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“Little friend Song Shuhang is really impervious to reason while drunk.” Thrice Reckless Mad Saber secretly wiped the sweat off his forehead. It was a stroke of luck that little friend Song Shuhang fell to the ground after getting drunk. Otherwise, he would have likely looked for a bonfire to ‘cremate’ him.

He just wanted to tease little friend Song a little, but got almost cremated in the process.

Just as Thrice Reckless Mad Saber was in deep thoughts, True Monarch Fallout arrived next to him and squatted down, propping him up. “Fellow Daoist Thrice Reckless, how are you?”

Thrice Reckless Mad Saber sighed with emotion, and said, “I almost died.”

“It is a relief that you didn’t die. Otherwise, I wouldn’t know whom to give this list.” True Monarch Fallout laughed, and took out a long bill, handing it over to Thrice Reckless Mad Saber.

“What is this thing?” Thrice Reckless Mad Saber asked.

True Monarch Fallout replied, “This is a list with all your medical expenses that Brother Medicine Master prepared.”

Thrice Reckless Mad Saber was stunned. “What?”

After torturing him for all this time, Medicine Master had even dared to send him the bill with the medical expenses… was that bastard out of his mind? Did he really think that Thrice Reckless wouldn’t go mad and give him a good taste of his ‘mad saber’?

True Monarch Fallout said, “Brother Thrice Reckless, it’s better if you save your judgment until after you are done reading the whole bill.”

Thrice Reckless Mad Saber blinked his eyes in confusion. In the next moment, he unfolded the bill and looked at it. A large number of valuable medicinal materials was listed on the bill, and each of them had the capacity of thoroughly remolding one’s body.

There were nearly 200 medicinal materials listed in total. Each of them was very expensive, and it would be quite difficult for Thrice Reckless Mad Saber to pay everything with the wealth at his disposal.

But according to what was written at the end of the bill, someone had already paid the bill for him, and the name of this person was… Xuan Nu Sect’s Skylark.

As soon as he saw the name ‘Xuan Nu Sect’s Skylark’, Thrice Reckless Mad Saber started to feel unwell.

He remembered very well this beautiful and powerful senior that was as dazzling as the bright moon in the night sky. After all, she tormented him for a whole one year and four months.

This beautiful and powerful senior that went by the name of ‘Xuan Nu Sect’s Skylark’ was someone at the peak of the Seventh Stage Venerable Realm, and was very close to advancing to the Eighth Stage Profound Sage and showing her divinity in front of the masses. This powerful senior was an existence that came from the same era as another powerful senior of the Nine Provinces Number One Group, Venerable Seventh Cultivator of True Virtue.

During the hand-guided tractor competition, Dharma King Creation told Thrice Reckless Mad Saber that ‘Xuan Nu Sect’s Skylark’ was looking for him, and would come to his place as a guest.

Back then, Thrice Reckless Mad Saber’s legs became all soft after hearing the news.

But little did he expect that Senior Skylark would give him a ‘big gift’ before even appearing in person!

True Monarch Fallout explained, “Senior Skylark said that Fellow Daoist Thrice Reckless’ innate ability to go ‘berserk’ from time to time might leave potential hidden dangers in your body. Therefore, quite some time ago, she entrusted Medicine Master to refine a certain pill on her behalf. The formula of this pill came from ancient times, and it was incredibly difficult to refine it. Even Medicine Master finished refining it just recently. After taking the pill, one would shed their skin around 170 times, completely remolding their body during the process. She said that this pill should be enough to thoroughly remove that potential hidden danger that might stay behind in your body otherwise, and allow you to smoothly advance to the Sixth Stage True Monarch Realm.”

After finishing the explanation, True Monarch Fallout sighed with emotion, and added, “Fellow Daoist Thrice Reckless, I really envy you! You are really lucky that Senior Skylark took a fancy to you and is willing to go to such lengths just for you! Ah, right… she said that she would look for you in a few days to hang out together.”

