Chapter 67: The Debt Repaid

“Father, why is your face all bruised and swollen?”

Song Qingyao was shocked to see her father, who had only reappeared the following morning.

She had been feeling a bit guilty about leaving him behind in the training ground yesterday.

But when she saw Second Uncle’s appearance, all her guilt vanished.

“Father! Who did this to you? I’ll go get them!”

Song Qingyao was furious.

Second Uncle covered his still aching face and said gloomily, “It was the elders from other sects…”

Song Qingyao fell silent for a moment. “But then again, Father, why did the elders from other sects hit you?”

Second Uncle felt that his daughter had changed, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on how.

In any case, his Qingyao no longer seemed like the innocent, adorable little girl she once was.

Second Uncle was speechless for a while before finally speaking. “It’s not that they deliberately hit me. They were trying to find out where you were, and I just happened to be caught in the middle…”

Second Uncle was purely caught in the crossfire.

But even if those sect elders didn’t intend to fight, a casual wave of their hand was enough to give Second Uncle a hard time.

When it came down to it, it was all because of the trouble she had caused last night.

Song Qingyao’s smile grew more awkward. “Father, I thought Elder Wang would take you away…”

Second Uncle snorted. “Are you sure you didn’t just forget about me?”

Song Qingyao coughed twice and guiltily lowered her head.

“Well… I was focused on coming back to cultivate, and I accidentally… forgot.”

Second Uncle glared at her but ultimately said nothing more.

He handed a storage pouch to Song Qingyao. “Take this. Now that you’ve joined the sect, you need to be careful in everything.”

“I’ve prepared some things for you inside. Spend as you need, and if you run out, send me a message. The method you used to report your safety a few days ago, did you get it from the Hidden Market? Do you have more? If not, I’ll get some more for you.”

“Once you’re in the sect, study more, observe more, and do more. Don’t get into disputes with others, but don’t let yourself be bullied either. If anything comes up, just send me a message…”

Song Qingyao’s hand tightened around the storage pouch, but she pretended not to care as she turned her head away. “I know all that. Dad, why are you so naggy today?”

“I’m really strong now. Look, in one night I mastered the technique the elder gave me. I can now control that spirit root, and my cultivation has reached the eighth layer of Qi Refinement.”

After cultivating all night, Song Qingyao had mastered the ice spirit root technique and all the abnormalities on her body had been withdrawn.

Second Uncle had only noticed that Song Qingyao’s appearance had returned to normal, but he hadn’t paid attention to her cultivation level.

Now, feeling the aura of the eighth layer of Qi Refinement that Song Qingyao deliberately revealed, he couldn’t help but widen his eyes.

“Qingyao, you… you you you…”

Second Uncle trembled, unable to speak, almost unable to believe it was real.

Song Qingyao lifted her chin. “That’s right! You’re not mistaken at all. Don’t forget, your daughter now has a top-grade ice spirit root!”

Song Qingyao had never known that the gap between spirit root qualities could be so vast.

The spiritual energy she used to absorb with such difficulty, the circulation that used to be sluggish… now with her top-grade spirit root, everything flowed smoothly without any obstruction.

Of course, the technique jade slip that Elder Wang had snatched… ahem, given her, also played a big part.

From this, one could see how much a cultivator’s talent and resources affected them.

Second Uncle patted Song Qingyao on the shoulder, his eyes filled with both gratification and complexity. Looking at his daughter, he murmured unconsciously, “Good, very good. My Qingyao has grown…”

Halfway through his words, Second Uncle felt that saying this was just weird.

Just then, the door behind him opened again.

Song Zhiyou walked out, stretching.

Seeing Song Zhiyou, Second Uncle finally understood why he had felt a lump in his throat…

Song Zhiyou greeted them both.

Last night, they had tried cultivating with medium-grade spirit stones. The spiritual energy provided by medium-grade spirit stones was more than a hundred times that of ordinary low-grade spirit stones.

Moreover, the spiritual energy in them was purer, with fewer impurities, making it easier to absorb.

No wonder almost no one used medium-grade spirit stones for transactions on the market, they all used them for cultivation.

At this moment, although Song Zhiyou hadn’t slept all night, she was full of energy and in excellent condition.

Second Uncle then spoke. “Qingyao, go take a walk somewhere else. I want to talk to Xiaoyou alone.”

Song Qingyao immediately became alert and instinctively stood in front of Song Zhiyou. “What do you want to say? Why are you sending me away?”

Second Uncle glared at Song Qingyao. “Go, go, go. It’s none of your business.”

“No. What if you bully Song the Sixth?”

Second Uncle was so angry his heart ached. “In broad daylight, how could I bully a junior? And Song Qingyao, what kind of misunderstanding do you have about my character?!”

Song Qingyao was still hesitant, but Song Zhiyou spoke up. “It’s fine, Song the Seventh. Go order some breakfast first.”

“Oh, okay then…” Song Qingyao agreed, turning back every few steps. “Song the Sixth, call me if anything happens! I’ll be nearby!”

The veins on Second Uncle’s forehead bulged as he suddenly kicked Song Qingyao out.

With Song Qingyao gone, the space fell silent.

Second Uncle was astonished to find that Song Zhiyou’s cultivation had also broken through to the eighth layer of Qi Refinement.

Second Uncle was completely stunned.

He knew that his own daughter had only improved her cultivation speed because she had obtained a top-grade spirit root.

But Song Zhiyou…

Come to think of it, he had arrived late that day and hadn’t seen Song Zhiyou and Song Qingyao test their spirit roots.

Back in the Song family, he only knew that Song Zhiyou had a wood spirit root.

But thinking about it…

Even though the Song family hardly provided Song Zhiyou with any cultivation resources, she still cultivated to the seventh layer of Qi Refinement. Her talent and strength were self-evident.

If not for the Song family’s mistreatment, Song Zhiyou’s cultivation might have been even higher…

Second Uncle’s gaze grew even more complex. He handed three storage pouches to Song Zhiyou. “This is the list from yesterday. Here.”

Song Zhiyou took a casual glance and knew the quantities inside exceeded the list.

She took the portion she needed and returned the extra storage pouch.

“Thank you, Second Uncle, but you’ve given me too much.”

Second Uncle didn’t take it back. “Over the years, the Song family has wronged you. This one storage pouch’s worth of things is my compensation to you on behalf of the Song family.”

Song Zhiyou’s gaze was clear, without a hint of hesitation. “No need, Second Uncle. I’ve said I owe the Song family nothing, and you don’t have to do this.”

Second Uncle knew well that Song Zhiyou was determined to cut ties with them.

He sighed and took back the storage pouch.

“I know you don’t want to have anything to do with the Song family anymore, but the Song family will always be your roots. If you need anything, you can always come back.”

Song Zhiyou turned her head away. “Do you have anything else, Second Uncle? If not, I’ll be going.”

With that, Song Zhiyou stepped forward and headed downstairs.

Behind her, Second Uncle’s voice came. “Take care of yourself in the Xuantian Sect. Live well.”

Song Zhiyou didn’t look back.

The next day, the various sects officially set off for their return.

Once they were on Elder Wei’s flying artifact, Song Qingyao slapped a storage pouch into Song Zhiyou’s hand.

She muttered to herself.

“My dad told me to give this to you. He said to ask you to look after me more in the sect and to listen to you… What’s that about? I’m strong now too, and I can protect you, okay!”

Song Zhiyou looked at her palm.

The storage pouch was very familiar.

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