Liu Meier was at the Core Formation Eighth Layer, and her aura was even stronger than Wang Qingshan's.
Myriad Flowers Palace was one of the Seven Great Immortal Sects of the Eastern Wasteland. It had mostly female cultivators and exceptionally few male cultivators.
The nine female cultivators of Myriad Flowers Palace came in every shape and size—some pure and charming, some shy and timid, some bold and fiery, some cold as frost—each possessing her own allure.
"Liu Meier? You're Liu Meier, foremost among the Four Beauties of Myriad Flowers? The senior sister of Myriad Flowers Palace!"
A male disciple of Taiyi Immortal Sect cried out in surprise.
Liu Meier smiled sweetly. "Senior Brother flatters me. This little sister only knows how to tend flowers and grow grass; I can't compare to you Sword Cultivators. We came on Martial Uncle Tang's orders to provide reinforcements, and happened to encounter all of you senior brothers and sisters, so we lent a small hand. Even without our help, these Half-Demons wouldn't have escaped. And this must be Wang Qingshan, Senior Ye's Disciple-in-Name! I've finally met the real person."
As she spoke the last words, her gaze settled on Wang Qingshan.
The other eight female cultivators also turned to Wang Qingshan, looking him over from head to toe.
It was Wang Qingshan's first time being scrutinized by so many female cultivators, and he felt somewhat awkward.
"Senior Sister Liu, deal with these Demon Beasts quickly. Don't let them continue bringing calamity upon the world."
As Wang Qingshan spoke, he leaped over to Cheng Zhenyu's side, took out a White Porcelain Bottle, and handed it to him with a smile. "Daoist Cheng, long time no see. Take this Medicinal Pill and heal your injuries first. It should help your wounds."
"Thank you, Daoist Wang. Last