the Spirit Jade Tablet since Zhenmian appeared.
Immortal Lord Zewu stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the surging, enraged demonic energy outside Beihe City, his eyes deep and dark.
Yan Shanjun's youngest apprentice must know something.
Her comatose sister is also suspicious.
etc.
A smile suddenly appeared on Immortal Lord Zewu's serene face. Song Siyao's older sister had previously been treating the wounded in the loose cultivators' sect.
"Have the city lord find that Shentu Body Cultivator and hand over the pills that the Cloak Pill Cultivator gave him."
If the Sleeping Fairy truly has low cultivation...
A determined glint flashed in the man's eyes; the temptation of controlling a pill refiner capable of producing eighth-grade pills was simply too great.
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Inside the room of the Sword Inquiry Sect.
Song Siyao sat there blankly, carefully pulling the blanket up a little more for the unconscious person.
She had heard her father mention that Song Tingwan's body was different from that of ordinary cultivators. Even after reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, she would still feel cold and hot, just like someone who couldn't cultivate, and would also get sick from colds and flu.
Song Tingwan is a powerful alchemist.
Song Siyao's suspicions became clearer.
If even she couldn't heal her own body, how difficult must it be?
Is it impossible to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage in one's entire life...?
A look of reluctance flashed in Song Siyao's eyes, and she secretly made up her mind.
She took out a communication talisman and carefully asked Song Chaoxuan about the prescription needed to restore Song Tingwan's body.
Not knowing what Song Chaoxuan was doing, she didn't reply to her for the time being.
The old man, who had been silent until now, suddenly sat up.
"...She was born with a deficiency in her spiritual veins. There is a Bodhi Root that can improve her constitution, which is in Beihe, not far from you."
The old man's tone was no longer loud and boisterous, which made Song Siyao feel a little uncomfortable.
But given the warning of divine punishment and his intermittent words, she could roughly guess the reason.
I don't know the specifics, but I do know that it was because of her that a swordsman could no longer touch his beloved sword, and the sword techniques remained in his heart, gathering dust and grime.
How cruel.
She felt so guilty that she didn't know what to say.
"Alright, I know what you're thinking. The person I resent the least is you, little girl."
The old man chuckled, and a glimmer of his former light returned to his eyes.
"It is fate that we are destined to be together."
"I should have perished long ago. It is a blessing from heaven that I have survived. I should not ask for more."
His emotions were really strange just now, and now that he has calmed down, it seems even stranger.
He wasn't one to hold grudges. Sword cultivators were straightforward; they would draw their swords and slash, and if they couldn't win, they would die.
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