Chapter 1885 - One last time!
Chapter 1885 One last time!
It seemed that Yu Jiaojiao had not knocked on the white box, and managed to return safely.
Yu Jiaojiao continued, “Senior, I’ll send the complete version of the (Divine Weapon Appraisal) to Shuhang’s phone now.”
Elder Sister White Dragon replied gently, “Okay.”
After thinking for a while, Yu Jiaojiao then asked, “Senior, is this complete version of the (Divine Weapon Appraisal) suitable for my cultivation?”
“I don’t know,” Elder Sister White Dragon said slowly. “In fact, I have never seen the complete version of the cultivation technique.”
“…” Yu Jiaojiao.
“You can try cultivating it and see what happens. Just don’t expect too much… The things that Slow-Witted Song left behind are usually quite mysterious, especially when it comes to techniques like these that are named extravagantly. In the end, you’ll have to test it for yourself and see how the technique performs.” After some thought, Elder Sister White Dragon added, “You can go look for the side hall of the 10th hall. If you’re lucky, you might be able to find some good things. Hm, let me give you a hint. There is a private treasure trove in the side hall, which is an ultra-small isolated space.” “Thank you, Senior!” Yu Jiaojiao jumped up happily—this was the opportunity she was looking for.
Elder Sister White Dragon smiled, and said, “Alright, you should go.”
“By the way, Senior.” Before hanging up, Yu Jiaojiao thought of one more thing. “When I dug up the ground, I only saw the golden box. The white box was nowhere to be seen…”
She had been thinking about whether or not she should try knocking on the white box after she finished knocking on the golden box. However, when she got there, only the golden box was present.
Elder Sister White Dragon blurted out, “Huh?”
Yu Jiaojiao speculated, “I was thinking… Could someone have destroyed the sixth hall to take away the white box?”.
After thinking for a while, Elder Sister White Dragon revealed her sharp dragon fangs. “I see. I have a rough idea of who might have done it.”
Knowing about the white box, and doing something like taking it away… It seemed like there was only one person who would do such a thing
SO
Tomorrow, she would set out to dig up that Song guy’s ancestral grave.
Yu Jiaojiao hung up, and sent the complete version of the (Divine Weapon Appraisal) to Song Shuhang’s account.
Meanwhile, Soft Feather was imparting the method to create an ‘inner demon clone’ to the little Song Shuhang inside the illusion.
During this time, the little Song Shuhang had already been hung by the demonic god pillar six times. There were also a total of 10 demonic pillars the size of a sword that were spinning around his body. One of them had been from when he first saw Soft Feather, and the other nine were from after he fought against the demonic heads.
Senior White’s clone, Sage Monarch Spirit Butterfly, Sage Monarch Seventh Cultivator of True Virtue, and Venerable Yellow Mountain also listened to Soft Feather’s explanation of the (Inner Demon Clone) and her experience in condensing clones.
Venerable Yellow Mountain said, “Mm-hm, Soft Feather’s inner demon clone technique is indeed very suitable given little friend Shuhang’s current state.”
Song Shuhang’s current state was very suitable for the production of inner demons. Perhaps he would have already finished mastering the inner demon clone technique by the time the illusion ended.
Sage Monarch Seventh Cultivator of True Virtue said, “If it had been a different person, inner demons might have already been born.” Only Song Shuhang could remain so steadfast and stay true to his heart despite being hung by demonic god pillars again and again. “Senior Song, do you understand?” asked Soft Feather as she crouched beside the illusory reality while resting her chin in her hands.
“Aaaaah, Aaah-” Song Shuhang let out a scream as another demonic god pillar was added to his side.
The new Song Shuhang gritted his teeth, and immediately activated the (Variant Steel Hands Technique). He stretched out his hands and waved them, activating the Lightning Palm with each of them.
Song Shuhang exclaimed, “I’ve almost comprehended it. I’m also quite close to getting an inner demon too.”
Soft Feather blinked. “Senior Song, you got this!”
She felt that if Senior Song died a few more times, an inner demon would soon appear.
Song Shuhang said, “By the way, what exactly is the state I am in?”
At the same time, he clenched his fists. The power of the Lightning Palm extended and wrapped around them.
Song Shuhang’s fists, now carrying the special power of the Lightning Palm, rushed forward, tearing apart the demonic heads in front of him.
After getting hung by the demonic god pillars 11 times in a row, he found that he was gradually getting used to it, and he was growing numb to dying. Now, he was honing his combat methods while fighting against the demonic heads.
One after the other, he began to display some of the combat methods that he had thought up. Even if he only had the Lightning Palm and an ordinary Lightning Drawing Technique, it did not matter. As long as his use of the Lightning Palm was good enough, he could further strengthen its effect.
Song Shuhang thought of the heavenly tribulation’s Lightning Palm.
The Ninth Stage tribulation clouds had transformed into a giant palm. Then, the tribulation lightning became a Lightning Palm that possessed the power to destroy worlds.
In fact, the Lightning Palm could become much larger, and it was not limited to the size of one’s palms.
If he wanted to, Shuhang could also increase the size of his Lightning Palm from the size of a pineapple bun to the size of a basketball.
Song Shuhang unexpectedly found joy amidst suffering
The morning sun rose, illuminating the area with its bright, scorching rays. Then it set in the west, and the bright moon took its place.
Resplendent stars sparkled in the night sky.
After the long night ended, the dawn of a new day arrived.
“Is it still not over?” Song Shuhang was mentally exhausted.
He could not even remember how many times he had been hung and killed by the demonic god pillars.
Song Shuhang exclaimed, “Is there anyone still there?”
Senior White’s clone said, “Mm-hm, everyone is still here.”
After a day’s rest, some members of the Nine Provinces Number One Group recovered from their drunken state and from the singing of Dharma King Creation.
The fellow daoists who recovered rushed to the beach to watch the live broadcast of Song Shuhang being hung repeatedly by demonic god pillars.
Song Shuhang asked weakly, “Senior White, how many times has it been now?”
He couldn’t even let out a scream.
However, the benefits that he had gained from this were not trivial. The high-intensity battle had allowed him to accumulate a wealth of combat experience.
Song Shuhang felt that his current self could beat two or three of his yesterday’s self in the same item-less state.
Senior White’s clone said, “98 times.”
At this time, Song Shuhang’s direct surroundings were already densely packed with demonic god pillars.
Soft Feather rubbed his eyes. “Senior Song, I have a hunch. After you reach 100, there should be something new since 100 is a nice, round number.”
Song Shuhang said, “I hope so.” While saying that, he was hung on a post again. “That was the 99th time,” Song Shuhang said. “So, one last time!”
This time, he was not going to resist anymore. He would simply lie down and let himself get hung one more time to see if there would be anything new after the 100th time.
While thinking this, he heard a rumbling sound coming from beside him.
It was similar to the sound of a building collapsing
The 99 demonic god pillars, which were revolving around him, inserted themselves into the ground one by one as if they were forming the foundation for something.
“Only 99?” Soft Feather felt really uncomfortable. Could they not end it at 100?