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Song Shuhang opened his mouth numbly.

Sixteen placed the scabbard into his mouth and Song Shuhang bit down on it as tears continued to stream down his face.

In the meantime, the black Scarlet Heaven Sword, the black-skinned Soft Feather, and Fairy Creation all slowly approached after confirming that the Heavenly Punishment had concluded.

“These tears are the tears of Profound Sage Tyrannical Song. They’re very valuable!” The black Scarlet Heaven Sword was relieved to see that Song Shuhang’s head was still intact. In order to celebrate Song Shuhang’s escape from death, it seized the opportunity to rend Song Shuhang’s heart.

This was because it heard that when a person got too excited or too happy, it was best to slap them in the face a few times—this could prevent them from getting overexcited and dying of shock.

Therefore, it had to rend Song Shuhang’s heart and prevent him from being so excited that he went into shock and died.

“Woooo…” Song Shuhang bit the scabbard in his mouth and let out a painful whimper. If not for the fact that he did not have any hands at the moment, he would’ve definitely used 100 instances of the ❮Saber-Nurturing Technique❯ on Senior Scarlet Heaven Sword.

Sister White Dragon said, “It looks like it really hurt this time.”

She knew how strong Song Shuhang’s pain tolerance was. For this pain to have been able to make Song Shuhang burst into tears, the pain brought about by the two dragons’ collision must have been horrific. That level of pain was probably something that not even an Immortal would be able to bear.

“That’s not true, Senior Scarlet Heaven Sword. Senior Song is not a real Eighth Stage Profound Sage. His tears aren’t even that valuable,” the black-skinned Soft Feather said. “Senior Song, your body is gone.”

Song Shuhang’s cries became filled with even more sorrow after hearing that.

“Song~ Stupid~” Fairy Creation said softly. She then stretched out her hands and placed them under Song Shuhang’s neck, holding his head lightly.

The drop of the Sage’s blood floated under Song Shuhang’s neck.

Before the Heavenly Punishment descended, the Sage’s blood moved to Song Shuhang’s neck. The power in the drop of blood transformed into a barrier that preserved the functions of Shuhang’s body. However, due to the power of the blood shrouding the whole head, it was not clear which functions had been preserved.

Fairy Creation extended her hands slightly, and the drop of Sage’s blood reintegrated into Song Shuhang’s neck. The drop of blood then went on to continue helping Song Shuhang maintain his vitality.

After all, Song Shuhang had still yet to reach the realm where he could be reborn from a single drop of blood; it was impossible for him to survive with just his head like Pavilion Master Chu.

Although the vitality of a Sixth Stage True Monarch was quite tenacious, they would not be able to last long if their body below the neck was completely destroyed.

Sixteen reached out and gently wiped Song Shuhang’s tears.

Although he only had his head left, the fact that he was still alive was great news. Even if Song Shuhang did have some means of resurrection, there were many variables to take into account.

Whether it was the resurrection formation or the resurrection magical treasure, there was a chance they would fail.

It was still best to not have to use them if possible.

Moreover, each means of resurrection was very precious. If he used it, it was unknown when he would be able to get another one. For Song Shuhang, it was definitely something that he would save rather than use.

Sister White Dragon said, “Now we have to figure out a way to help Song Shuhang restore his body.”

The black-skinned Soft Feather asked, “Senior Song, how far have you reached in your practice of❮Cheng Lin Self-Healing Technique❯?”

In the self-healing technique obtained from Cheng Lin’s ruins were hidden some hints of her path to immortality. When one reached a high enough level of mastery, they could easily regrow a limb.

[Not long ago, I could use it in conjunction with the hair growing technique to make my hair grow a lot faster. Now, I can barely manage to regrow a small part of my body,] Song Shuhang replied using voice transmission as he could not open his mouth due to the agonizing pain he was experiencing.

At this moment, Pavilion Master Chu’s strand of hair, which was on Song Shuhang’s head, said, “Come to your Inner World.”

Since the Inner World’s living spring worked for her, it might also work for Song Shuhang.

[I was already planning to do that,] Song Shuhang said. [Senior Eternal Fire, I have to go back to my Inner World for a while. If anything happens, please just call me.]

To get the signal, he could just open a gap in the Inner World.

Senior Eternal Fire said, “Little friend Shuhang, the scholarly faction owes you an immense favor for everything you did this time. I will do my best to prepare as many spirit stones as I can for you.”

Song Shuhang was delighted, and the pain he was feeling seemed to suddenly disappear.

“No problem, Senior Eternal Fire. We know each other, and ordinary spirit stones are completely fine with me,” said Song Shuhang. As he did that, the scabbard in his mouth fell.

Sixteen reached for the scabbard.

“Ow~ Ow~” Song Shuhang screamed.

Sixteen gently put the scabbard back into his mouth, and he bit down on it again while whimpering in pain.

True Monarch Eternal Fire turned away. He could not bear seeing Song Shuhang in so much pain, so he decided to raise as many spirit stones as he could.

If the number of spirit stones was too low, he would be guilt-ridden for the rest of his life.

Then, Sixteen, Sister White Dragon, the black-skinned Soft Feather, the black Scarlet Heaven Sword, and Song Shuhang’s head all returned to the Inner World.

True Monarch White Crane did not follow them this time.

With Senior White gone, it no longer had any interest in following Song Shuhang.

And so, it decided to stay in the scholarly faction and help Fellow Daoist Eternal Fire.

The two True Monarchs floated in the air, silently watching Song Shuhang and the others as they disappeared.

Below, in the Inner Demon Cave.

The Ruler of Shadows pinched his conjured chin.

Hmm, I was worried that as Fellow Daoist Tyrannical Song was a fake Profound Sage, he might be unable to pay for Shadow Sanctum.

But now, Profound Sage Tyrannical Song is about to become very rich. At the very least, the scholarly faction seems to be preparing to give a large number of spirit stones to him.

Fellow Daoist Tyrannical Song turned the tides several times today and saved the scholarly faction.

When they pay him back, the number of spirit stones they give him will definitely not be small, right?

As long as the scholarly faction isn’t stingy, the money they provide would be enough to pay for Shadow Sanctum.

When he thought of this, the Ruler of Shadows’ mood improved a lot.

And so, he left a note for Song Shuhang in the Inner Demon Cave before slowly heading back to the Shadow Realm.

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Inside the Inner World.

Under the management of the Inner World Assistant, the Inner World was flourishing.

It could be said that there were new improvements to the Inner World every day, and it had become even more beautiful than when Sixteen saw it last time.

However, she currently did not have the time to appreciate the changes in the Inner World.

She stretched out her hand to hold Song Shuhang’s head and quickly went to where the living spring was.

The living spring was now divided into upper and lower layers.

The place above was where the spring was located, and from where new springs constantly emerged.

Below was a small pond formed by the spring water gushing out.

Pavilion Master Chu’s head was currently blowing bubbles in the small pond below.

Sixteen came to the edge of the pond and gently placed Song Shuhang’s head in the water.

Song Shuhang’s head just sank, all the way to the bottom.

After all, he did not have any experience in swimming with just his head.

“Hehehe, seeing you in this pitiful state makes me really happy, № Tyrannical Song.” At this moment, a voice sounded from the edge of the pond.

A hamster wearing a swordsman’s robe and carrying a toothpick-sized sword said as its robe fluttered gorgeously, “I’ve come to see you, № Tyrannical Song.”

“Gulululu~” A burst of bubbles emerged from the bottom of the water.