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2350 Because Shuhang Is Good-Looking

Miruru was once a young tree demon, a devoted fan of the first Sage in a thousand years, Profound Sage Tyrannical Song. Before transcending the heavenly tribulation, she crossed paths with Song Shuhang, who had recently become ‘Profound Sage Tyrannical Song.’ She became the first fortunate soul to bear the Sage Seal of Profound Sage Tyrannical Song.

However, Miruru’s attempt to transcend the tribulation ended in failure, and even her demon form succumbed to the celestial onslaught. All that remained was the Seal of Profound Sage Tyrannical Song, and a new sprout emerged.

At that moment, Song Shuhang had been lost in thought. He transplanted Miruru’s new sprout into his Inner World and nourished it with a blend of springwater and pure water while envisioning a day when Miruru would regain her consciousness and resume her journey of cultivation.

“Let’s pay a visit to Miruru,” Song Shuhang said as he picked up Lady Onion and placed her gently on his shoulder.

Nurtured within the embrace of the Inner World, Miruru’s remnant branch had flourished into a small sapling.

As if sensing Song Shuhang’s presence, the branches and leaves swayed gently.

Her root was fashioned from the remnant of Song Shuhang’s Seal. Even though she had yet to gain consciousness, she naturally felt close to Song Shuhang.

Extending his hand, Song Shuhang tenderly caressed the sapling.

The path of cultivation was fraught with harshness. He was currently pursued by the ruler of the Netherworld and had taken refuge within his Inner World, fearful of venturing outside.

“The path of cultivation teems with both peril and serendipity,” the sword remarked. “Some succeed while others falter. Some can rise after falling, while others plummet indefinitely. Individuals like Shuhang, who can persistently rise after every fall, are few and far between.”

“The luckiest aspect of my life is encountering so many benevolent seniors. Without their assistance and the various resurrection artifacts, I would have perished long ago,” Song Shuhang mused.

“Actually, Shuhang,” the Scarlet Heaven Sword chimed in, “have you noticed that whenever you lack a resurrection magical treasure, you don’t seem to die?”

Song Shuhang was left momentarily speechless.

Daoist Stone Tablet interjected, “Sword, you are mistaken. This is called survivorship bias. Because Tyrannical Song is still alive, you have the illusion that he wouldn’t die without a resurrection magical treasure. However, in reality, without such a treasure, Tyrannical Song would have perished long ago.”

Song Shuhang sighed. He extended his hand and laid it upon sword and tablet while executing ten strokes of the Saber Nurturing Technique. “Seniors, I implore you to change the topic. Discussing death in such depth is inauspicious. Excessive discourse on this matter might deplete my luck. I intend to use the eye drops on Miruru and awaken her consciousness. Don’t jinx it.”

Song Shuhang retrieved the Heavenly Dao Eye Drops and unscrewed the bottle cap once more.

With a light tap, a drop of the eye drops floated up and gathered on his fingertip.

On the back of his hand, the Defiant Whale Tool Spirit Fairy, which bore a resemblance to Song Shuhang, appeared. She shrank to the size of a palm, cradled the Heavenly Dao Eye Drops with both hands, and then gently sprinkled them onto the tree demon Miruru.

Miruru instinctively absorbed the Heavenly Dao Eye Drops, absorbing their power.

Subsequently, a group of individuals encircled Miruru’s sapling, witnessing her transformation.

Different from magical artifacts that could be imbued with spiritual enchantments, objects with ‘life’ underwent spiritual enchantment accompanied by peculiar phenomena.

A beautiful eye emerged at the tip of Miruru’s tree. Through this beautiful eye, an inheritance was directly transmitted to the sapling.

Ten minutes later, the beautiful eyes vanished.

Miruru’s sapling moved without any apparent breeze, each leaf radiating a subtle fluorescent glow.

Then, a feeble consciousness coalesced upon the sapling.

“It’s a success!” Lady Onion exclaimed joyfully.

“Yes, this is all thanks to you,” Song Shuhang said, gently tapping the green onion sprout. He exercised caution, mindful of not exerting excessive force to avoid knocking her head off.

“Nevertheless, Miruru has just gained sentience. It will take considerable time for her to evolve back into a demon,” Song Shuhang remarked.

In the past, Lady Onion had been secretly guided by Daoist Priest Scarlet Heaven and required hundreds of years to transform into a human. Miruru possessed inferior aptitude compared to Lady Onion. Her journey to regain her former self might be even lengthier.

“Persist and persevere. When you tread the path of cultivation once more, I shall accept you as my disciple,” Song Shuhang uttered softly.

He acknowledged that he wasn’t the most qualified mentor, particularly in terms of knowledge. He remained far from being a dependable grand senior, but he vowed to give his utmost effort.

Miruru’s sprout entwined affectionately around Song Shuhang’s substantial hand, her roots beginning to extend.

The core assistant nearby blinked her eyes and proactively collaborated with Miruru.

Miruru’s race bore unique traits. If her roots were fully extended, they would span hundreds of times the size of the tree above. Her roots possessed the capacity to manage and tend to the spiritual plants and trees within Song Shuhang’s Inner World.

With proper nurturing, Miruru’s tree could rival many spiritual plant masters. Furthermore, as her realm advanced, her capabilities would further escalate, potentially resolving Song Shuhang’s Inner World’s deficiency of spiritual plant masters.

