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2417 Strengthening the Primordial Spirit +1

The previously lively Lady Onion and hamster were now exceptionally well-behaved.

They perched on the shoulders of Soft Feather, serving as mascots.

“Strange, why am I behaving so obediently?” Hamster wondered.

It felt like there was an energy field around Soft Feather that resembled a ‘lady aura.’ Under the influence of this aura, their every move became calm and obedient, beyond their control.

With this in mind, hamster turned its head to look at Lady Onion beside it.

Sure enough, Lady Onion was also affected, just like them.

Previously, Lady Onion would watch dramas, play games, and shop whenever she had free time. But now, she sat on Soft Feather’s shoulder in a very ladylike posture while gazing ahead intently.

Even when Lady Onion spoke, her voice became melodious.

“Soft Feather, do you know where Song Shuhang is?” Lady Onion asked, lowering her voice unconsciously to give it a ‘young lady’ feel.

This ladylike tone made the hamster’s fur stand on end. The voice was nothing like Lady Onion’s.

Even Lady Onion herself felt uncomfortable. However, her voice had great potential. This soft voice, when listened to closely, had a certain charm, very enticing, with a high level of sexiness.

“Yeah, I’ve detected Senior Song’s presence,” Soft Feather said while taking her graceful steps away from Knot’s cave.

Behind her, there was an invisible force holding a large plate of Roasted Demon of the Milk Heart, which followed Soft Feather automatically.

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Soon, Soft Feather arrived at the courtyard where the members of ‘Nine Provinces Number One Group’ were gathering.

She gently pushed open the courtyard’s gate.

At the entrance, there was a man with a ethereal aura, as if he had merged with nature. He held a wine glass and leaned against a rockery.

He wore a gentle smile similar to ‘Song Shuhang’s signature smile’ while watching the scene where the members of the group gathered harmoniously.

Even if he had been accidentally ignored by the group members, he still revealed his gentlest side when seeing everyone in harmony.

He believed that as long as he silently watched from the side, guarding the moment when the members were together, it would be enough.

When Soft Feather entered the courtyard, this man turned his head to look at her and raised the wine glass in his hand.

“Scholar, aren’t you going to join everyone for a drink?” Soft Feather blinked at him.

“No… My cultivation technique is at a critical stage right now. Even if I go up, the fellow daoists in the group will subconsciously ignore me. But it’s okay, once I display my ‘saintly presence’ in the next step, I’ll regain my presence,” the man explained gently.

But just as he finished speaking, he suddenly realized something—Soft Feather had noticed him?

“Come on, I’ll support you, Senior,” Soft Feather smiled and said, then turned and closed the courtyard gate, walking towards the location where Song Shuhang was.

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“Hey? Soft Feather, are you here too? Where’s Senior Spirit Butterfly?” Fairy Firefly, dressed in a bright red ancient costume, asked when she saw Soft Feather, but couldn’t find Senior Spirit Butterfly.

“Dad might come later. I came with Senior Song a few days ago,” Soft Feather replied softly.

“I see.” Fairy Firefly nodded.

“I’ll go to Senior Song now and give Lady Onion and Hamster back to him,” Soft Feather politely said and gave Fairy Firefly a nod.

“Go ahead,” Fairy Firefly smiled and passed by Soft Feather.

After taking a few steps, she suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Soft Feather’s retreating figure.

At this moment, every step Soft Feather took with her long legs seemed to have been measured with a ruler, perfectly precise. Her walking posture was particularly pleasing.

Fairy Firefly rubbed her eyes. She must have had too much to drink, as she saw a fake Soft Feather.

Could it be the ‘Heart Devil Soft Feather’ in disguise and covered in thick makeup?

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At the same time, Song Shuhang, who was drinking with his seniors, received a message from Black-Skinned Soft Feather.

He turned around and saw Soft Feather, the original one, holding a plate and approaching.

“Senior Song, I’ve brought some food for everyone,” Soft Feather arrived in front of the group of senior members while slightly bending over and placing the plate with slices of ‘Roasted Demon of the Milk Heart’ on the table.

A tempting aroma filled the air.

“Isn’t this the fragrance that came from Ancestor Knot’s cave?” Su Clan’s Seven asked, looking at Soft Feather.

“Yes, this is the ‘Heart Devil Tribulation’ that Senior Song has been roasting these days,” Soft Feather replied.

Song Shuhang couldn’t help but smile.

While talking, Soft Feather reached out and handed Lady Onion and Hamster back to Song Shuhang.

Lady Onion and Hamster inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.

“You’ve worked hard, Soft Feather,” Song Shuhang said.

“You’re welcome, Senior,” Soft Feather replied politely.

Then, she turned and looked at the scene where the members of Nine Provinces Number One Group were gathered.

It was a calm and peaceful scene.

