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Chapter 703: Song Shuhang: I feel as though I’m not a human anymore…

Northern River’s Loose Cultivator: “Stupid Thrice Reckless, Venerable Spirit Butterfly is a pure human cultivator. Quickly recall your message!”

System Notification: [Thrice Reckless Mad Saber has recalled a message].

Thrice Reckless Mad Saber: “Luckily, I recalled the message in time!”

But right at this time, ‘Spirit Butterfly Island’s Soft Feather’ appeared, and wrote: “I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I’m a pure human cultivator. ‘Spirit Butterfly’ is just a dao name, and nothing more. Is Fellow Daoist Thrice Reckless disappointed that I’m not a small caterpillar?”

From the writing style, it seemed that Soft Feather’s father was using her account again.

Soft Feather was currently busy preparing the formations for the tribulation, and she had next to no time to get online and chat. Therefore, it was Venerable Spirit Butterfly that was managing her account during this period.

As such, Venerable Spirit Butterfly immediately got online when Thrice Reckless Mad Saber tagged the account ‘Spirit Butterfly Island’s Soft Feather’.

Thrice Reckless Mad Saber immediately wrote: “No, no, no. How can that be! I’m not disappointed in the least. On the contrary, I’m very happy that Senior Spirit Butterfly is a pure human cultivator! Senior, someone who does not know cannot be considered guilty. You won’t investigate this matter any further, right?”

Spirit Butterfly Island’s Soft Feather: “Hehe.”

He was Venerable Spirit Butterfly; the man liked to fuss over every single detail. He had just put Thrice Reckless Mad Saber on his blacklist again.

Venerable Spirit Butterfly had already decided how he was going to deal with Thrice Reckless Mad Saber in the future. After the shooting of the movie of the Nine Provinces Number One Group was over, he would request Director Jacob to shoot another movie for him.

The name of this movie was going to be ❮My Reckless and Unrestrained Life❯, and the main character was obviously going to be Thrice Reckless Mad Saber. The story of the movie would consist in throwing Fellow Daoist Thrice Reckless into the wavy sea, creating all sorts of huge waves! Afterward, he would be thrown into a crater lake, creating waves again!

Venerable Spirit Butterfly had decided to pour a lot of money into making this movie in order to obtain a perfect result.

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In the Nine Provinces Number One Group.

Virtuous Buddhist Sabersman: “Seniors, this isn’t a joking matter! I’m very serious! ? Silk is crazily shooting out of my mouth right now, and I need to know how humans can spin a cocoon with the silk shooting out of their mouths!”

Right at this time, Venerable White wrote: “Shuhang, why do you want to spin a cocoon?”

Virtuous Buddhist Sabersman: “Because I had the sudden urge to spin one!”

“…” Venerable White.

Virtuous Buddhist Sabersman: “It’s probably because I drank a little bit of demodragon medicine earlier. I started to shoot silk out of my mouth after drinking it, and now, I’m simply unable to stop! Right… Senior White, do you know how to spin a cocoon?”

In Song Shuhang’s imagination, Senior White was omnipotent, and could do everything.

Venerable White: “I’m sorry, Shuhang. If you have questions related to cultivation, I can help you answer them. But spinning cocoons is something I’m not knowledgeable about.”

True Monarch Yellow Mountain: “When it comes to spinning a cocoon, I can’t teach you anything, either. Little friend Shuhang, I’m also powerless.”

True Monarch Fallout: “I’m also powerless +1.”

True Monarch Ancient Lake Temple: “I’m also powerless +2.”

When the bright moon appears: “I’m also powerless +3.”

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The seniors of the Nine Provinces Number One Group flooded so much that they instantly filled two whole chat pages with text.

And they still dare to say that they don’t have secondary clones specialized in flooding the group! If they don’t have clones, how come so many fellow daoists are online flooding the group each and every day?! Song Shuhang really wanted to flip a table at this time.

Anyway, was it possible that he would have to go online and look at the video of a baby silkworm spinning a cocoon and learn from that?

