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2394 Don’t Cling to the Wool

After receiving a confirmed reply, Su Clan’s Sixteen waved at Song Shuhang and, along with her sister, the White Dragon, retreated to the trial grounds.

The scene was picturesque, with a serene lake, lush green mountains, and a bamboo raft gently drifting on the water.

Su Clan’s Sixteen stood on the bamboo raft while holding a bamboo pole with one hand while supporting her waist with the other.

“How are you feeling?” the White Dragon asked.

“My back hurts,” Su Clan’s Sixteen replied.

The White Dragon was left speechless.

They had all learned from Song Shuhang, and their responses were intentionally tricky. It was challenging for others to continue the conversation.

Stretching lazily, Su Clan’s Sixteen released the bamboo pole and settled down on the bamboo raft. She retrieved her small life-bound treasured saber.

The White Dragon asked, “Are you planning to awaken its spirit?”

“Yes, in the upcoming trials, having the life-bound magical treasure awaken its intelligence will enhance efficiency,” Su Clan’s Sixteen nodded.

Both Su Clan’s Sixteen and the White Dragon had no doubts about the effectiveness of the eye drops. Song Shuhang possessed an array of peculiar items, and it wouldn’t be surprising if he could produce treasures with various effects.

Sitting cross-legged, Su Clan’s Sixteen placed the treasured saber horizontally on her lap.

The White Dragon extended her claws and retrieved the eye drops given to her by Song Shuhang.

“I wonder where he got these from. These eye drops alone have such a remarkable effect,” the White Dragon commented as she opened the bottle to reveal only a single drop of the precious liquid, which seemed rather meager.

Su Clan’s Sixteen took the small bottle and carefully dripped the eye drop onto her life-bound treasured saber.

As the eye drop dripped from the bottle, the entire body of the White Dragon suddenly tensed up.

“Sister White Dragon, are you trying to kill me?” Su Clan’s Sixteen exclaimed while grabbing the ancestral golden dragon’s body, which had wrapped itself around her neck.

“It was a mistake, my mistake,” the White Dragon hastily released her grip.

“Is this eye drop really that extraordinary?” Su Clan’s Sixteen inquired, her curiosity piqued. She couldn’t fathom why the White Dragon, with her status, would be so surprised.

“It’s indeed special. This potion contains an aura that far surpasses that of an Immortal. It’s nothing short of a ‘supreme treasure.’ The only downside is its limited quantity. I wonder where Shuhang acquired such a treasure,” the White Dragon explained.

While they conversed, Su Clan’s Sixteen’s life-bound treasured saber began to undergo a transformation. The originally small and delicate saber gradually elongated and became more slender.

Taking advantage of this moment, Su Clan’s Sixteen retrieved some forging materials from her cosmos bag and placed them next to her life-bound treasured saber.

The White Dragon breathed out a stream of flames, using her dragon fire to refine the weapon directly.

In this day and age, not having a formidable life-bound magical treasure was rather embarrassing. With the White Dragon’s assistance, Su Clan’s Sixteen’s treasured saber quickly underwent a transformation.

The initially petite treasured saber evolved into… an umbrella.

“The form has changed,” Su Clan’s Sixteen observed as she raised the umbrella and unfurled it.

“It’s essentially an additional scabbard,” the White Dragon remarked while blowing out two columns of smoke from her nostrils. “I’m only assisting in the refinement this time. Its form changed because you and the treasured saber’s nascent consciousness guided the process.”

Su Clan’s Sixteen reached out, grasped the umbrella handle, and withdrew a long saber adorned with ancient patterns carved into its surface.

The long saber quivered slightly.

Sixteen released her grip, and the long saber began to orbit around her, akin to Senior White’s Meteor Sword.

“Heartstrings, return to the sheath,” Su Clan’s Sixteen softly commanded.

With a swoosh, the long saber obediently returned to its scabbard.

Su Clan’s Sixteen beamed with satisfaction as she stood up once more and propped up her bamboo pole.

