Cultivating to Become a Great Celestial

center>

It’s just Little Martial Uncle wears pants while soaking in the pool.
Every time she catches a glimpse, she can’t help but somewhat think that it’s a pity.

She really still has a Granny’s heart, that she doesn’t even know how to be ashamed!

When it’s time to give Xiao Budian some Pills, Su Tingyun purposely teases him.

“Want some Pills?” Su Tingyun asks.

Xiao Budian has been eating well recently, and his disdain towards the Obliteration Sword Tower has lessened.
He also likes to stick to Su Tingyun.
Now, he raises his brows and extends his hands, “Of course I do.”

“Call me Senior Sister and I’ll give it to you.”

Xiao Budian has been calling Su Tingyun junior sister, refusing to change his words.
Asking him to call her ‘Senior Sister’ is like asking him for his life.
Su Tingyun thought Xiao Budian is going to sulk and ignore her.
She never imagined that he wouldn’t even give it a thought, and just straight up shout, “Senior sister, senior sister, hurry and gimme the Pills.”

Though, by necessity, a man may bend or stand tall, but didn’t your pride fall too low, kid? What about your persistence?

But thinking of her equally unreliable Master Zhan Yu, Su Tingyun thinks that it’s obvious where Xiao Budian learned his morals.
 In the next few days, Su Tingyun keeps on refining Pills.
Because of the increase of her Cultivation Base, she wants to try and make third-grade or even fourth-grade Pills.
But she lacks the materials to do so, and can only endlessly improve on the second-grade Meridian Moistening Pills.
On the foundations of second-grade Pills, she uses the experience to strive for perfection.

She delivers the Pills and goes to see the orchid tongue grass, only to discover that it’s gone.
You could say that the orchid tongue grass has a strong vitality and can grow anywhere, so how could it die? Master or the others might have dug it out.
After all, that thing grows too fast and will steal nutrients from the bamboo forest.
Who knows, maybe they’re afraid that it would destroy the bamboo forest.
Also, if there’s too many of them, it would be too noisy.

Though it’s a shame, Su Tingyun doesn’t care too much about it.

In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed, and it has been nearly a month since the last time she took out Xiao Mei’s body.