Thrice Reckless Mad Saber took a deep breath and glanced at little friend Song Shuhang. Should he wake up little friend Shuhang and tell him to cremate him for real?

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The dead drunk Song Shuhang quickly sank into a dreamland.

Afterward, he had a frightening dream.

He was standing on the surface of a big lake in the dream.

Song Shuhang blinked his eyes in confusion. Since he was drunk, his reaction time was slower than usual.

But a huge vortex suddenly appeared beneath his feet in the next moment.

At the same time, a burst of strange laughter echoed in Song Shuhang’s ears.

It felt as though countless voices belonging to men, women, children, older people, as well as some undefined ones, had fused together.

Ahahaha! You are mine! You belong to me!

Your blood, your flesh, your bones, your hair, everything you have… is mine!

As the voice echoed, the vortex took the shape of a big puppet hand that headed toward Song Shuhang.

In a distant place, vortexes appeared on the surface of the lake one after another, and puppets made of water emerged from each vortex.

It was that cursed nightmare of the ancient Jet-Black Sect.

Song Shuhang clenched his teeth, and shouted, “It’s happening again?!” At the same time, he felt as though someone was pounding his head with a small hammer. The cause of this piercing pain he was feeling at this moment was his excessive mental energy.

Under normal circumstances, the piercing pain would forcefully wake Song Shuhang up from the dreamland.

But this strange dreamland was different, and Song Shuhang didn’t wake up.

“Senior White!” Song Shuhang called out. He wanted to see if he could get Venerable White’s help once again.

Unfortunately, Venerable White didn’t appear this time.

Song Shuhang rubbed his temples to alleviate the pain.

Then, he jumped upward and displayed the ❮Celestial Sprint❯ footwork.

Celestial bodies moved in a circle day and night without rest, over and over again. A virtuous man should follow suit, energetically and incessantly striving for self-improvement!

The strength of Song Shuhang’s body exploded. He stepped on the large hand beneath his feet before the latter could catch him, and used it as a springboard to quickly get away with the ❮Celestial Sprint❯ footwork.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t a cultivator of the Fourth Stage Realm yet. Otherwise, he could have simply ridden his flying sword or flying saber, easily dodging the attacks of these puppet hands trying to catch him.

But right at this time, the whole surface of the lake surged, and myriad hands of various sizes belonging to those puppets of water rushed toward Song Shuhang.

There were hands as far as the eye could see; the scene was enough to make one’s scalp tingle with numbness.

How could one hide under these circumstances?

There wasn’t a single place left for him to land. Unless he could fly, there was no way he could escape from the hands of these puppets.

Song Shuhang subconsciously stretched out his hand and tried to grab his treasured saber Broken Tyrant. But unfortunately for him, he didn’t have the size-reducing purse on his body in the dreamland.

Song Shuhang shouted, “F*ck. Isn’t this the same as fighting against the Game Master? Both the setting and the equipment at my disposal are chosen by the opposite party! How can I even fight back under these conditions?”

Just as Song Shuhang was in deep thoughts, his body started to fall downward.

Below, the hands of the myriad puppets happily stretched upward, ready to grab Song Shuhang as he was crashing.

Fall down, fall down!

Merge with us and become one with us!

Everything you have… is ours!

That weird voice with countless other voices mixed within echoed again.

“Tsk!” Song Shuhang adjusted the angle of his body, and slightly raised his hand.

The innate liquid true qi of the ❮Thirty-Three Divine Beasts’ Technique❯ quickly revolved. The cry of a whale, which also resembled the cry of a dragon, was issued from his body.

Then, just as he was about to land on the surface of the lake, he punched.

❮Demon Subduing Buddhist Fist Technique One❯—Jingang Fall!

‘Jingang Fall’ was the name of some cool stance that Song Shuhang was visualizing in his mind.