The core assistant discerned Miruru’s potential and actively guided her in cultivation and the display of her talents.

Furthermore, the core assistant awaited the return of Song Shuhang’s other disciple, Virtuous Buddhist Swordsman Cai. Little Cai was a cultivator enthralled by cultivation, and progress in her practice brought her immense joy.

She had also taken up Song Shuhang’s Thirty-Three Divine Beasts Technique. When combined with the Encyclopedia of Animal Taming, this technique functioned like a small spiritual beast cheat, which enhanced her strength while facilitating the taming of spiritual beasts. Additionally, it allowed her to augment her cultivation by consuming spirit beast crystals.

Properly nurtured, Little Cai would undoubtedly ascend to become a master beast tamer.

Miruru and Little Cai represented essential components in the core assistant’s future plans.

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Nightfall descended.

Song Shuhang leaned against the Gem Fruit Tree and closed his eyes in meditation.

Beside him, Fairy Creation plucked the strings of her pipa, while the black-skinned Soft Feather hummed a gentle tune.

The ghost spirit fairy perched on the fruit tree, and the diminutive demonic beast tasked with caring for the fruit tree presented her with ripe fruits.

Fairy Defiant Whale shrunk even further as she clambered onto Song Shuhang’s arm, then slid down along his bracer before ascending once more.

Meanwhile, the hamster diligently honed its swordsmanship, its fur glistening with perspiration.

Moments later, Song Shuhang abruptly opened his eyes and sighed.

Simultaneously, a gleaming aura of virtue emanated from his body while scattering into starlight by his side.

Black-skinned Soft Feather furrowed her brow and distanced herself slightly from the virtue light. The sword shifted back and forth in tandem.

“The virtuous fat whale dissipated again?” Pavilion Master Chu inquired lazily.

“Yes, I discreetly deployed the virtuous fat whale to survey a coordinate within the cosmos. However, it shattered as soon as I released it… The fat ball boss is somehow deducing my location. This time, we’re truly ensnared within the Inner World,” Song Shuhang lamented.

He had strategically established coordinates for the Sage Seal Wooden Blade across many locations on Earth, but the universe featured only a limited number.

The few cosmic coordinates he utilized were all pinpointed and annihilated by the fat ball as soon as the virtuous fat whale explored them.

This implied that the fat ball had successfully deduced Song Shuhang’s potential whereabouts.

The ruler of the Netherworld had personally imposed this blockade—a truly daunting prospect.

In truth, this time, the fat ball had nearly pursued the passageway into the Inner World created by the virtuous fat whale and invaded directly!

“For the time being, we must avoid the Earth coordinates. If we converge there, the fat ball will obliterate Earth directly and cause catastrophic repercussions,” Song Shuhang deliberated.

“Why don’t you borrow some spirit stones from Senior White, then forcefully detonate and suppress the fat ball’s clone?” Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet proposed.

“Do not underestimate the ruler of the Netherworld. Even if Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet and I combine our powers for a simultaneous detonation, there’s no guarantee we can subdue the fat ball. I have a different idea. I’m considering the possibility of directly opening an entrance to the Inner World and enticing the fat ball’s clone inside,” Song Shuhang mused.

The Inner World stood as one of his most potent assets. Under ordinary circumstances, he refrained from exposing it to enemies to prevent any potential harm.

Nevertheless, if no other recourse existed, he could contemplate luring adversaries into the Inner World. After all, the Inner World held a connection to Senior White Two’s realm—the world of the black lotus.

Entering the Inner World equated to stepping into Senior White Two’s backyard. The prospect of confronting the massive fist of the ruler of the Netherworld within such a domain was terrifying, but also useful.

“What a missed opportunity. If only Senior Three-Eyed won the game,” Song Shuhang lamented.

However, at the time, the allure of the Heavenly Dao Eye Drops was too compelling and aligned perfectly with Song Shuhang’s needs. He admitted to being greedy and lacked the foresight to throw the game to the three-eyed youth.

“Core assistant, prepare an empty space or extract the square from the Palace of Summer. We will directly open the entrance to the Inner World in the square and draw the fat ball to our location,” Song Shuhang instructed.

“Affirmative,” the core assistant affirmed. “Command confirmed. Transfer initiated.”

“In that case, I’ll be heading to the world of the black lotus to confer with Senior White Two on our next course of action,” Song Shuhang resolved.

He couldn’t remain in hiding indefinitely. Continuing to reside within the Inner World was not a sustainable solution.

Within a private courtyard of Su Clan in Spirit River Su Clan, Sixteen opened her eyes and let out a soft sigh.

“Another recurring dream?” inquired the White Dragon.

“Yes, I dreamed of the moment when I suffered severe injuries during the Fourth Stage heavenly tribulation,” Su Clan’s Sixteen confirmed. “Back then, after sustaining grievous wounds, I roamed around Jiangnan University Town. I crossed paths with Shuhang numerous times, and he saved my life on multiple occasions.”

“While being a hero who saves a damsel in distress may sound cliché, it is indeed a swift method to gain favor,” commented the White Dragon.

“Moreover, Shuhang is quite handsome,” Su Clan’s Sixteen added.

The White Dragon was left momentarily speechless.