Cultivation Chat Group (Web Novel)

Senior White returned those ten pieces of mutated black metal to Song Shuhang, and advised him not to store them together, but to keep them separated.

"Shuhang, when is your university starting?" Venerable White asked.

"Jiangnan University will open on the 6th. But on the first day, people go there only to exchange information and see each other, and they simply return home afterward. It's weekend on the 7th and the 8th, and there are no lessons as a consequence. The university will officially start on the 9th," Song Shuhang replied.

"In other words, you have nothing to do during the next few days, right? In that case, let's go to explore the ruins of that Immortal tomorrow morning. Fairy Lychee decided to join us on her own initiative, and Northern River's Loose Cultivator also wants to go. He just advanced to the Sixth Stage True Monarch Realm, and he wants to hear that Immortal discuss about its path to immortality," Venerable White said.

Song Shuhang also wanted to make a trip to those ruins as soon as possible. He wanted to know how Fairy Cheng Lin looked like so that he could determine the relationship between Ye Si and Immortal Cheng Lin.

"Alright. Let's set out tomorrow, then," Song Shuhang said with a nod.

"Good. Let's go find Northern River's Loose Cultivator and ask him to prepare a place where we can spend the night." Venerable White held his chin, and then said some meaningful words. "Shuhang, have good dreams."

"Thank you." Song Shuhang didn't understand the hidden meaning in Venerable White's words.

After heading to the resting place that Northern River's Loose Cultivator had prepared for the various fellow daoists, Venerable White and Song Shuhang discovered that their rooms were next to each other.

Just as Venerable White was about to open the door and go in, he said, "Right, I almost forgot about it. Here is a gift for you."

"A gift for me?" Song Shuhang asked out of curiosity. Why had Senior White decided to give him a gift?

Venerable White rolled up his sleeve, and revealed an exquisite bracelet on his wrist. He took off the bracelet, and gave it to Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang took the bracelet, somewhat confused, and wore it.

After wearing the bracelet, he was surprised. "Spatial equipment?"

"Yes, that's a cosmos bracelet called 'Sun and Moon Concealing Beads', and there is a space of a hundred cubic meters within," Venerable White explained. "This magical treasure is the reward for the contribution you made during that trip to the Jade Lake Realm. You can seize this opportunity to store some of those pieces of metal inside your size-reducing purse and some in the Sun and Moon Concealing Beads."

Venerable White had spent several days to forge this space-type magical treasure. When he used the treasure forging furnace a few days ago, it was in order to forge this magical treasure. The main material used to forge it was the fragments he had obtained in the White Cloud Academy when the 'world of the golden lotus' took shape.

"Eh? But didn't I give up on my reward in order to pay off my debt?" Song Shuhang asked out of curiosity.

"I was just joking with you... Shuhang, you don't have any sense of humor, do you?" Venerable White said. "A debt is a debt, and a reward is a reward."

"..." Song Shuhang.

Was it possible that he really had no sense of humor? Venerable White wasn't the only one to think so—that Senior White Two in the Netherworld Realm also thought the same.

"In that case, see you tomorrow. Go to sleep early and have good dreams." Venerable White waved his hand and opened the door, preparing to get into his room.

But just as he was about to get into his room, he got distracted, seemingly due to him thinking about something very interesting. While distracted, Senior White revealed an enchanting smile.

Venerable White had pushed the door of the room open while wearing that enchanting smile. At the same time, his body lost its balance and fell forward toward the ground.

The nearby Song Shuhang opened his eyes wide. That was bad! Senior White had tripped on flat ground once more!

This was Venerable White's unique skill, and he hadn't seen in a long while—long to the point that Song Shuhang had almost forgotten about its existence. He didn't expect that he would get to see it at such a moment.

Song Shuhang put to display his speed of the Third Stage Realm, and subconsciously stretched out his hands, preparing to support Venerable White's body to prevent him from falling. However, the speed at which Venerable White was falling was way higher than Song Shuhang's speed.

Therefore, Song Shuhang could only helplessly watch as Venerable White was slipping away from his hands...

It was over... this place that Northern River's Loose Cultivator had prepared for them to stay at was done for! That wasn't all—even all the fellow daoists of the Nine Provinces Number One Group that were staying over tonight were done for!

As for Song Shuhang, who was the person closest to the impact point, he was super done for.

Just as Song Shuhang was despairing, a tree branch quickly extended from Senior White's waist area, swiftly propping itself against the ground.

It was the monster willow, Qing Wu. At the critical moment, she came out and propped the falling Venerable White up.

At this moment, Venerable White was suspended in midair at a 45-degree angle while supported by some tree branches.

Song Shuhang was so scared that his whole body was covered with sweat.

Luckily, the monster willow Qing Wu had saved the situation. Otherwise, all the seniors of the Nine Provinces Number One Group in this place would have been done for.

After a while, Venerable White finally returned to his senses.

"Eh? How come I'm suspended in the air like this?" Venerable White asked. But after asking this question, he had immediately understood what was going on. "Oh, did I get distracted and stumble?"

"Senior White, this is exactly what happened." Song Shuhang wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Senior White, you should be more careful while walking around."

"Don't worry. Even if I get distracted while walking, I'll be fine," Venerable White said with a smile.

"..." Song Shuhang.

When I told you to be careful, I meant 'be careful not to kill us innocent bystanders'!

"Alright, I understand. I'll be more careful the next time," Venerable White replied in all seriousness. Venerable White had spoken without giving it too much thought.

