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Chapter 2013: Don’t praise Shuhang or his ego will skyrocket

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Translator: GodBrandy 

When Song Shuhang’s consciousness left the Inner World, it was already the beginning of a new day.

The sunlight entered the room through a window and fell on the bed.

The tender shoots of the wooden body stretched out and faced the sun.

“It’s dawn.” Song Shuhang reached out to grab his phone and unlocked it.

November 22nd, 7:33 a.m.

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Song Shuhang said, “I didn’t think it was already this late. I need to get up.”

His wooden body climbed out of bed. He then grabbed his head and went to the washroom.

Senior White’s steel villa was basically the same as a modern villa.

After carefully washing his head, he put it back on the wooden body’s neck.

Song Shuhang then followed Senior White’s and Sixteen’s auras and went downstairs.

When he arrived in the living room on the first floor, he saw that Senior White was writing and drawing on a small blackboard, talking about some of his knowledge on cultivation.

In front of him, Lady Onion, Sixteen, and the black-skinned Soft Feather were sitting upright and following the lesson with great attention.

Song Shuhang rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

He opened his eyes… And Lady Onion was still there!

Moreover, she was seriously taking notes!

Song Shuhang quickly looked up at the sun in the sky.

Did the sun rise from the west today?

Or did Lady Onion get possessed by someone?

At this moment, Senior White finished his lecture.

Sixteen turned her head and smiled, “Shuhang, you’re awake. Did you sleep well?”

Song Shuhang nodded and replied, “I did have a great sleep, and I’m full of energy. I feel as if I’ve been reborn. Also, I feel that the aftereffects of the blood sacrifice have disappeared completely.”

Shuhang noticed that his head was no longer exhibiting any signs of “drought,” and he felt that he was in excellent condition. Perhaps tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, even without Senior White’s jade bead, his head would be able to remain perfectly healthy.

Senior White asked, “Are we leaving yet?”

Song Shuhang replied, “Mm-hm, we can go now.”

When he said that, he thought of another problem.

How are we supposed to go to the Beast Realm?

Is there a guide to go there?

“Senior White, do you know how to get to the Beast Realm?” Song Shuhang asked. If they really had no way to get there, Fairy Blue Phoenix could probably pick them up through a teleportation formation.

Senior White nodded and said, “I roughly do.”

Lady Onion put away her notebook and said, “Are we directly heading there with Senior White’s spatial abilities?”

“No, let’s head there with a vehicle,” Senior White smiled and said. “I have the urge to drive today rather than use spatial abilities.”

As he spoke, the entire steel villa began to transform. In the blink of an eye, the villa had turned into a giant flying sword.

On both sides of the giant flying sword were doors and windows.

When the transformation was complete, the virtuous lamia, the black-skinned Soft Feather, Senior Scarlet Heaven Sword, and Fairy Creation swooped in through the windows.

Immediately afterward, the doors and windows of the giant flying sword closed themselves shut.

The black Scarlet Heaven Sword reminded, “Lock the doors so that nobody gets thrown out.”

Song Shuhang: “…”

For some reason, he felt a little nervous now.

At this time, a strand of Pavilion Master Chu’s hair stretched out from the top of Shuhang’s head and asked Senior White, “Fellow Daoist White, which way are you going?”

Senior White thought for a while and said, “I don’t think it really matters. I remember that regardless of which direction we go, there should be a spatial passage that leads to the Beast Realm.”

“If that’s the case, then let’s head to the Jiangnan area first,” Pavilion Master Chu suggested.

Song Shuhang asked, “Senior Chu, do you have something to do in the Jiangnan area?”

“There is a little fellow daoist who is about to transcend his tribulation there. Have you forgotten about it already?” Pavilion Master Chu replied. “Before heading to prepare for his tribulation, he even came to pay his respects to you.”

Song Shuhang patted his forehead lightly. “Oh, right. I remember now. It’s that little fellow daoist named Ding Gan. I remember that there was an inner demon lurking inside him.”

The virtuous lamia smiled and said, “How impolite.”

Fairy Creation added, “Not little fellow daoist, but big brother.”

The black-skinned Soft Feather opened her mouth, but she did not know what to say as there were no lines left to say.

Song Shuhang: “…”

Senior White said, “Okay, then we’ll head to the Jiangnan area first.”

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In the Jiangnan area, a young cultivator was carefully examining his tribulation-transcending formation.

He was a disciple of the Drifting Starlight Sect, and his daoist name was Ding Gan. He was getting ready to transcend his heavenly tribulation of the Third Stage.

“Senior Sisters, Master, there doesn’t seem to be any problems with the tribulation-transcending formation,” Ding Gan said.

One of Ding Gan’s two senior sisters replied, “Great. We’ll be watching over you from out here while you transcend your formation.”

“Check the illusory formation outside again. It’s best to always be sure.” A calm voice sounded in Ding Gan’s ear. It was his master, Ding Qingyun.

The illusory formation was a barrier to shroud the tribulation when cultivators were transcending their tribulation. It was also their last resort.

Ding Gan replied, “Yes, Master.”

He reached out and lightly grabbed a pouch from his pocket.

In this pouch, there was a strand of long hair that came from Profound Sage Tyrannical Song. This strand of hair could help him through the inner demon tribulation that might come his way. It was his harvest from visiting and paying his respects to Senior Tyrannical Song the last time.

To his surprise, Senior Tyrannical Song was a lot more approachable than he thought. In addition, he was not as frightening as when he was delivering a lecture to all the beings of the universe.

“I will definitely succeed.” Ding Gan lightly patted the pouch, full of confidence.

With Senior Tyrannical Song’s protection, I will definitely be able to transcend this tribulation!

After checking the formations, magical treasures, spirit stones, and medicinal herbs one last time, Ding Gan began to draw the Third Stage heavenly tribulation over.

In the sky of the Jiangnan area, tribulation clouds condensed, and loud claps of thunder boomed.

“It’s thundering again!” The people in the Jiangnan area raised their heads to look at the sky.

Recently, the weather in the Jiangnan area had been rather abnormal.

One second, the sky was as clear as it could be, yet in the next second, it suddenly became covered with dark clouds.

The staff of the Meteorological Station in the Jiangnan area really wanted to cry.

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Meanwhile, in a private room of a restaurant in the Jiangnan area.

Song Shuhang’s parents were having a meal with some of their friends.

The couple had been going around having fun in the Jiangnan area lately. Today, they had a get-together with a couple of friends and planned to give Shuhang a surprise visit afterward. After visiting Song Shuhang, they would then leave the city.

In Papa Song’s and Mama Song’s age group, besides chatting about stocks, hobbies, beauty, and health care, their chats tended to revolve around their children.

While they were chatting, the topic of conversation became “Song Shuhang” at some point.

“Old Song, that son of yours seems to be doing really well lately,” an old friend of Papa Song said with a smile. “Not long ago, that kid of yours participated in a very popular movie. I watched that movie several times.”

“Right! He played Senior Brother Gao Sheng in ❮Apocalypse War❯. He really managed to make that character come to life.”

Senior Brother Gao Sheng had to die!

“Oh, him! I also remember that kid from Old Song’s family. His grades were very good, right? I seem to recall that he was even admitted to Jiangnan University.”

Papa Song said modestly, “Shuhang, that kid is very competitive. However, he can’t stand being praised. If he’s praised too much, his ego might just skyrocket. Hahaha…”

“Boom~”

A muffled thunder interrupted Papa Song’s modest display.