Meeting her teasing gaze, Shen Zhuochuan chuckled softly and grabbed the provocative fingertips resting on his shoulder.
"I knew you had collected quite a few magical artifacts."
She was never someone who overestimated her abilities.
Since she chose to stay with her Foundation Establishment cultivation level, she must have the ability to protect herself.
When he grabbed her fingertips, Song Tingwan was stunned for a moment, her eyes flickered slightly, and she withdrew her hand.
"I certainly don't have as many as you do. Do you have any other treasures like the Radiant Purple Lotus Umbrella?"
The man who had just grabbed the empty space raised an eyebrow and smiled helplessly upon hearing this: "I only got one of those spiritual artifacts. There is another spiritual artifact made by Master Yunlin at the top of Yunque, the Fuyin Jinqin, which is used by music cultivators."
He also snatched the shimmering purple lotus umbrella from the auction house; if it weren't for his status at the Cloud Palace Peak, he probably wouldn't have been able to get it.
Do you really think good stuff is as common as cabbage?
"With Fellow Daoist Shen's strength, what good stuff wouldn't he have?"
She joked with a smile.
Shen Zhuochuan took out his folding fan, opened it with a whoosh, and laughed in her tone: "With Fellow Daoist Song's skill in making pills, what good stuff can't you have?"
The two exchanged a glance and chuckled.
Each knows their own bottom line.
"I'll be at the City Lord's Mansion these next few days. The situation in Beihe will become even more chaotic in two days, so you should prepare accordingly."
It means that you can come to him if you need anything.
Song Tingwan nodded, accepting his kind offer.
The two then parted ways.
Shen Zhuochuan watched as she put on her cloak; her extraordinary figure was undeniable from behind.
It's best if nothing bad happens in this chaotic place.
Song Tingwan returned to the place where she had met Shen Tu Changqing before. The burly man enthusiastically led her to see the leader of the rogue cultivators.
After a while of fussing, it got dark before they had given out many pills.
The inns in Beihe were already full, so through Shen Tu Changqing's connections, he managed to find a place to stay with a female cultivator.
That night, the long-dormant sound transmission talisman vibrated.
With disheveled hair and a beautiful face, she opened her eyes in the darkness.
He lazily tapped the air, and the sound transmission talisman silently appeared in his palm.
—I am well, don't worry.
Her casual gaze sharpened, and Song Tingwan curled her lips into a smile.
Si Yao has emerged from the secret realm.
She quietly got up from the soft couch beside the bed, and seeing that the kind female cultivator who had shared the room with her was still asleep, she slowly walked out and closed the door.
—Are you injured? Let me know when you return to the Sword Inquiry Sect. I am currently in Beihe and will set off to return to the sect before the end of the annual examination in half a month.
Suddenly, a buzzing sound came from the other end of the line.
—Are you in Beihe?
Song Tingwan then remembered that the Northern Cold Secret Realm was very close to the Northern River.
According to what Shen Zhuochuan said today, the sect already knows the Demon King's whereabouts and will send elders to provide support.
Could it be...?
—My senior brother and I are heading towards Beihe.
Two more breaths passed, and six words slowly came from the other side.
—Be careful, wait for me.
Song Tingwan frowned. She stayed after learning about the Demon King because she was protected by the spiritual light and energy of several Nascent Soul stage experts.
If she were to encounter danger, the moment her protective aura was activated, she could quickly teleport away to escape.
But Si Yao is different. If she leaves the city with her sect and others, she will face far too many dangers.
What were Yan Shanjun and Yun Qian thinking, letting a disciple with such low cultivation level as Si Yao follow them?
She suppressed some dissatisfaction and replied with a slow and deliberate "okay".
.
The next day.
Song Tingwan joined the group of independent cultivators to provide elixirs for the wounded demon hunters.
After arranging for her to be looked after by a familiar alchemist, Shentu Changqing repeatedly reminded his younger sister that her health was not good and that she should not be overworked.
The rogue cultivators who were familiar with him all looked dazed.
Shen Tu Changqing has always disliked pampered female cultivators who wear gold and silver, but today the sun must have risen in the west?
But perhaps the demonic beasts were more rampant, because there were significantly more injured cultivators today. The rogue cultivators didn't have time to think much and scattered to treat the wounded.
Song Tingwan silently joined in.
Dan Xiu was quite relaxed.
They provide the corresponding pills, but if the pills are not enough, they simply use spiritual energy to heal the wounds, unlike medical cultivators who use spiritual energy to heal each patient individually.
"We are in dire need of Spirit Essence Pills and Bone Regeneration Pills here—"
"I have it, I'm coming right now!"
"I don't have enough Rejuvenation Pills. You guys take over while I go refine another batch."
As the cultivator spoke, he hurriedly checked the medicinal herbs in his storage ring and headed towards the tent at the far end.
The tent was equipped with a magic array to provide a quiet environment for the alchemists to refine pills.
That's how alchemists are. When they're distributing pills, it's easy. But when they run out of pills, they have to go back in and refine batch after batch. When the spiritual energy is depleted, they come out and distribute healing pills. When the spiritual energy comes back, or when they gather herbs with others, they go back to their tents to refine pills.
"Where is the Bone-Regenerating Pill? This person's neck is about to break. Is there anyone who can retrieve it?"
A cultivator hurriedly grabbed a limp cultivator by the neck and shouted something.
The Bone-Regenerating Pill here is naturally not the Grade 8 pill that Song Tingwan gave to her little apprentice, but an ordinary Grade 4 Bone-Regenerating Pill.
Different prescriptions produce different effects.
The fourth-grade Bone-Regenerating Pill can only barely mend broken bones, at most preventing them from breaking completely.
The rest depends entirely on luck.
"I've run out."
"The Bone-Growing Pills have long been used up. We just gathered the medicinal herbs, and Qi Tianbao is still refining them in the tent."
The monster went berserk and lost its mind, attacking people by slapping or tearing them apart.
The Bone-Growing Pill is consumed very quickly.
Song Tingwan snapped out of her daze and quickly walked towards the injured person.
"I have."
Some people found her unfamiliar and took a few more glances, then were amazed by the beauty of her face under her cloak. But they were too busy to attend to everyone, so after handing over the injured cultivator to her, they hurriedly rushed to the next person.
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