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2272 Flowing Water Master Song

After the demonic hamster handed over the ring capable of temporarily suppressing the effect of ‘Everyone in the World Knows You,’ as well as a thick book, to Song Shuhang, it rolled up its red cloak and entered stealth mode. Next, it needed to watch and assist from the side—yes, it intended to help Song Shuhang deal with Wang Xie by observing from the sidelines.

If there were more intriguing Evil Wangs, it would naturally emerge and seal them back to its master. If there was nothing noteworthy to collect, it would simply observe from the side and assist Tyrannical Song in tormenting Evil and Extravagance.

The demonic hamster’s cloak was indeed a treasure. Once it entered stealth mode, not even Song Shuhang could detect its presence.

“Shuhang, do you see Fellow Daoist Ran Zhen’s cloak? The red one?” the headless Lady Onion asked.

Song Shuhang was confused.

‘I’m not blind; of course, I see it.’

“Other people’s bosses provide such potent equipment, so don’t show any weakness. Therefore, Shuhang, since you have equipment of this caliber on you, remember to equip me as well. Otherwise, I might embarrass you if I go out. I’m Tyrannical Song’s number one employee,” Headless Lady Onion patted Song Shuhang’s neck and remarked.

Song Shuhang was left speechless.

I’m so envious of this level of equipment that I’m drooling. Where can I find a complete set for you?

Furthermore…

“Lady Onion, you’re already an official employee, not a monster pet,” Song Shuhang gently patted Lady Onion. This time, he controlled his strength and didn’t squish her.

What he meant was that employees and pets were treated differently.

Lady Onion was speechless.

She felt that something was amiss. Ever since she regained her freedom and became an employee, why did it seem like her treatment was becoming worse and worse?

For a moment, she hesitated and contemplated whether she should relinquish the hard-won freedom and sell herself as a demon pet once more.

Fortunately, at the crucial moment, her newfound freedom stopped her from making the wrong choice.

Song Shuhang faintly smiled, then opened the thick book.

This book detailed information about ‘evil’ in great detail. It documented the characteristics, weaknesses, methods of restraint, and capture techniques for hundreds of evil illusions. It could be said that this book covered nearly all types of evil commonly encountered.

Moreover, Senior White Two had thoughtfully translated the text into Chinese.

After flipping through a few pages, Song Shuhang couldn’t help but rub his temples.

It wasn’t that he disliked reading. On the contrary, he found every book fascinating and could read with great interest. This book had the potential to make his morning quite enjoyable.

However, according to the book’s records, each evil illusion was unique, and the methods to sense and capture different evil illusions varied.

If he encountered an unfamiliar evil, it would be impractical to use every ‘Evil Illusion Sensing Technique’ from the book simultaneously, right?

Simply standing there and casting thousands of variations of the ‘Evil Illusion Sensing Technique’ would take half a day.

“So, is experience still needed?” Song Shuhang mumbled.

An experienced old hunter and a novice hunter armed only with theory were worlds apart.

However, turning knowledge into experience was a time-consuming process.

“This is troublesome. Is there no way to sense and track all forms of evil?” Song Shuhang inquired.

“Yes, as long as you become strong enough, you can scan with your divine sense, and no evil will be able to hide. In this world, those who are powerful enough enjoy special privileges,” the demonic hamster’s voice echoed. “If you’re not strong enough, think of a way to become as cute as me. Then, you can apply for a special detection magical treasure to lock onto Xie Wang.”

Song Shuhang was left speechless.

I’ve already outgrown the age of ‘cute.’

Regarding the ‘detection magical treasure,’ Song Shuhang thought of something. He touched the Scholarly Sage’s eye in his left eye, wondering if the pendant with the Sage’s eyeball would be useful in the future.

Additionally, knowledge was power.

“Try to commit all the knowledge in this book to memory by morning,” Song Shuhang softly patted the book.

Now, he went to purchase breakfast and wake up his roommates. Qingwu brought them breakfast every day. If she suddenly didn’t bring it today, his roommates would surely be puzzled.

He also wanted to observe how much weight Gao Moumou, Yangde, and Tubo had gained over the past few months.

…

In a residential area near Jiangnan College Town, Ji Shuangxue rubbed her eyes and emerged from her room while appearing somewhat disoriented.

A simple breakfast had already been set on the table.

“Where’s Dad?” Ji Shuangxue inquired while tying her golden hair.

“He’s training outside,” her mother replied. She was playing with their pet cat while casting an amused glance toward the courtyard.

Over there, a middle-aged man with golden hair was vigorously swinging a heavy greatsword. He was engaged in some form of sword technique.

Ji Shuangxue covered her forehead and couldn’t help but shake her head.

Whenever she saw her father immersed in practicing swordsmanship, she would secretly grumble about that ‘Master Song.’

In the past, it was acceptable when her father practiced ‘The Times are Calling.’ After all, it was radio gymnastics that promoted physical and mental well-being.

However, at some point, her father had learned another set of sword techniques from ‘Master Song.’ Upon returning, he started wielding the sword every day and performed sword dances to the crowing of the rooster.

Wasn’t it more enjoyable to practice ‘The Times are Calling’? If that wasn’t suitable, he could even evolve it into ‘Dancing Youth’ or ‘Flying Idea.’

“Mom, why don’t you talk to him?” Ji Shuangxue whispered.

“Why should I ruin his fun?” her mother responded with a smile.

Joseph was from a generation deeply fascinated by Chinese Kungfu culture.

Moreover, practicing swordsmanship wasn’t bad either. At least over the past few months, her husband appeared much more robust.

“You spoil Dad too much,” Ji Shuangxue playfully chided her. “I’ve finished eating; I’m off to school,” she whispered.

“Take care on your way,” Joseph replied without a pause in his sword practice.

[Holy Light, that evil seems worth challenging!] Ji Shuangxue faintly heard her father muttering.

Ji Shuangxue was left speechless.

Don’t tell me that ‘Holy Light’ is part of Chinese Kungfu?

That ‘Master Song’ was truly something else.

However, on second thought, considering how her father incessantly bothered him, causing him to teach her father ‘The Times are Calling’ and this sword technique, she couldn’t really blame him.

She sighed softly and was unable to stay irritated for long. She had inherited her mother’s temperament.

Ji Shuangxue pushed open the courtyard door and ventured outside.

“Eh? Fog?” she wondered in puzzlement.

Beyond her doorstep, thick fog obscured the surroundings. The visibility was barely three meters.

But when she turned around, there was no fog in her home’s small courtyard!