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Song Shuhang said, “Hehe, Senior White, look at this dragon pattern carefully, and you will see that it will change.”

Senior White stared at the dragon pattern. Then, after a while, the corners of his mouth convulsed unceasingly.

Song Shuhang asked, “How is it, Senior White? Isn’t it exciting?”

Senior White, with his heart stifled, said, “The thing that you were keeping a secret from me was this?”

Song Shuhang was stunned… Senior White’s tone did not sound right. Could it be that he was like Sixteen, and what he saw through the ninth dragon pattern wasn’t himself?

Song Shuhang asked, “Senior White, let me ask you a question first. Did you see yourself in the ninth dragon pattern?”

Senior White replied, “Yes.”

So, there isn’t anything wrong with the ninth dragon pattern…

What exactly did go wrong?

“Senior White, did you not feel any excitement?” Song Shuhang asked tentatively.

Senior White sighed, and said, “I’ll say no more. Here, I will share what I’m seeing with you. When I do, you should be able to understand why I don’t feel any excitement.”

Senior White no longer spoke, and simply established a ‘mental link’ with Shuhang.

Song Shuhang tried to relax his mind. Afterward, Senior White used a secret technique to link Song Shuhang’s mental energy with his.

Then, a picture appeared in Song Shuhang’s mind.

It was what seemed to be a child’s drawing of a stickman.

The stickman’s head had the word ‘White’.

Then, on the stickman’s face was written stuff like, [the world’s most handsome; the world’s most attractive; the one that everyone loves] etcetera. It was a string of narcissistic phrases.

Looking at these phrases, one would feel themself well up with shame.

Senior White said, “How is it? Do you think I should feel excited?”

Song Shuhang: “…”

Senior White continued to ask, “So, are you feeling any excitement?”

This is so exciting that my little heart might just burst if I’m not careful. Song Shuhang almost burst into tears.

Why was Senior White’s [self] portrayed like this?

Wait! Senior White has exactly the same appearance as Senior White Two.

Then, when Senior White sees [oneself], wouldn’t the image that he sees be the same one that Senior White Two sees?

At that time, Senior White Two had praised the ninth dragon pattern narcissistically… Was he actually praising this stickman?

F*ck, Senior White Two set me up!

“If I had not known that your ninth dragon pattern was special, I would have already sent you flying into space with disposable meteor sword 008 edition. Now, tell me, what’s the special ability of your ninth dragon pattern?” Senior White’s was very tired, and he wanted to take a break.

“The special ability of the ninth dragon pattern is to reflect [oneself]. It’s similar to a mirror and can reflect one’s true self. Soft Feather saw herself. Sixteen, for some reasons, saw her transformed appearance. Senior White, you’re too special, so a picture came out when it was your turn…” Song Shuhang didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Senior White heard this, pinched his chin, and thought.

After a moment, he asked, “What about you? What did you see?”

Song Shuhang added, “I can see myself. But if I will it, I can see the virtuous lamia and my ghost spirit Ye Si, as well as her mother.”

Senior White: “…”

The things that you can see are so diverse.

“I might be able to guess the reason why this happened.” Senior White thought for a moment, and then said, “It might be because I am a clone.”

The clone was ultimately not the same as the main body; it might be because of this that the main body could not be reflected, and only a drawing appeared.

Song Shuhang’s eyes lit up when he heard this. “Perhaps that really is the case! Then, should we go and look for your main body and try again?”

Senior White’s clone said, “The problem is that we can’t leave this place for the time being.”

“Huh?” Song Shuhang was taken aback, and said, “Senior White, weren’t you able to send Meteor Sword out? You have even given me forging materials.”

Senior White’s clone calmly said, “Meteor Sword can indeed go out, but we can’t. This is because it is a magic weapon, but we are not… Hmm, to be precise, you, Su Clan’s Sixteen, and Soft Feather can’t go out. Since I’m a clone, I can leave this place if my main body released the magical technique.”

Song Shuhang said, “Senior White, don’t abandon us!”

If Senior White cancelled the clone and brought it out of this place, then it would be unknown when they would be able to leave the Wielder’s small black room if they had to rely on his, Soft Feather’s, and Su Clan’s realm.

Perhaps it would take them 1,000—maybe 10,000—years before they could escape.

Senior White smiled lightly, and said, “Relax, I’m currently researching a new ‘disposable flying sword’. Just give me some time for this research, and all of us might be able to get out with it.”

Sure enough, Senior White was reliable.

Senior White’s clone said, “Calculating the time, it should already be October 1st or 2nd in the outside world, right? Immortal Fairy Biexue’s immortal banquet starts on the 7th. We have to hurry up.”

Song Shuhang said, “Then, should we leave the golden core space?”

Senior White replied, “Let’s go. Your ninth core pattern was indeed a bit interesting.”

After saying that, Song Shuhang guided Senior White’s mental energy out of the inner sight state.

Right before they left the inner sight state, Song Shuhang had a thought.

