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2393 The Dominant Youngster, Song Shuhang

Song Shuhang found himself utterly bewildered.

Even though he was currently in his primordial spirit form that was not as robust as his original physical body, being sent flying by a gentle bump from Su Clan’s Sixteen seemed rather unusual.

“Oops, sorry, Shuhang. I can’t quite control the power of the dragon horn right now,” Su Clan’s Sixteen lamented while reaching out to rub the small dragon horn on her head. When she saw Song Shuhang bending over in that flirtatious manner, she had intended to playfully nudge his chest with her head. She had not expected to send him flying.

“Does it hurt?” Su Clan’s Sixteen asked with genuine concern.

“It doesn’t hurt at all. As long as the damage doesn’t reach the level where I’d scream in pain instantly, it’s not painful,” Song Shuhang reassured her while confidently patting his chest.

Had Su Clan’s Sixteen experienced some fortuitous encounters recently? The impact force of her dragon horn had increased so dramatically.

After regaining his footing, Song Shuhang sat down next to Su Clan’s Sixteen and faced her while maintaining eye contact. “Sixteen, aren’t you planning to come out of the spatial tunnel?”

At this moment, Su Clan’s Sixteen was still partially inside the spatial gate, with her lower half still inside.

“Yes, I can’t come out for now. Once I leave, I won’t be able to return. My trial isn’t over yet, so I can’t give up halfway,” Su Clan’s Sixteen replied.

Having explained her situation, she reached out and retrieved a silver mask. She handed it to Song Shuhang with a warm smile. “This is a gift for you.”

“A gift? Why did you suddenly decide to give me a mask?” Song Shuhang inquired, puzzled by the gesture.

Meanwhile, he discreetly recorded this scene with his mental energy and was planning to share the gift from the adorable Fairy Sixteen on his cultivation chat circle of friends, finally having something worth showing off.

Well, Tyrannical Song was still a young man, and like his peers, he enjoyed checking his social media. Unfortunately, he hadn’t had much to showcase on his social platforms.

“Yes, this mask is a treasure that conceals one’s heavenly secrets and prevents divination from locking onto you. Plus, it’s directly worn on the Essence Soul, so there’s no need to worry about losing it… I think you should make use of it now,” Su Clan’s Sixteen explained while describing the effects of the magical treasure mask.

“Concealing heavenly secrets?” Song Shuhang raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the concept.

Humans often experienced a sense of déjà vu with certain things.

“Let me think,” Song Shuhang said while rubbing his chin.

His recent experiences had been quite extensive and diverse. Furthermore, when he was in the man-made small world, Unknown White 1-33 had fed him an entire world’s data package. Right now, Song Shuhang felt a slight delay in his brain’s reaction when retrieving memories.

After a moment, an image resurfaced in his mind.

“It’s Senior Copper Trigram’s primordial spirit!” Song Shuhang exclaimed, his eyes lighting up as he remembered.

Back in the Black Dragon World, a group of Nine Provinces Number One Group members had been swept into a heavenly tribulation, and each of them had been bestowed the title of ‘Ancient Sage.’ Even Immortal Master Copper Trigram was a part of the ‘Ancient Sage Group.’

Song Shuhang recalled that Senior Copper Trigram’s primordial spirit had worn a mask to conceal his true appearance.

“Senior Copper Trigram? Then, we can confirm it with him during the Su Clan’s annual meeting,” Su Clan’s Sixteen suggested.

Song Shuhang nodded, wearing a smile. “Yes, Senior Copper Trigram should be attending the annual gathering, right?”

The last time Senior Copper Trigram had emerged was during the holidays. Song Shuhang wondered if he was still in the main world this time or if he had been captured and taken back to the mysterious island.

“Seven said he would invite all group members to the annual gathering, so Senior Copper Trigram shouldn’t be absent. Well, it’s about time for me to return to the mystic realm,” Su Clan’s Sixteen said while leaning forward slightly. She extended her hand to adjust the mask on Song Shuhang’s face. “We’ll meet again at the annual meeting,” she added.

“Wait a moment, Sixteen,” Song Shuhang said while reaching for an eye drop and presenting it to Su Clan’s Sixteen. “These are eye drops. When applied to your life-bound magical treasure, it can give rise to a weak spiritual intelligence. You should be able to make use of it.”

He had initially intended to present the eye drops to Sixteen during the annual gathering. However, her unexpected visit through space prompted him to offer it to her now.

Su Clan’s Sixteen accepted the eye droplets with a smile, clearly pleased with the gift.

“You must attend the annual gathering. I have something important to discuss with you,” Su Clan’s Sixteen said after stowing away the eye drops. She knew that Song Shuhang was constantly busy.

“Don’t worry, I definitely won’t miss it,” Song Shuhang assured her.

As his cultivation level increased, he had an array of tricks up his sleeve. Even if unforeseen circumstances arose, he could divide himself in half if necessary—sending the upper half of his body to participate in the Spirit River Su Clan’s annual gathering while using the light of virtue to handle any unexpected events.