I courted death and then tried to escape, so the whole sect wants to get rid of me.

Ji Duchuan: "?"

So fast?

Even for him, it takes half an hour to refine a batch of Qi-replenishing pills.

This girl mastered it in the blink of an eye?

and many more.

wrong.

Something's not right.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!

His furnace/cauldron!!!

His lips trembled slightly as he looked at her, his voice shaking: "Do you know what a furnace or cauldron means to a pill refiner?"

Song Yao was busy checking the success rate of the pills. She wiped the dust off her face with her sleeve, looking even dirtier as she counted the pills, and retorted, "What's the big deal?"

Ji Duchuan wanted to cry: "Counting my wife, my husband, my children, even my parents."

Song Yao: "Wow, it has so many identities."

Ji Duchuan: "..."

He was a little nervous. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, only his eyelids twitched, and he held back his tears.

Song Yao finally noticed that something was wrong with him. She quickly turned her head, wiped the cauldron with her sleeve, and revealed a perfectly intact corner under the black ash: "It's nothing. Your wife, husband, children, and parents are really fine. It just looks a little black."

Worried that he might change his mind and not give her the Golden Scale Serpent Pill, Song Yao reaffirmed, "I'm not the kind of person who would lay a hand on someone else's wife, husband, children, or parents, really."

"I'll wash it later."

Song Yao paused for a moment, then added, "If you don't mind me bathing your wife, husband, children, and parents."

Ji Duchuan: "..."

I wouldn't have minded at first.

But it feels a little strange that she said that, if you don't mind.

He was overwhelmed with mixed feelings, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his back, and he had a strange feeling that he had been tortured.

She looked completely innocent, staring at him expectantly, making his harsh words catch in his throat. In the end, he could only say, "No, it's okay, you can leave it there, I'll wash it myself later."

Song Yao hesitated: "Isn't this a bad idea?"

Alchemy requires complete concentration and consumes a lot of mental energy. She is prone to drowsiness and falling asleep after a while, so she has to compress the time to pursue speed.

The medicinal properties of the herbs are refined all at once, and the spiritual energy reacts together in the cauldron, making it prone to explosion when the cauldron is opened.

She had learned to apply an extra layer of spiritual energy to protect the cauldron before opening it, but it inevitably got dirty.

After all, they are someone else's relatives, so we have to clean them up if they get dirty.

Ji Duchuan quickly stated his position: "This is great, really."

Song Yao then gave up, carefully placing the pill into the porcelain bottle, and walked a few steps to him: "Senior Ji, would you like to try it?"

Having witnessed her wild alchemy process, Ji Duchuan regretted asking her for the Qi-replenishing pill even more.

But he couldn't help being a little curious, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "Let me finish refining the pills first."

He also subtly reminded her, "You know, alchemy requires a quiet environment; otherwise, if something goes wrong, it's easy to fail."

Song Yao put away the porcelain bottle and nodded: "Senior Ji, rest assured, with me here to guard you, I will not let anyone else disturb you."

Ji Duchuan: "?"

Does this child have any self-awareness at all?

Song Yao was clearly determined to stay here until the Golden Scale Serpent Pill was finished, and sat down cross-legged beside him.

After sitting for a while, he got bored, wandered around the yard, and then went to the table to play chess by himself.

After catching only two fish, he squatted down by the pond to scoop them up again, muttering to himself, "These fish are pretty, but they won't grow big. They have a lot of bones and are quite precious. I can't raise them."

After muttering to himself, he wandered off somewhere and disappeared without a trace.

She caused a lot of trouble when she was in my sight, but now that she's out of my sight, I feel very uneasy.

After a while, a head peeked out from the backyard: "Senior Ji, may I go into your side room? I see there are many books inside."

Ji Duchuan grasped at this straw once again.

Reading is good.

I can't bother him while I'm reading.

The books he received from the Northern Shaking Sect weren't anything that couldn't be shared, so he nodded in agreement. Just then, Song Yao entered and quickly brought out a book: "May I read this?"

Ji Duchuan: "..."

He hid it in a corner; it's hard to find.

This girl clearly just climbed through the window and went into the side room for a stroll, didn't she?

Now they're even coming to him in all seriousness to seek his opinion.

What path did she take?

He couldn't hold back any longer and asked, "You're a disciple of the Nine Saints Hall, right? What's your relationship with Song Yao?"

"..."

Song Yao didn't understand.

In her past life, she committed countless evil deeds, making her the worst of the worst villains.

She was a diligent and honest person all her life. She never provoked others, never did anything bad, respected her teachers, respected the elderly and cared for the young. She would pick up any trash she saw on the road. She had never met anyone more low-key than herself.

Why do people always associate her with her past life?

Hasn't she reformed herself thoroughly enough?

She was completely confused. After a pause, she answered truthfully, "Song Yao was my third senior sister. She was already dead when I came to the sect. I've never met her and we're not close."

After saying that, he tentatively asked, "What's wrong?"

Ji Duchuan: "It's nothing. Seeing you reminded me of her. Take this book and read it. These are my notes; they'll be helpful for you beginners in alchemy."

Song Yao was even more puzzled.

Seeing her reminds me of her?

She sat down at the stone table with her book in hand, and couldn't help but ask again, "Why does seeing me remind you of my third senior sister? Do I look a lot like her?"

Ji Duchuan withdrew a wisp of spiritual energy, letting the furnace fire burn on its own. He stood up, stretched his limbs, and turned to look at her.

She sat obediently at the table, holding a book in her hands.

He had a rather aloof appearance, yet he was also filthy, covered in dust on his body and face, with messy hair, except for his bright eyes.

He unconsciously turned to the well, drew a basin of water, soaked a clean cloth, walked to Song Yao's side, and handed it to her: "It's not that similar, your third senior sister wouldn't sit as straight as you."

That young man exuded a dissolute air, always sitting crookedly with his legs propped up, showing no trace of proper, respectable manners.

Moreover, she can do whatever she wants, and the entire cultivation world is like her plaything.

I met him twice back then. The first time left the deepest impression on me. He went to participate in the Thousand Lantern Festival at Danxia Temple on behalf of his master.

The people in Danxia Temple mainly cultivate their emotions. When they reach a certain age, they must marry someone in order to open their emotional aperture and cultivate secret techniques. Moreover, the higher the cultivation level and the better the talent of their marriage partner, the faster they can cultivate secret techniques.

Just as the young mistress of Danxia Temple was of marriageable age, the temple master, in order to find her a suitable husband, held a martial arts contest to find her a husband during the Thousand Lantern Festival, when young talents from various sects were present.

Everything was fine at first; the young men were fighting fiercely, all vying for a smile from a beautiful woman.

Unexpectedly, the eldest son of Xihuan Hall suddenly appeared, ended the competition in a few moves, and immediately had betrothal gifts brought out, saying that he wanted to marry the young master.

Both the temple master and the young master looked terrified.

This eldest son was famous and married several times, but all of them died suddenly within six months.

Outsiders speculated that it was due to his practice of yin-yang cultivation, but because Xihuantang was so powerful, no one dared to investigate, and even if they did, they couldn't find out the truth.