It seems that the ninth core pattern can always reflect one’s ‘true self’. If there was no problem with the reflection that Senior White saw, that might just be his ‘true self’.

Could it be that Senior White’s clone was drawn up?

Perhaps Senior White’s real body also has some relationship with the picture just now…

A lot of thoughts flashed through Song Shuhang’s mind.

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When Song Shuhang’s consciousness left the golden core space, he saw Soft Feather and Su Clan’s Sixteen squatting beside Senior White with nervous expressions.

Senior White looked puzzled, and said, “What are the two of you doing?”

Soft Feather blinked, and said, “Hahaha, it’s nothing. I just felt that Senior White was really handsome, so I couldn’t resist staring at you for a while.”

Senior White patted his face. “That’s weird, I have completely reduced my charm. It shouldn’t be able to affect others.”

Song Shuhang: “…”

Senior White said, “Speaking of which, the date of the immortal feast is getting closer and closer. There are only five or six days before it begins. We have to quickly research a new version of the ‘disposable flying sword’.”

Song Shuhang asked, “What’s the progress on that?”

Senior White said, “I have carefully analyzed the ‘giant turtle of disaster’ and their ‘Space-Time Traversal’ ability. From that, I have successfully constructed a similar structure on Meteor Sword, allowing it to successfully traverse out of the small black room. I had previously used the connection between your main body and your clone to send the materials to your clone.”

Soft Feather raised her hand, and said, “However, Meteor Sword can only send out some materials at the moment, and it is unable to transfer living creatures out of the small black room.”

Senior White nodded, and said, “If I want to bring living creatures out of here, I will need a few more materials.”

Song Shuhang asked, “What materials? Can they be found within the small black room?”

Senior White shook his head. “I have already rummaged through the entire small black room, and I couldn’t find the materials I need or anything that might be able to substitute them. I wanted to lure another giant turtle of disaster over to see if I could get some materials from them. However, the giant turtles of disaster are clever, and you can no longer use your hair to lure them over.”

“Has Senior White successfully caught a giant turtle?” Song Shuhang asked. From Senior White’s explanation, he should have been able to successfully lure one giant turtle over and research it.

Senior White regretfully said, “Mm-hm, I was indeed able to lure one over. Unfortunately, as I was halfway through my research, it managed to escape. It’s too difficult to trap them when they have a talent like that ‘Space-Time Traversal’. If I had been able to research it for a little while longer, I might have already been able to figure out a way out of here.”

“Then, aren’t we in dire straits? The materials we need aren’t in the small black room, and we need materials to get out of here… It’s an endless loop,” said Song Shuhang.

But right when he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly shone. “Right, Meteor Sword!”

Meteor Sword could be smuggled out of the small black room. As such, it could return to Senior White’s main body, acquire the needed materials, and then get back to the small black room!

Senior White said, “Mm-hm, I have already launched Meteor Sword out of here, but my main body is still closing up… As such, only the fellow daoists of the ‘Nine Provinces Number One Group’ will be able to see Meteor Sword and the message attached to it. With some help, we’ll be able to get the materials we need.”

Song Shuhang said, “In other words, it all depends on luck?”

With Senior White’s luck, there will definitely be a senior from the Nine Provinces Number One Group that will find Meteor Sword, right?

Senior White said, “Therefore, we can only wait. Once it’s sent back, I should be able to make a better version of the disposable flying sword rather quickly.”

Song Shuhang nodded before moving his gaze towards Sixteen again.

Should I have Senior White give Sixteen a checkup? As he thought of this, he suddenly remembered his secret appraisal technique.

Perhaps he could look for an opportunity to use the secret appraisal technique on Sixteen… It would be much simpler and more direct.

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There was no day or night in the Wielder’s small black room.

It was October 1st when the Song Shuhang had appeared in the divinity show. Now, based on the time on the phone, 24 hours had passed since his tribulation had ended.

If the passage of time in the Wielder’s small black room was the same as in the outside world, then it should be the 2nd of October today.

Senior White was meditating while thinking of ways to improve the structure of the flying sword.

Song Shuhang, Su Clan’s Sixteen, and Soft Feather practiced at a distance of about a kilometer away from Senior White to avoid disturbing him.

“Senior Song, your turtle shell is simply a cheat!” Soft Feather controlled her sword and flew into the sky. Then, with a swing of her long legs, the sword light turned into a rain of swords.

Song Shuhang calmly propped up the ‘Tyrant King Expert’s Shield’ to block all of the attacks.

Soft Feather called out, “Sixteen, an opportunity!”

Su Clan’s Sixteen’s figure instantly appeared behind Song Shuhang, and a saber light slashed down.

Song Shuhang shouted, “Scholarly Indestructible Body of the Buddha, Holy Ape Dragon Power Technique, mutated Steel Hand Technique!”

The saber light trying to cut his body collapsed into innumerable small strands of saber light.

While the three of them were practicing, a hole was suddenly torn open in the small black room.

Right after, a figure wrapped in cloth was thrown inside.

“I can’t afford to offend it, but I can’t hide from it, either,” the figure murmured.