"Tell me, how did you two start fighting?"
Reaching a secluded spot, Song Tingwan, each holding a bottle of healing pills, raised an eyebrow at the two of them.
He was mainly keeping an eye on his younger sister.
Song Siyao pursed her lips and opened the stopper. The aroma of medicine wafted out, warm and elegant, a unique fragrance from Song Tingwan's hands.
She swallowed a pill as usual.
The moment he took it, all his wounds healed instantly, leaving only bloodstains and his disheveled appearance.
It is a Grade Three Rejuvenation Pill.
Wan Qiji lowered his eyes, staring blankly at the expensive pill in his hand.
Seeing this, Song Tingwan sighed, took the bottle from Song Siyao's hand, and poured out a Rejuvenation Pill into his palm.
"Eat up, it's free."
As he spoke, he stuffed his sister's bottle of Rejuvenation Pills into his hand as well. Wan Qiji looked at the two bottles of Rejuvenation Pills in his hand and said, "Consider it a purchase from you."
Song Tingwan shook her head, "I refined them all myself, so they didn't cost many spirit stones."
Wan Qiji looked up in shock. Even though he was poor, he knew that the pill in his hand was fragrant, round and full, and without any defects.
How could it possibly have been made by a new disciple?
Although I knew she was a pill refiner, I never expected that she could refine such a perfect grade three pill.
He was still a little dazed, and Song Siyao, standing beside him, complained that he was dawdling.
"Eat it if I tell you to."
The two had a great time fighting, and although there was no clear winner, they developed a mutual respect for each other.
"Thanks." Wan Qiji took a Rejuvenation Pill, and like Song Siyao, all his injuries were healed.
"Alright, tell me, how did the fight start?"
Watching the two exchange words silently, Song Tingwan glanced at them discreetly, then prepared a Qi-stabilizing pill in her spatial ring.
The Grade 5 Qi-Strengthening Pill can stabilize meridians damaged by battle intent.
After the two of them explained themselves clearly, their fighting spirit had completely subsided, and only then could they take the Qi-stabilizing pill.
Wan Qiji recalled the beginning of the matter, his gaze turning somber.
"I passed by the arena and saw three people beating him, and he won."
"...I had never fought a body cultivator before, but I went up there."
In fact, Song Siyao stopped in her tracks when she saw the seemingly familiar, reckless fighting style as she passed by.
The other person's desperate and ruthless spirit reminded her of her in the slave arena.
Those three inner disciples were no pushovers either; a peak Foundation Establishment cultivator could easily knock a Qi Refining cultivator off the stage, yet the three of them insisted on playing a trick on him.
The body cultivator remained silent, getting up each time he was knocked down, his fighting spirit growing ever fiercer.
The disciples watching noticed something was wrong, but none of them spoke up to stop it.
In the cultivation world, the strong are revered, but it also harbors another kind of cruelty.
If a contestant refuses to admit defeat, no one will stop them even if they die on the stage.
Someone like Wan Qiji, burning with fighting spirit to expand his meridians, repeatedly undergoing body tempering, became unbreakable, and his fists grew harder and harder.
Therefore, everyone says that physical cultivation is like a stinky rock, difficult and strenuous to break.
Very few people would choose the path of body cultivation. Song Siyao had never seen it before. When she defeated the three opponents and countless people cheered, she found herself stepping onto the competition stage as if by some strange twist of fate.
—I want to have a match with you.
Originally, they just wanted to have a match and experience the battle against a body cultivator, but they didn't expect the two of them to get more and more excited as they fought.
The last thing that happened was that it was out of control.
.
Unlike Wan Qiji's inability to speak, Song Siyao calmly recounted what had happened.
"Three people, are those distant relatives of yours causing you trouble again?"
Song Tingwan frowned. After Wan Qiji left with them, she never saw them again.
So they were secretly picking a fight behind the scenes.
She narrowed her eyes, keeping the matter in mind, and then looked at Song Siyao with a hint of helplessness.
"They just finished a match, and you immediately rush over to join in the fun?"
They didn't even offer to let the other person rest.
Song Siyao pursed her lips and glanced at Wan Qiji, "What a coincidence, we'll be at a huge loss if we can't find anyone next time."
Sister, it's not funny to joke with such a cold face.
Song Tingwan sighed resignedly and smiled apologetically at Wan Qiji, "I'm sorry."
After thinking for a while, she found a suitable compensation that Wan Qiji could accept.
"How about I treat you to a meal and book your canteen for half a month?"
Wan Qiji's eyes lit up for a moment, then dimmed again.
Hesitant and indecisive, both openly and secretly.
He had gotten carried away with the fight, but the temptation of half a month's worth of spiritual food was simply too great for a poor body cultivator who was hungry all the time.
"...Seven days will be enough."
After hesitating for a moment, Wan Qiji finally managed to come up with an answer.
Song Tingwan smiled and said, "Okay."
The two seemed quite familiar with each other, and Song Siyao looked thoughtfully at their identical outer disciple robes.
"Is he the new friend you mentioned?"
Tsk, did he even take her words to heart?
Song Tingwan nodded, "There are two more. One is Qin Xi, the female cultivator who asked me to come, and the other is Baili Xijiang, who just stopped Wan Qiji."
"They are all very nice people. I'll introduce you to them another day."
Perhaps partly out of guilt, Song Siyao nodded obediently in front of her, a rare occurrence for him.
Song Tingwan saw through their scheme but didn't say anything. She took out a Guyuan Pill, gave one to each of them, and sent them away.
One was rushing to complete a task to earn spirit stones, while the other needed to go to Yun Qian to explain the situation again.
The two left one after the other, but Song Tingwan saw that her younger sister said something before parting, and Wan Qiji actually smiled and nodded.
Song Tingwan was so eager to see what they were saying that she couldn't wait to guess what they had talked about.
The woman stood there with a maternal smile on her face. Suddenly, a person walked out slowly from behind her.
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