Once Venerable White got up, the monster willow Qing Wu cautiously retracted her tree branches.

Senior White waved his hand at Song Shuhang, and said, "See you later, good night."

"Good night," Song Shuhang said.

"Have good dreams," Venerable White added.

Song Shuhang nodded.

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During the night, Song Shuhang lay on the bed and kept tossing about, unable to fall asleep. He was very tired today, but for some reason, he was still unable to fall asleep.

"I feel as if something is about to happen," Song Shuhang muttered to himself.

"Don't worry. With me guarding here, I can immediately wake you up even if something happens." Ye Si's voice echoed.

Song Shuhang nodded.

Perhaps because Ye Si comforted him, Song Shuhang quickly fell asleep.

After Song Shuhang fell asleep, Ye Si drilled out of his body, and sat beside him.

Then, she opened his size-reducing purse, and took out several books. There were books about history, science, nature, archaeology, mathematics, poetry, and so on.

These books were the spoils of war she had gotten after strolling through the streets with Fairy Dongfang Six, and she had left them inside Song Shuhang's size-reducing purse for the time being.

Anyway, after Song Shuhang fell asleep, Ye Si made a hand seal, and activated a magical technique, projecting two rays of golden light from her eyes to the books.

In the next moment, she started reading those thick books with great interest. This magical technique that allowed her to project rays of golden light from her eyes was something she had created herself. When she was in the Crystal-Clear Water Pavilion, she would often hide inside a sleeping bag and secretly read books.

While reading, Ye Si also started to get sleepy. Thereupon, she lay next to Song Shuhang while holding the book she was reading and fell asleep.

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Song Shuhang had a dream. Perhaps because Venerable White told him to have good dreams three times, Song Shuhang had a beautiful dream tonight.

There was a great sea that extended as far as the eye could see, and Song Shuhang was stepping on Meteor Sword and flying in the air.

As expected, one would dream at night about what they were thinking during the day!

Earlier, he was indeed hoping to quickly advance to the Fourth Stage Innate Realm so that he could ride a flying sword— alright, although what he was supposed to ride was a flying saber, to the point that he might even have to practice that ❮Blade Dragging Technique❯, nothing could prevent him from riding a flying sword in his fantasies!

Anyway, he looked really cool while riding a flying sword and soaring into the sky. He was riding the wind and cleaving through the waves on the surface of the sea. Sometimes, he would shoot up into the clouds; at other times, he would descend on the surface of the sea, just as though he was surfing the waves with his flying sword. From time to time, he would fly close to the surface of the sea and break through the waves.

"Ahahaha." Song Shuhang laughed happily. "Wielding a sword is like raising a glass of wine and hearing the autumn rain... hmm, what was the second part of the sentence?"

Whatever. If he forgot it, so be it.

Regardless of that, riding a flying sword was really cool!

It was such a wonderful dream, and he was really reluctant to wake up.

Still... why was he riding on Meteor Sword while dreaming of riding a flying sword? This was Venerable White's life-bound flying sword!

Hmm, right... it was a dream! Everything could happen in a dream, and there was no need for explanations.

Just in this fashion, Song Shuhang stepped on Meteor Sword and kept flying and flying, looking very happy. Meteor Sword also followed his wishes, and went up, down, left, and right as he ordered. If he wanted it to fly, it would fly. If he wanted to go upward, it would go upward. If he wanted to go downward, it would go downward.

In the end, Song Shuhang rode the flying sword, and arrived in the airspace of a beautiful little island.

The small island was very beautiful, even more than those paradisiac lands. The surroundings of the small island were covered in dense fog.

Song Shuhang got curious, and thus controlled the flying sword, descending on the small island.

After descending, he discovered that the small island already had an owner. There were several ancient-looking pavilions and towers, as well as modern buildings.

After he got off Meteor Sword, the sword automatically attached to Song Shuhang's back.

"Hello, is anyone here?" Song Shuhang asked.

Song Shuhang's voice had hardly faded that a puff of light smoke appeared not too far from his position.

Then, Venerable Spirit Butterfly's silhouette appeared before Song Shuhang's eyes.

"Hello, little friend Shuhang," Venerable Spirit Butterfly said with a smile.

"Hello, Senior Spirit Butterfly," Song Shuhang replied. "What is this place? Is this your Spirit Butterfly Island?"

Venerable Spirit Butterfly shook his head, and said, "This is a volcanic island, and not my Spirit Butterfly Island. Little friend Shuhang, this way."

Thereupon, Song Shuhang followed Venerable Spirit Butterfly in a daze. Where was Venerable Spirit Butterfly bringing him? To see Soft Feather?

Speaking of which, Soft Feather was recently preparing to transcend her tribulation. Had she succeeded?

While walking, Song Shuhang suddenly felt his body becoming light; his whole person had been shrouded in a light fog.

Then, he flew upward as if he was riding the mist, flying higher and higher.

It was unknown for how long he flew, but as the dense fog before his eyes dispersed, he found himself in a changing room.

Venerable Spirit Butterfly's figure had disappeared.

However, there was another familiar figure before his eyes—that famous director, Mister Jacob.

"Eh? Hello, Mister Jacob," Song Shuhang said.

Jacob slightly nodded, and then clapped his hands. Several make-up artists rushed in. At the same time, Song Shuhang noticed that the make-up artists were carrying female clothing in their hands...