But right at this time, Spirit Butterfly Island’s Soft Feather appeared again, and sent another message. “Little friend Shuhang, although I don’t know why you want to learn how to spin a cocoon, I can send someone to teach you if you want.”

Virtuous Buddhist Sabersman: “Really? Thank you, Senior Spirit Butterfly!”

Spirit Butterfly Island’s Soft Feather: “You are welcome. Are you still at the filming location?”

Virtuous Buddhist Sabersman: “Yes. We finished shooting the scenes related to the Immaterial Cloud Sect earlier today, and we are resting right now.”

Spirit Butterfly Island’s Soft Feather: “I see. Wait a minute. I’ll send someone to look for you.”

Although Venerable Spirit Butterfly was a pure human cultivator, his Spirit Butterfly Island was full of butterfly-type monsters, and even amidst his disciples, there were several monster butterflies with outstanding talent.

There were some monster butterflies even amidst the subordinates he sent over to help Song Shuhang with the shooting of the movie.

Each of these monster butterflies had experience in spinning cocoons. Therefore, they could give Song Shuhang a hand.

Still… when these monster butterflies spun their cocoons, they were still small insects that couldn’t even assume human form.

As a consequence, they didn’t have any experience in spinning a cocoon while in human form.

Unfortunately, there wasn’t any better alternative at the moment.

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Around six minutes later, a palm-sized colorful butterfly quickly approached Song Shuhang’s position. Venerable White was coming over alongside this colorful butterfly.

Venerable White got very curious when he heard that Song Shuhang had started spitting silk and wanted to spin a cocoon. Therefore, he decided to come over to take a look.

At this time, a large mass of silk had already piled up in front of Song Shuhang. Its length would surely reach up to a hundred meters if they were to stretch it.

“You are really shooting silk out of your mouth.” Venerable White curiously squatted in front of Song Shuhang, and used a wooden sword to poke the silk that had piled up in front of him.

The silk threads were as fine as hair, and they were very light.

Venerable White used the wooden sword to gently cut the silk, but the threads were surprisingly undamaged.

“It’s very tough.” Venerable White imbued the wooden with sword qi, and only then was he able to cut the silk threads.

From the looks of it, Venerable White was having a lot of fun.

Song Shuhang didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“Hello, Mister Shuhang. Venerable Spirit Butterfly just told me to come here and teach you how to spin a cocoon.” The small colorful butterfly stopped in front of Song Shuhang and flapped its wings.

“Hello,” Song Shuhang said via secret sound transmission. Since silk was continuously coming out of his mouth, he could communicate with others only through the secret sound transmission technique.

“Mister Shuhang, you can call me ‘Jiu Gu’. This is the name Venerable Spirit Butterfly gave me,” the colorful butterfly Jiu Gu said with a smile. She was staring at Song Shuhang with a curious expression in her eyes. She had seen monster cultivators emit silk from their mouths several times, but it was her first time seeing a human do something of the sort.

Song Shuhang replied, “Jiu Gu… that’s a good name. Anyway, Jiu Gu, how can I spin a cocoon with this silk?”

Venerable Spirit Butterfly had unexpectedly given names to the various monster butterflies living on the Spirit Butterfly Island? There were many monster butterflies living there, so could Venerable Spirit Butterfly really remember the names he had given to each of them?

The nearby Miss Yu Jiaojiao activated the video recording feature of her mobile phone and prepared to record the scene of Song Shuhang spinning the cocoon.

Jiu Gu said, “When it comes to cocoon spinning, the first thing to do is to look for a good place where one can spin the cocoon. Mister Shuhang, where do you want to spin your cocoon?”

“Should we return inside the room in that case?” After saying this much, Song Shuhang concentrated his liquefied true qi on his finger, and used it as a sword to cut the silk threads that were continuously coming out of his mouth.

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Everyone headed toward the room Song Shuhang was resting in.