All the light of virtue covering his body automatically mobilized along with his fist, forming the projection of a buddhist warrior around his body. The projection of the buddhist warrior wrapped Song Shuhang’s body, with the light of virtue being as dazzling as a small sun.

Song Shuhang clenched his teeth, and shouted, “Since this seems to be a cursed nightmare… take this fist!”

Song Shuhang’s fist exploded downward!

The first style of the ❮Demon Subduing Buddhist Fist Technique❯, coupled with Song Shuhang’s light of virtue, was enough to destroy a small building. This fist technique was very useful for demolition and relocation.

But more importantly, the fist technique had the capacity to eradicate evil, eliminate demons, and root out curses.

As such, it was very suitable to deal with this cursed nightmare.

The buddhist warrior made of golden light coordinated with Song Shuhang, and punched as well.

“Boom~”

The fist didn’t even need to reach the target; its power alone was enough to do the job. The cry of a whale and a dragon echoed, and the hands of the puppets beneath Song Shuhang melted like snowflakes under the sun.

But it wasn’t only the puppet hands beneath Song Shuhang’s feet that got affected. All the puppet hands on the surface of the lake were affected by the power of the fist.

“Buzz, buzz, buzz~”

Black smoke continuously came out of the puppet hands, and even the strange voice reverberating in Song Shuhang’s ears stopped.

Two breaths later, the surface of the lake returned normal.

Song Shuhang fell on the surface of the lake, and felt as though he had landed on flat land.

He calmly stood in place.

“Is it over?” Song Shuhang muttered to himself.

No other puppets appeared, but the surface of the lake that formed the dreamland was still there and didn’t disappear.

The previous time, it was ‘Venerable White’ that got rid of the dreamland, allowing him to get out. However, Venerable White didn’t appear this time. As such, how was he supposed to leave this place?

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Just as Song Shuhang was in deep thoughts, a familiar jet-black flying sword broke through space itself and arrived in front of him.

Then, just like the last time, endless darkness was released from the jet-black flying sword. The extremely pure darkness instantly swallowed down the dreamland.

The surface of the lake was wiped out, and Song Shuhang appeared once again inside that black space. The only thing there was the jet-black flying sword hovering in front of him.

“Senior White!” Song Shuhang called out.

Along with his call, the jet-black flying sword changed its appearance, and turned into Venerable White.

Song Shuhang wasn’t sure if this ‘Venerable White’ was the real one or just an impostor. But for the time being, he decided to treat him as if he was the real Venerable White.

“How come you are here again? How much time has passed since the last time?” Venerable White furrowed his brows. After all, this little friend Song was still a cultivator of the Third Stage, and it was quite normal to sleep only once in two or three days for a cultivator of the Third Stage. Why did he fall asleep after just a few hours and had this dream?

Was it possible that he was the type that would take several naps in a day?

“Ahaha…” Song Shuhang made a hollow laugh, and said, “I drank too much alcohol earlier and got drunk. Then, I fell asleep after getting dizzy, finally entering this cursed nightmare.”

Just as he was speaking, he slightly lowered his eyes. This ‘Venerable White’ didn’t know that he got drunk earlier? In other words, this ‘Venerable White’ was very likely an impostor…

Should he try to confirm it and see whether or not the person before him was the real Senior White?

Thereupon, Song Shuhang sat straight, and said with a serious expression on his face, “Senior White!”

“What’s the matter?” ‘Venerable White’ asked in puzzlement.

Song Shuhang adjusted his posture, and said in a soft voice, “Little White, when your hair reaches your waist—”

Song Shuhang had yet to finish his line when Venerable White’s expression suddenly changed.

In the next moment, Song Shuhang discovered that he was unable to speak, just as though someone had used a muting technique on him.

“Hehe…” The ‘Venerable White’ before him ‘gently’ smiled. A gentle breeze blew over, and Venerable White’s long black hair fluttered in the wind…