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2408 The Confused Ball

Song Shuhang’s primordial spirit quickly whipped out his mobile phone and scanned his contact list. He greeted with a smile, “Senior Drunken Moone, welcome back!”

“Little friend Shuhang, you too have remembered my Daoist name incorrectly. I am Scholar Drunken Star,” Scholar Drunken Star sighed.

Song Shuhang expressed confusion and double-checked his phone. He focused on the word ‘Drunken’ in his contact list. He remained just as confused.

Looking up at the scholar, Song Shuhang offered a kind smile. “Please, feel free to speak, Senior.

“Your current cultivation technique will lead you nowhere, Senior. Have you considered pursuing other techniques?” Song Shuhang advised.

As he spoke, the scholar stepped out of Song Shuhang’s Inner World, but in the next moment, he disappeared into thin air.

Stunned, Song Shuhang quickly scanned the area with his divine sense but found nothing.

“Scholar? Senior Scholar Drunken Moone?” Song Shuhang called out.

However, there was no response from Senior Drunken Moone.

“Pavilion Master Chu, can you see Senior Drunken Moone?” Song Shuhang asked.

“Yes, you can see him if you concentrate. If you don’t pay attention, though, you’ll miss him. He’s about five meters to your left,” Pavilion Master Chu replied lazily.

Song Shuhang looked and finally saw the blurry figure of Senior Drunken Moone. Evidently, the Senior’s strength had significantly improved.

“Congratulations on your remarkable progress, Senior,” Song Shuhang said, albeit reluctantly.

“Little friend Shuhang, don’t worry about me. As my strength increases, my day of divine revelation draws nearer. When I reveal my divinity to others, it will be my most glorious moment. This is the Spirit River Su Clan, right? I’ll go find Fellow Daoist Seven. We’ll meet again later, little friend Shuhang.”

With those words, the scholar’s figure gradually blurred and disappeared.

“If the scholars’ lineage were to become assassins, they’d be unmatched,” Song Shuhang mused.

He then turned his attention to the ghost fairy spirit within the Inner World. The Inner World was indeed exceptional.

When the scholar was inside, Song Shuhang could clearly sense his presence, but once he left, Song Shuhang found himself overlooking him. The Inner World seemed to offer a degree of immunity to the scholar’s cultivation technique.

Song Shuhang looked at the ghost fairy spirit, and she returned his gaze. A moment later, she smiled, brought her palms together, and used her innate ability for spatial transposition.

The stone tablet on Song Shuhang was replaced by the ghost fairy, who then hung from his belt.

“Why me again?” The stone tablet wondered aloud. “Can’t she choose a different target?”

The ghost fairy merged into Song Shuhang’s body, and they became one. Her unique constitution began to influence his state, making his existence more obscure.

“Books… What was the name again?” Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet tried to call out Song Shuhang’s name but found he couldn’t remember it.

Song Shuhang clenched his fists, familiar with the sensation. As a man frequently in and out of the Heavenly Dao’s small black room, he knew the feeling of being forgotten by the world all too well.

“In this state, even the heavenly tribulation will be affected during transcendence resulting in a weakening of its impact.”

This was the message the ghost fairy spirit imparted to Song Shuhang upon merging.

She had successfully cultivated a special divine body belonging to the scholars’ lineage. This body could weaken the Eighth Stage heavenly tribulations and even interfere with those of the Ninth Stage, a critical secret to the scholars’ tribulation transcendence.

“Thank you, ghost spirit fairy,” Song Shuhang softly said. With a thought, he deactivated the special divine body fusion.

Thirty meters away, Scholar Drunken Star, who had intended to find Su Clan’s Seven, witnessed this scene. He felt a sudden sense of regret. Perhaps he shouldn’t have pursued this technique from the beginning. Instead, he should find a ghost spirit and cultivate a technique like little friend Tyrannical Song and achieve a special divine body through fusion.

Curled up inside Song Shuhang’s body, the ghost spirit fairy began sharing information about her experiences in the secret realm with the scholar.

Shortly after entering the realm with the scholar and the bearded elder, another powerful entity forced its way in. This entity clashed with the realm’s attributes and threatened to collapse the entire mystic realm.

The elder, after leaving behind cultivation methods and details about the realm, confronted the uninvited powerful entity and activated the realm’s time attribute. A day outside equated to a year within the realm.

Under the influence of temporal power, the ghost spirit fairy stayed in the realm for years while focusing on cultivation. Today, she finally condensed a special divine body of the scholar’s lineage.

“A powerful entity?” Song Shuhang’s heart skipped a beat. “A clone of the fat ball?”

He pondered if the fat ball’s avatar, using divination to track his location, had mistaken the ghost fairy for him and charged into the realm with the intention of killing him.

After forming a contract, a ghost spirit and cultivator become one. Song Shuhang’s ghost spirit was unique, but using divination, it was still likely to be mistaken for Song Shuhang!

“Did your elder and that powerful entity emerge?” Song Shuhang inquired.

The ghost fairy was uncertain. After cultivating the special divine body, she was transferred out by the realm’s power and didn’t know the outcome of the battle between the scholar’s elder and the powerful entity.

“It seems it really was the fat ball’s smurf account,” Song Shuhang mused, concerned about the elder’s ability to withstand the fat ball’s assault.

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Elsewhere, in the scholar’s secret realm, a ball was engulfed in confusion.

“Who am I? Why am I here? What is this place?” The ball pondered these existential questions.