Everyone's all smiles on the surface but secretly cunning, but the junior sister only wants to

Upon arriving at Medicine Peak, Song Shiyue immediately headed straight for the Alchemy Pavilion after disembarking from his flying sword. He forcibly dragged the old herbalist, who was cultivating herbs in the backyard, into the main hall.

"Master Yao, you are very knowledgeable. I humbly request that you examine these pills for me. I have a feeling that there is something strange about these Qi and Blood Pills, but I can't quite put my finger on it." As Song Shiyue spoke, he took out the Qi and Blood Pills refined by Jiang Shiliu and placed a few in Master Yao's hand.

"Hmm? This is a Qi and Blood Pill? Why are the pill's patterns so peculiar? It even contains a trace of fire element. This doesn't seem to be a top-grade pill!"

"It should only be a top-grade pill! This pill was made by a novice alchemist. Could it be that she can also refine a divine-grade pill? If so, she is truly gifted. If this gets out, the sect will probably be overwhelmed with visitors."

"It's hard to say, since none of us have ever refined this divine-level elixir. I remember I have a elixir manual here, which records some unique elixir formulas. Please wait a moment, I will go and find it."

After spending an hour, the old apothecary finally found the elixir manual in a box in a corner.

"Come here, Shi Yue, come and take a look."

Song Shiyue stepped forward and examined the alchemy manual with Yao Lao. They actually found the origin of the pill. This was not a Qi and Blood Pill at all, but another long-lost pill: the Bone and Blood Regeneration Pill! Legend has it that even a half-dead person with only one breath left could be brought back to life immediately after taking this super elixir.

Song Shiyue gasped in shock. This junior sister was a treasure! She had even managed to refine this long-lost elixir. However, he was extremely curious as to why, even though the junior sister's refining steps were exactly the same as those for the Qi and Blood Pill, she had managed to refine this divine elixir simply because she used a different large iron pot.

Song Shiyue narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze flickering, but he ultimately decided to conceal Jiang Shiliu's existence. He calmly looked at the old doctor and slowly said, "Old doctor, to be honest, I obtained these pills by chance while traveling. I encountered a rogue female cultivator and, seeing her in danger, helped her. Unexpectedly, she gave me these pills in return. I suppose she just thought they were ordinary Qi and Blood Pills." At this point, Song Shiyue paused for a moment, seemingly choosing his words carefully.

Then, he continued, "Elder Yao, I'm thinking of temporarily storing these pills within the sect. If anyone in the sect is unfortunately injured, they can be used for healing. However, there is one side effect to be especially careful about after taking these pills—never swallow them in front of others, otherwise it might cause complications and unnecessary trouble!"

The old apothecary was completely bewildered, his heart filled with doubts. However, seeing Song Shiyue so generously leaving the pills to the sect, he felt he shouldn't press the matter further. He stroked his beard, nodded thoughtfully, and replied, "In that case, I will certainly take good care of them. Rest assured, young friend, the sect will definitely make good use of these pills." At the same time, the old apothecary secretly resolved to thoroughly investigate how these pills were refined. If he could successfully decipher the secrets and refine them himself, it would undoubtedly save the sect a huge sum of money. Thinking of this, the old apothecary couldn't help but feel filled with anticipation for the future.

As Song Shiyue was about to leave Medicine Peak, a thought suddenly struck him. He remembered Elder Yao's invaluable alchemical manual, and decided to shamelessly ask Elder Yao to borrow it. After some persistent pleading, he finally succeeded in obtaining the manual.

Clutching this precious manual, Song Shiyue's mind drifted to his junior sister's adorable and intelligent appearance. He thought to himself, "If my junior sister could devote herself to studying this manual, perhaps with her extraordinary talent, she could even refine those extremely rare and precious pills!" Thinking of this, Song Shiyue couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

However, the materials needed to refine these rare pills are undoubtedly extremely difficult to obtain. But this didn't stump Song Shiyue, because he had already devised a solution—he could ask Senior Sister Qingyan for help in searching within the secret realm. After all, Senior Sister Qingyan was experienced and highly skilled; finding the necessary materials in the secret realm should be a piece of cake for her.

At this moment, Song Shiyue was happily planning everything, completely unaware of the situation his beloved Senior Sister Qingyan was in.

Shifting the gaze to the other side, one could see Qingyan earnestly instructing Jiang Shiliu in the art of swordsmanship. From the most basic sword-drawing movements to the techniques of sheathing the sword, and then to the control and application of power during attacks, every detail was explained meticulously. Jiang Shiliu listened attentively to Qingyan's guidance, not daring to slack off in the slightest, striving to grasp the essence of the art.

However, reality often falls short of expectations. Dreams are always as beautiful as poetry and painting, but reality is like a merciless blade, cutting beautiful fantasies to pieces. Qingyan taught with great enthusiasm and care, her focused expression as if she wanted to impart all her knowledge to Jiang Shiliu; and Jiang Shiliu, in turn, was completely absorbed in learning, with large beads of sweat constantly rolling down her forehead, soaking her clothes.

However, no matter how hard Jiang Shiliu tried, she seemed unable to master the techniques Qingyan taught her. The knowledge was like a mischievous sprite, slipping into her left ear and quickly slipping out her right, leaving no trace. Even her powerful system-enhanced ability—photographic memory, a seemingly invincible bug-like skill—was useless at this moment. Faced with this situation, Qingyan felt helpless and could only reluctantly tell Jiang Shiliu to temporarily set aside the theory and practice the basic movements against the mountain wall with the longsword.

Just then, the system, which had been silent all along, finally couldn't contain its curiosity and doubt and asked, "Host, I've noticed that you seem to have a strong aversion to using swords! You know, in this ancient and mysterious land of China, almost everyone has harbored a dream: to one day wield a precious sword, gracefully and freely perform a set of exquisite and unparalleled swordsmanship in front of a crowd, and finally, to fly away into the distance amidst the gaze of thousands. But why do you seem so resistant? What could be the reason for this?"

Jiang Shiliu frowned, her eyes glazed over, trying hard to figure out where this inexplicable feeling came from. For some reason, deep in her subconscious, there seemed to be a vague memory, as if she were being controlled by an invisible hand, holding a similar sharp knife, ruthlessly stabbing the person she loved so deeply and who was etched in her heart.

However, Jiang Shiliu's reason screamed at her, telling her that this was absolutely impossible! She knew herself well; as an upright and law-abiding Chinese citizen, how could she possibly do something so heinous, so contrary to law and morality? It was simply a fantasy! What a joke! She was neither stupid nor so bored as to do that, and she would never hurt anyone for no reason! This idea was just too absurd!