“Is your back no longer hurting?” the White Dragon inquired.

“It’s no longer hurting as long as I’m in a good mood,” Su Clan’s Sixteen replied. She lightly pushed the bamboo pole, and the bamboo raft shot forward like an arrow.

With the strengthened life-bound magical treasure, her efficiency in overcoming the trials would significantly improve. This would allow her to return to the Spirit River Su Clan sooner and prepare for the upcoming annual meeting.

Upon her return, she needed to make a mental note of what she wished to discuss with Song Shuhang and organize her thoughts.

“Are you prepared to reveal everything to him?” the White Dragon hung around Sixteen’s neck while fluttering in the wind.

“Yes, I want to disclose everything about Su Clan’s Sixteen to him,” Su Clan’s Sixteen declared suddenly, her bamboo pole thrown with all her might. It shattered a colossal illusory beast not far away.

*****

Song Shuhang first shared the news of his new mask gift with his friends in the cultivation chat.

Then, he initiated a private conversation with the Demon Emperor, who was on his blacklist.

“Get lost!” The reply remained icy and dismissive.

“Not Only Senior, would you like to divine my location now? There’s a surprise waiting for you,” Song Shuhang responded.

The Demon Emperor was rendered speechless.

What did he mean?

Was he asking me to divine his location?

Could it be that Profound Sage Tyrannical Song has already approached me?

In an instant, numerous thoughts raced through the Demon Emperor’s mind.

“Do you want me to divine Tyrannical Song’s location?” the Demon Emperor pondered.

A while later, the Demon Emperor clenched his teeth and decided to divine. Profound Sage Tyrannical Song was known to be a crafty and ruthless individual, so it was safer to conduct a divination just in case.

After the divination, Demon Emperor frowned, troubled.

Regarding the whereabouts of Profound Sage Tyrannical Song, the heavenly secrets were shrouded and made it akin to searching for a needle in a haystack through divination.

Receiving such a divination left not only the Demon Emperor feeling a tad uneasy.

“Not Only Senior, can’t you determine my location, can you? Surprised? Are you surprised?” Song Shuhang messaged once more.

The Demon Emperor remained speechless.

“Well then, goodnight, Senior.” With these parting words, Song Shuhang concluded the private conversation.

His primary aim was to test the effectiveness of Sixteen’s mask. The experiment was a resounding success, as the mask’s ability to conceal his heavenly secrets surpassed his expectations.

“This way, when I attend the Spirit River Su Clan’s annual meeting, I won’t have to worry about the Fat Ball suddenly appearing at my doorstep,” Song Shuhang mused.

At present, he found himself in a quandary. He hoped the Fat Ball boss would launch an attack sooner so he could trap the Fat Ball boss’s alternate account in the artificial small world and seal it into an egg.

However, he also harbored a wish that the Fat Ball boss would forget about him, an inconspicuous figure, and cease any thoughts of pursuit.

“Don’t hog all the good fortune,” Pavilion Master Chu chimed in from above.

“I concur,” Song Shuhang replied. “In fact, I’m considering adding a few more significant adversaries to my blacklist.”

Pavilion Master Chu was left baffled.

“Black-skinned Soft Feather, has your main body arrived?” Song Shuhang called downstairs.

“She should be here soon,” Black-skinned Soft Feather replied.

“Then, you all should get ready. Once Soft Feather and the goods are prepared, we’ll set off for the Spirit River Su Clan!” Song Shuhang announced.

It was Black-skinned Soft Feather’s first time attending the annual event, so she felt a touch of nervousness.

She intended to arrive early at the Spirit River Su Clan and familiarize herself with the surroundings.

*****

At Spirit Butterfly Island, The Celestial Thearch reclined in a bathtub, leisurely blowing bubbles.

Simultaneously, she began placing seals on her own body.

Sage Monarch Spirit Butterfly was scheduled to assess Soft Feather’s recent progress in her cultivation tomorrow. The additional seals were a precaution to prevent herself from unintentionally injuring Sage Monarch Spirit Butterfly.