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“So it’s you, Sun Wukong Son of Heaven!”

“Then that makes me Song Iron Fan Shuhang, right?”

“Should I say something to coordinate with you?” Song Shuhang asked.

Celestial Thearch was speechless.

On this day, the Celestial Thearch realized that there are limits to human understanding. Even someone like her could be stumped by some of Song Shuhang’s lines, unable to grasp the underlying meaning and continue the conversation.

“How am I supposed to respond to that?” the Celestial Thearch asked.

Song Shuhang thought for a moment, then said, “Maybe it’s better if you don’t respond… If you force it, it’s going to get really awkward for me.”

“I’ll look into what that means later,” the Celestial Thearch said. “I’ve got plenty of free time now that I’ve been resurrected.”

“Alright,” Song Shuhang replied.

Then he began to lift his shirt in cooperation.

But halfway through, he suddenly remembered something: “Celestial Thearch, why are you resurrecting inside my body?”

As expected, there must have been a reason she insisted that he annihilate her completely. Had she planted a spore in him the moment she died by his hand?

“Wanna guess?” the Celestial Thearch retorted.

Song Shuhang, dead serious, said, “Over the past year, I’ve grown to hate it when people ask me to guess things I have no clue about, so I can’t figure them out; and second, I hate it when people try to read my face for answers when I ask them ‘Wanna guess?’”

The Celestial Thearch laughed, “I’m the opposite… I love seeing the look of utter confusion on someone’s face when I ask them to guess.”

Song Shuhang was speechless.

As they were talking, a “lotus projection” formed on his body.

“It’s this thing?” Song Shuhang was startled.

He remembered this lotus projection. It was from when his Core World had recklessly tried to swallow the Celestial Thearch and lick her “Heavenly Court Dao,” resulting in this massive lotus projection. But it backfired. The Celestial Thearch had severed the giant lotus projection… And in the end, the projection became compensation for Song Shuhang’s Core World secretly licking the Celestial Thearch’s “Heavenly Court Fragment Dao.”

If not for the Celestial Thearch pulling it out now, Shuhang might have completely forgotten about it.

“So, you’ve been hiding in this lotus projection all along? Hiding in my body?”

“No, I’ve been hiding on Little Blackie the whole time~” the Celestial Thearch’s voice replied.

Black Soft Feather: “!!!”

You were hiding on me all this time? When did that happen? How did I not notice at all? Also… I’m not ‘Little Blackie!’

“Butter Song Baihua Huang… Guai Li Six Bean Phoenix.” Little Blackie pondered for a while, unsure what to say, so she just announced her full name.

“If I had hidden directly in you, with your connection to the lotus projection, you would have sensed it right away. But hiding on Little Blackie was easy. With my relationship with her, plus the ‘enlightenment’ and aura concealment I left with you before I died, it was almost impossible for you to notice me~” the Celestial Thearch continued.

Little Blackie: “…”

I just said my name, and you’re ignoring it. That’s rude.

Next to them, Song Shuhang thought for a moment, then mimicked the tone of the Virtuous Lamia, speaking seriously, “Lies obscure the truth and lead the outcome astray!”

Even if the lotus projection was on Black Soft Feather, there was no way he wouldn’t have sensed it. So… the Celestial Thearch wasn’t telling the truth. Or maybe she was mixing in some half-truths. Most likely, he got hit by something when he slashed her to death, or maybe when he floated to the ‘Celestial Thearch’s Throne Two’ during his resurrection.

“Heaven is jealous of geniuses, and they die young,” the Celestial Thearch replied.

Song Shuhang was speechless.

I can’t mess with her, I really can’t.

As they spoke, the lotus projection bloomed.

The lotus bud unfurled, and a tall figure stepped out from within.

The resurrected “Celestial Thearch” still retained Feather Rouzi’s basic appearance—perfectly proportioned long legs, silky smooth long hair. However, her expression seemed more mature compared to Feather Rouzi’s.

“This resurrection state is just right,” the resurrected Celestial Thearch said with a satisfied stretch.

The stretching motion highlighted Feather Rouzi’s stunning figure in every detail!

Creation Fairy raised her hands to cover Song Shuhang’s eyes, blocking his view. After all, these were her master’s eyes. Who knew what powerful functions they might have? What if Song Shuhang got excited and activated one of those powerful functions?

But Song Shuhang didn’t mind.

In fact, at his level of power, seeing things wasn’t limited to using the “eyes” as an organ. Besides, apart from the pair of Confucian Saint’s Eyes, he also had a third godly eye.

After the Celestial Thearch’s resurrection was complete, Song Shuhang reached up and gently poked the Fengyi Qin Lord’s claw on his head.

The Fengyi Qin Lord’s claw responded, “What? You almost poked my eye.”

There was a single eye on her claw.

“Look, it’s a fresh Celestial Thearch, alive and kicking,” Song Shuhang said.

The Fengyi Qin Lord’s claw fell silent.

“I told your main body before, I’m really familiar with the Celestial Thearch, so your main body shouldn’t be messing with the whole ‘resurrecting the Celestial Thearch’ thing. But she wouldn’t believe me,” Song Shuhang said.

The Fengyi Qin Lord’s claw fell silent again.

“But I was once killed by Senior Song~” the Celestial Thearch stepped on air, bent down, and with a tug, pulled the massive “lotus projection” off of Song Shuhang, casually tossing it into her spatial storage.

Even if it was used up, it was still hers, so she had to keep it.

“Should I congratulate you on your perfect resurrection?” Song Shuhang asked, as he checked the Celestial Thearch’s status in his “Cultivation Chat System” again.

Her status had already switched from “dead as can be” to “perfectly reborn.”

Perfect meant she had completely broken free from the “Heavenly Court Dao.”

“If you congratulate me, I still won’t have a red envelope to give you,” the Celestial Thearch replied.

Song Shuhang was speechless.

So shallow, do I look like I care about a red envelope?

“Now that I’m resurrected, I’ve got a bit of business to take care of,” the Celestial Thearch said.

“Causing trouble? Count me in!” Song Shuhang asked—not because he really wanted to join, but to find out what the Celestial Thearch was planning, to get some intel.

“Sure,” the Celestial Thearch smiled. “I’m going to chop down Cheng Lin, wanna come?”

Song Shuhang: “!!!”

“Right now, isn’t Senior Song Cheng Lin?” Black Soft Feather asked. “So you’re gonna chop down Senior Song?”

“Ah, I almost forgot about that,” the Celestial Thearch chuckled.

Then she formed her fingers into a sword and pointed it at Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang: “You’re serious?”

“Of course~ Time Dao: Sword of Years—Clouds Parting, Rivers Flowing,” the Celestial Thearch said as she thrust her finger sword at Song Shuhang.