The cultivator with the broken neck was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. Seeing Song Tingwan pour out the pills from the ordinary porcelain bottle, he quickly swallowed them.
This cultivator was experienced; he was prepared for excruciating pain and had just closed his eyes to receive the agony when he unexpectedly felt a chill on the back of his neck, followed by a warm sensation enveloping his flesh and bones.
In the blink of an eye, my neck was healed.
"Holy crap!"
He couldn't help but blurt it out, then cautiously turned his head.
It's completely healed.
The cultivator looked at the alchemist beside him in shock.
The woman wore a fox fur cloak that covered most of her clothes, but when you got close and saw her gentle and tolerant eyes, her slender frame became like that of an ethereal beauty.
"You, you, you, fairy, what kind of elixir did you just give me?"
The cultivator stumbled and hesitated, unable to meet her clear eyes.
With such potent medicinal effects, could he be a master alchemist?
What merit or ability does he possess!
Many people around noticed the unusual effects of the pill. Song Tingwan pulled her cloak tighter and smiled, seemingly puzzled: "Is there something wrong with a fourth-grade bone-regenerating pill?"
This is seriously wrong!
No one's fourth-grade pills have such good effects.
"Oh no! Another one has collapsed! Someone come quick and check on them!"
Song Tingwan turned around at the sound and saw that the cultivator with the broken neck had recovered. She nodded and smiled at him before going to take over the next one.
The next half day.
The cultivators in this area all knew that a powerful figure, suspected to be a Pill Saint, had arrived.
The pills she offered were incredibly effective, and she was also very generous, readily offering many rare and precious pills without hesitation.
Also, Shen Tu Changqing, who went outside the city, is no longer acting as a human shield; he is focused on rescuing people.
He would retrieve one and toss it next to Song Tingwan. By evening, after tossing yet another hothead who had almost been trampled to death next to her, Shen Tu Changqing breathed a sigh of relief and found a corner to squat down and calm down.
Running back and forth between the city and the countryside would be tiring even for a mule.
"Spirit Fruit Juice".
The cultivators who hunted demons outside the city would set up camp at night, and the number of wounded people brought in would decrease sharply.
Song Tingwan went to the side and bought two bowls of sweet fruit juice containing spiritual energy, and gave one to the big man who was slumped on the ground.
"This stuff is expensive, young lady, keep it for yourself."
Shen Tu Changqing swallowed silently as he smelled the sweet aroma of the juice, but he couldn't accept a reward without having done anything for her. He had also left her with so many wounded soldiers today, so how could he possibly ask her to treat him to something to drink?
Song Tingwan smiled, and the graceful and dignified female cultivator squatted down beside him and handed the bowl to him again.
“I have a friend who practices self-cultivation and eats almost six meals a day. Brother Shentu, aren’t you hungry after running around all day?”
That's Wanqiji, who spends all his time either running quests or eating.
Seeing her squat down, Shentu Changqing was horrified and quickly stood up, supporting himself on the ground.
"You must be someone important, how come you're squatting with me?"
As soon as she squatted down, all the passing monks looked at her.
Her demeanor and speech resembled that of a well-bred noblewoman, yet she knelt down before the rugged body cultivator.
Delicate and frail, too harmless.
It was as if he was forced to squat down by Shen Tu Changqing, whose features were fierce.
Looking at the tall shadow, Song Tingwan squatted down and looked up at Shen Tu Changqing's imposing figure, which made her neck hurt.
She had no choice but to stand up again with the juice.
"What's wrong with squatting down for a bit?"
She chuckled and spoke up. This time, Shen Tu Changqing didn't refuse. He took the bowl from her and drank it slowly, sip by sip, savoring every drop.
The fruit juice is sweet and refreshing, and the energy it provides replenishes the body, sweeping away all the fatigue of the day.
"A girl like you should dress like an ethereal fairy, looking up at people like those female cultivators who are not as good as you."
"This stuff tastes really good, no wonder my kid loves it too."
After Shentu Changqing finished speaking, he sighed and took another small sip.
Song Tingwan blinked and slightly parted her lips.
"Brother Shentu, you've actually gotten married and had children? How old are your kids?"
Mentioning his son, Shentu Changqing laughed heartily, "My wife and I are both from Beihe. We've known each other since we were little, and we got married after we turned twenty. Let me tell you, my son is more capable than me. He's going to be a sword cultivator in the future."
Speaking of his child, the fierce body cultivator's gaze softened, and his tone was filled with happiness and pride: "Once this wave of monsters recedes, I'm going to continue running caravans and buy my son a small sword that he's taken a liking to."
Just thinking about how happy his son would be makes him want to smile.
A smile seems to be contagious. After thinking for a moment, Song Tingwan took out a miniature sword from her storage ring.
When she was little, she knew her younger sister was missing. She had been hoarding a lot of things, waiting for her sister to come back so she could give them all to her at once.
So many years have passed, and many children's items are no longer suitable to be given to her.
This small sword is one of them.
She found a red string and strung it on top of him, saying, "Does he like swords? I'm giving the child a small gift."
Shen Tu Changqing glanced at it with a simple smile, then froze instantly.
He thought it was some kind of trinket from the street and was about to accept it when he took a closer look and realized that the little iron sword was actually a small magical artifact.
He dared not accept it.
"This is not appropriate, it's too expensive."
Beihe was not wealthy, and was even somewhat dilapidated compared to ordinary cities.
The cultivators of Beihe couldn't afford many spirit stones; he couldn't afford such a magical artifact even in three years.
This further confirms that Song Tingwan is a young lady from a prominent family.
"I've already said it's a small gift, Brother Shentu, there's no need to refuse."
Shen Tu Changqing refused two or three times, and Song Tingwan pretended to regret it and took it back. When he turned around, she cast a spell and threw it into his arms.
Fortunately, the little iron sword was so small that it wouldn't be noticed for a while.
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The first day passed peacefully.
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