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Chapter 2023 The masks of Silver Trigram

Powerful cultivators were all like this. Even if they were just taking a nap, the spiritual energy in their bodies would automatically protect them.

The power of the rebound was pretty big, and Song Shuhang rolled in the air several times as he was sent flying backward. The impact was so strong that even his head and body got separated.

The black-skinned Soft Feather exclaimed, “We’re going to crash into the mountain!”

Song Shuhang’s head screamed loudly, “Wake up, Senior White!”

“It’s too late!” Senior Turtle’s head and limbs shrank back into its shell. It took Lady Onion inside the shell with it as it shouted loudly, “Everyone, prepare for the impact!”

“Ah, my head!” Song Shuhang shouted as he subconsciously controlled his hair, turning them into fists.

But as soon as he did that, he realized that his hair was short now. The 20 fists he created were so tiny that they looked like toys.

They probably could not even hammer another person’s chest, and they were merely a decoration.

Sixteen trotted over to Song Shuhang, then bent over to pick up his head.

“Boom~”

The giant flying sword crashed into the mountain ahead of them with a deafening boom, inserting itself into the mountain.

Because the giant flying sword had been flying very fast, the impact was very strong.

Song Shuhang’s head was sent flying again, and Sixteen did not manage to catch it in time.

His head was hurled toward an iron wall. Yet, just as his face was about to smash against the wall, a black lotus flower bloomed, sandwiching itself between the iron wall and his face, acting as a buffer.

“Bang!”

However, Song Shuhang’s face smashed through the black lotus, crashing into the iron wall.

“Aahhh~” Song Shuhang screamed in agony. If he had not used his psychic energy and black lotus to reduce his speed, his face would have definitely become swollen from the impact.

Song Shuhang thought to himself, Fortunately, I still had some tricks I could

use…

While he was in thought, a huge turtle shell headed his way.

Song Shuhang’s eyes widened in horror. Senior Turtle!

“Bang!”

Senior Turtle’s shell smashed onto Song Shuhang’s head.

The hopelessness from the incoming impact caused Song Shuhang to close his eyes in despair.

Senior Turtle said, “Huh? The impact was not as bad as I thought.”

“Of course,” Song Shuhang said calmly. “That’s because there was a guy surnamed Song who acted as a buffer for you.”

Senior Turtle stuck out its head. It looked at Song Shuhang, who was crammed in between its shell and the wall, and said with a wry smile, “You must have suffered.”

“I’ll take this one for the team.” Song Shuhang sighed. “Senior Turtle, can you get off of me now? Your turtle shell is hurting my face. Even after using the <Scholarly

Indestructible Body of the Buddha), the (Steel Hands Technique), and the 【 Holy Ape Dragon Power Technique) to strengthen my face, this is still uncomfortable.”

“Hahaha.” Senior Turtle stretched out its limbs and jumped away dexterously.

Song Shuhang’s head flew up and returned to his wooden body. “A lot of my branches are broken.”

“I’ll trim them for you.” Sixteen stepped forward and took out a knife, beginning to trim Song Shuhang’s broken branches.

As per old customs, she kept the branches as they might come in handy in the future.

“Senior White, Senior White!” The black-skinned Soft Feather was still calling Senior White’s name.

Senior White raised his head in a daze, and there was some drool at the corners of his

mouth.

The black-skinned Soft Feather turned her head immediately.

Senior White, who had just woken up, had yet to restrain his charm. Coupled with the confused appearance he had after just waking up, the charm he was letting out was especially terrifying-it was better not to look at him directly during times like this. “Oh, we’re here.” Senior White stretched himself and stood up.

Then, he turned his head and looked at Song

Shuhang and the others.

“Hm, Shuhang, the turtle shell tattoo on your face is quite nice.” Senior White nodded and said in praise after a slight pause.

Song Shuhang looked up at the sky. “Thank you for the compliment, Senior White.”

It was indeed a unique turtle shell tattoo.

“Let’s go, get off the flying sword. We’ve reached the Beast Realm,” said Senior White. He then opened the hatch of the giant flying sword, stepped into the air, and walked toward the tip of the magical treasure.

Song Shuhang seemed to remember something and quickly said, “Let’s go. We need to keep up with Senior White.”

The black-skinned Soft Feather returned to Song Shuhang’s shadow. Then, the group followed Senior White to the position where the flying sword was inserted into the mountain.

As Song Shuhang had expected, Senior White was crouching before a small hole at this moment. His sleeves were pulled up, and he

was digging.

“Sure enough, Senior White’s luck is doing its work,” Song Shuhang explained. “Whenever this innate ability of Senior White is activated, people around him may be subjected to some misery, but as long as they survive the disaster, they’ll be rewarded for

it.”

“Was it really that bad? I don’t think so,” said Senior Turtle.

“Well, it was miserable for me.” Song Shuhang sighed.

Overall, though, the level of danger was quite modest this time around.

Consequently, the quality of the treasure should not be that high.

“Here it is.” Senior White reached out and

took out a small box.

There were two sealing strips on the small box.

On one of the strips was written: “Golden or silver trigrams, in the time it takes to say a word, I’ve already predicted a billion things!” On the other strip was written: “Divination after divination, I’ve become the Great Immortal Master of myriad divinatory

trigrams!”

Song Shuhang said, “These lines sound awfully familiar…’

He felt like he had encountered these lines somewhere before.

“Mm-mh.” Senior White nodded as well. He reached out and stroked the seals lightly. The

two seals fell off, revealing a pile of face masks inside the box.

“Face masks!” Senior Turtle’s eyes lit up. It was very fond of this kind of treasure. Senior White said slowly, “Masks.”

He reached out and grabbed a note from the small box.

On it was written a sentence in a scribble-like font.

Song Shuhang could not understand what was written on the note.

Senior White read aloud. “There are many forms of life. One face is one life; one life is one joy. Here are 20 different faces given to those who are fated to find this box-Celestial Silver Trigram.”

Sixteen looked at the mask-like objects. “Celestial Silver Trigram?”

Song Shuhang asked, “Could he be Senior Copper Trigram’s master? Someone in the line of the metal trigrams?”

The disciple of Immortal Master Copper

Trigram was named “Immortal Fortune Teller Iron Trigram”, so this Celestial Silver Trigram should be Copper Trigram’s master, and above him should be Golden Trigram… What’s above Golden Trigram, though? Song

Shuhang wondered.

“This should be a mask for disguise.” Senior White turned his head and thought for a moment. He then distributed the masks to

Song Shuhang, Sixteen, the black-skinned Soft Feather, Lady Onion, and Senior Turtle. Senior White said, “I’ll keep the rest for now. If you need them, just ask. If you have no

more use for them after returning to the main

world, give them to Fellow Daoist Copper Trigram.

Song Shuhang held the disguise mask. “Can we change our appearance by putting them

on?”

“That should be the case.” Senior White nodded and said, “It might be useful when we enter Garre Holy Mountain here in the Beast

Realm.”

Song Shuhang and the others stored away the

disguise masks.

Since Senior White said that they might be useful, then they would definitely be of some use when the time came.