The colored butterfly Jiu Gu glanced at the room, and asked, “Mister Shuhang, in which part of the room do you want to erect the cocoon? The way I see it, the best places to erect the cocoon are the four angles created by the intersection of the walls; even the angles formed by the intersection of the walls and the ceiling aren’t bad. It’s relatively easier to erect a cocoon if you have the support of the angles, which would keep it in place and prevent its fall.”

“…” Via secret sound transmission, Song Shuhang said, “Can I spin the cocoon while lying in bed?” He felt that it was relatively unsafe to erect a cocoon between the intersection of the walls midair. What would he do if here to fall? After all, he wasn’t a small insect. As for the angles of the ceiling, let’s not even mention them!

The colored butterfly Jiu Gu said, “Yes, it should be possible. As long as you move the bed and place it in one of the corners of the room, it should be rather easy to spin a cocoon.”

Song Shuhang had yet to reply that Venerable White, Scholar Xian Gong, and Yu Jiaojiao pushed his bed into one of the corners of the room.

Venerable White, Scholar Xian Gong, and Yu Jiaojiao had eyes full of curiosity, and were patiently waiting for Song Shuhang to start spinning his cocoon.

Scholar Xian Gong, in particular, was watching very carefully, ‘studying’ his every movement in secret. He, too, was going to drink the demodragon medicine in a while. At that time, he might have to spin a cocoon as Song Shuhang was doing right now. Therefore, it was better to prepare for all eventualities, and learn how to spin a cocoon. After all, this additional piece of knowledge wasn’t going to bring him any harm.

“…” Song Shuhang.

He sighed in his heart, and followed the instructions of the colorful butterfly Jiu Gu, stepping on the bed and leaning against the intersection of the two walls.

The colorful butterfly Jiu Gu said, “Mister Shuhang, can you check if the silk coming out of your mouth can stick to the walls? If it can stick to the walls, stick it between the intersection of the walls and form a web of silk, which would act as a support for the whole thing.”

“I’ll give it a try,” Song Shuhang replied.

He checked if the silk coming out of his mouth could stick to the walls, and it really could. In addition, it attached itself to the wall very firmly.

As soon as the silk successfully glued to the wall, Song Shuhang felt a sense of loss in his heart. Perhaps it was just his misconception, but he felt as though he would stop being a ‘pure human cultivator’ from today onward.

However, he quickly shook his head, and got rid of these thoughts.

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The colorful butterfly Jiu Gu carefully told Song Shuhang how to glue the silk to both walls, and very soon, the first part of the cocoon spinning process—the building of the web of silk—was complete.

During this process, Song Shuhang couldn’t rely on his mouth alone as silkworms did, but often had to use his hands to stick the silk to the walls.

“Mister Shuhang is really good at spinning cocoons. Now that the web of silk has been taken care of, it’s time to spin the lining of the pupa shell,” the colorful butterfly Jiu Gu said with a smile.

Next, she instructed Song Shuhang, and made him spit silk according to a series of special methods. First was the C-shaped silk spitting method, then the S-shaped method, and finally the 8-shaped method. The whole process didn’t have precise rules, and was very chaotic and messy.

Under Jiu Gu’s careful instructions, a soft and fluffy layer of cocoon silk was soon completed. It was the lining of the pupa shell, an external portion of the cocoon.

“Very mysterious. After continuously spitting silk, he built something so big! It looks very soft from its appearance.” Venerable White took a chair and sat down; his eyes were fixed on Song Shuhang, who was spinning the cocoon.

Yu Jiaojiao said, “Perhaps we should check Song Shuhang’s family tree and see if any of his ancestors was a silkworm that started cultivating and finally turned into a monster cultivator?”

Scholar Xian Gong was now holding a video camera, busy recording the whole process. He had been smart enough not to participate in this conversation. After all, he, too, might have to spin a cocoon in a while…

Venerable White asked, “Shuhang, how do you feel at this time?”

Song Shuhang replied, “How do I feel? I feel as though I’m not a human anymore… in addition, I’m somewhat thirsty.”