“Senior members, I’ll go chat with Senior Yellow Mountain for a moment,” Soft Feather stood up and said.

Thrice Reckless looked at Soft Feather in confusion—could Soft Feather and Senior Yellow Mountain really have a common topic to discuss?

“I’ll be right back,” Soft Feather said, and then she cast a secret glance at Su Clan’s Sixteen behind Song Shuhang.

As a result, when she sneakily glanced at Sixteen, Sixteen was also looking at her.

Soft Feather smiled and blinked at Little Sixteen, then turned and walked on the water towards the lakeside pavilion.

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Meanwhile, Su Clan’s Sixteen, after filling the wine glasses of the senior members, also looked at Soft Feather’s retreating figure.

The white dragon on her neck moved slightly.

“It doesn’t seem like the usual Soft Feather, right?” Su Clan’s Sixteen transmitted.

“It feels a bit… like… the Celestial Thearch. To be more precise, it has the scent of ‘Time’,” the White Dragon replied.

“Maybe Soft Feather’s spiritual ghost is being possessed by the Celestial Thearch, or she’s being influenced?” Su Clan’s Sixteen suggested.

“Ask Song Shuhang about it. He has a private chat with the Soft Feather,” the White Dragon suggested.

On the side, Song Shuhang’s primordial spirit held a wine glass and was also deep in thought.

He had naturally noticed the difference in Soft Feather. After all, he had experienced something similar before.

“It seems like Soft Feather has changed modes again?” Song Shuhang thought to himself.

As he pondered, he elegantly drank the wine in the glass.

The fiery liquid, like a burning flame, flowed down his throat.

“Ahem~” Song Shuhang suddenly coughed violently.

Oh no, he forgot that he was in primordial spirit mode.

Would there be any adverse reactions from drinking this way?

Countless thoughts and ideas crossed Song Shuhang’s mind.

At the same time, his finger pressed on the wine glass, and he used the Appraisal Secret Technique.

He wanted to know what was special about this wine and why his primordial spirit could directly drink it.

After a while, the appraisal results appeared in Song Shuhang’s mind: [Metal Gua Series Exclusive Immortal Wine: This is a type of immortal wine specially brewed for Copper Gua Immortal Master by Silver Gua Immortal Venerable, used to nourish the primordial spirit of Copper Gua Immortal Masters.]

At the same time as the appraisal was completed, Song Shuhang felt a warm sensation surging from his abdomen that nourished his primordial spirit.

His primordial spirit was significantly strengthened.

“Good wine!” Song Shuhang’s primordial spirit exclaimed while releasing a burst of alcohol-scented breath.

Then… his body collapsed to the ground.

Thrice Reckless on the side was startled. “What happened?”

Su Clan’s Sixteen squatted down and gently pressed her hand on Song Shuhang’s body.

After a while, she cried and laughed, “Shuhang, you’re drunk.”

How did he suddenly get drunk when he had drunk so much before?

“Maybe he had been enduring it earlier because he saw Little Sixteen pouring the wine,” Mad Saber Thrice Reckless guessed.

“Nutrient for the primordial spirit~” the drunk Song Shuhang muttered.

Even though he was drunk, he still wanted to remind the senior members that this wine could nourish the primordial spirit, so they shouldn’t waste it.

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Some time passed.

The intoxication in Song Shuhang’s body dissipated.

“Oh, what a shame. I should have drunk more of that wine,” he said while rubbing his head. This was a precious treasure that could nourish the primordial spirit, a rare opportunity.

He looked around and saw Su Clan’s Seven and Soft Feather sitting on either side of him.

Also, the place where he was sitting now was not the courtyard where the group members gathered, nor was it a resting room—right now, he felt like he was stuffed inside a box.

“Shuhang, you’re finally awake. If you had slept longer, I would have thought of a way to wake you up forcibly,” Thrice Reckless said. “Sober up and get ready. It’s our turn to make an appearance soon.”

It was December 31, 2019, 9:00 PM.

The Su Clan’s New Year’s annual meeting had officially begun.

In a little while, it would be the turn of the members of Nine Provinces Number One Group to make their appearance.

And then, it would be the grand event of Song Shuhang’s Wealth Throne scattering ceremony.

The annual meeting of the Su Clan would continue until January 1, 2020.

Song Shuhang rubbed his face and put on his mask. “How are we going to make our appearance?”

“Seventh Sister said she arranged a show-stopping entrance for us,” Su Clan’s Sixteen said.

A show-stopping entrance?

Were they going to blast them into the sky or something?

“Senior Song, enjoy the next moments to the fullest,” Soft Feather transmitted with a smile.

“Why do I feel like I’m being treated like a critically ill patient?” Song Shuhang did not know whether to laugh or cry.

At this moment, with a loud noise, the large box space began to rise.

Vaguely, Song Shuhang heard Senior Seven introducing the members of Nine Provinces Number One Group loudly.