Cultivation Chat Group (Web Novel)

Chapter 2777: Mission Item x1

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“Eh? Did I forget something?” The Great Eastern Emperor, who was forging, suddenly paused.

He turned his head and looked at Tyrannical Song, who was instinctively starting a fire.

Strangely, for sreason, when he looked at Tyrannical Song, he felt a sense of both familiarity and unfamiliarity… It was as if he had seen the most familiar stranger.

Vaguely, there was a sense of sadness.

What exactly happened while I was forging to upgrade the Combined Magical Treasure?

Unlike before, this tSong Shuhang entered the “Heavenly Dao Small Black Room” with his primordial spirit projection, which was equivalent to having a part of his body cut off.

Moreover, it was the part that could instinctively regenerate…

After the turtle shell immortal boat landed, it turned into a stream of light and hid inside Song Shuhang’s primordial spirit projection. When he wanted to leave this small black room, he could summon it with a thought.

“Every Heavenly Dao Small Black Room looks the same. I wonder if I’ve ever entered this small black room before,” Song Shuhang said, turning his head and looking around.

At the stime, he opened the divine third eye on his forehead and scanned the entire Heavenly Dao Small Black Room. He wanted to see if Senior White’s luck could guide him to find the “treasure” that the three-eyed young senior had lost.

The divine third eye swept the area, and soon, several figures fell into Song Shuhang’s line of sight.

At the stime, those figures also sensed Song Shuhang’s gaze and turned their heads simultaneously, looking at Song Shuhang’s position.

A claw, a bald Body-Tempering Tribulation Transcender, a male and a female Profound Sage… and this smoke demon with my scent…

He remembered. It was them.

After arriving in the vicinity of the Heavenly Dao Small Black Room, Song Shuhang finally remembered the few figures in his line of sight.

That claw had quite a history. It was the claw of the Immortal of the ancient Heavenly City, “Zither Master Fengyi.” Back then, she had once chased after Song Shuhang.

As for the bald Body Refinement Realm Tribulation Transcender and the Profound Sages, they were both members of the ancient Heavenly City and subordinates of Zither Master Fengyi.

As for the smoke demon that had the smell of Song Shuhang’s kidney, it was obvious that it was the work of the fat ball. But now, it seemed to have lost its kidney?

I remember that Senior White seemed to have set them up and sent them into the Heavenly Dao Small Black Room, Song Shuhang pondered.

Senior White’s left hand had guided him into the Heavenly Dao Small Black Room, but he hadn’t found the three-eyed senior’s treasure. Could it be that Zither Master Fengyi’s claws were useful to Senior White?

Just as he was deep in thought, the claws, Tribulation Transcender, Profound Sages, and demons in the distance were already flying toward Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang didn’t try to avoid them. He just stood there and silently waited for them to approach.

A few breaths later, several figures, led by Zither Master Fengyi’s claws, arrived not far from Song Shuhang and stopped.

Both sides sized each other up.

“It’s not Tyrannical Song,” the bald Tribulation Transcender said.

“It really isn’t Tyrannical Song. His aura is completely different, and it doesn’t have the effect of ‘everyone in the world knows you.’ Moreover, I noticed that the other party is in the primordial spirit state… Primal souls cannot be disguised,” the smoke demon said.

“Just ask directly,” Zither Master Fengyi’s claws said, slightly clenching and cupping them in front of Song Shuhang. “I’m Zither Master Fengyi of the Heavenly Court. May I ask, Fellow Daoist?”

When Song Shuhang cto the Heavenly Dao Small Black Room, he had already thought of a Daoist nfor himself—Daoist Icepear. He was prepared to disguise himself as Fairy Lychee’s descendant.

But before Song Shuhang could say anything, the projection of Senior White’s left hand gently waved at Fengyi’s claws.

Opposite him, Zither Mistress Fengyi’s claws suddenly seemed to have been summoned. She obediently shrank and jumped all the way to Senior White’s arm. Then, she grabbed Senior White’s left wrist and stopped.

It was like a domesticated falcon… Claws.

Song Shuhang was speechless.

The bald Tribulation Transcender opposite him was speechless.

This inexplicable development left both sides confused.

“Wait, why did I take the initiative to jump over? What did you do to me?” Zither Master Fengyi’s claws cried out.

At the stime, Song Shuhang received a message from Senior White’s left hand.

“You don’t have to be nervous about Fellow Daoist Fengyi’s claws,” the lower half of his handsface under the mask smiled slightly. He deliberately changed his suppressed voice and said, “I’m here to fulfill the agreement with your main body and bring you out of this Heavenly Dao Prison.”

Back then, after Song Shuhang was forced to go into closed-door cultivation by Senior White, he went to see Zither Master Fengyi’s main body and cto an agreement with her.

Zither Master Fengyi’s main body no longer pursued the matter of Song Shuhang and the others disturbing the Scholarly Sage’s resurrection array hidden in the fragment of the Heavenly City. As for Senior White, he would return with Zither Master Fengyi’s claws as promised.

“My main body didn’t forget me?” Zither Master Fengyi’s heart skipped a beat.

“She had forgotten about it, but a fellow Daoist reminded her,” Song Shuhang explained.

“Takeout of the Heavenly Dao Prison World?” Zither Master Fengyi asked doubtfully. “Can you do it?”

“Please believe me,” Song Shuhang’s voice was filled with confidence.

“Then, can I bring my subordinates out with me?” Zither Master Fengyi looked at Song Shuhang and asked.

The bald Tribulation Transcender, a male Profound Sage, and a female Profound Sage were also sent here by the fake Tyrannical Song.

“It’s nothing,” Song Shuhang smiled and looked at the Tribulation Transcender and the two Profound Sages in the distance.

“Then… Are we leaving now?” To be honest, she didn’t want to stay in this damn space any longer.

There was nothing in this space, not even a thin layer of ling power.

If it weren’t for the few companions she had, she could only spend her days in seclusion.

“You’re right,” the smoke demon finally couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Fellow Daoist, can you givea ride?” he asked.

Ever since its kidney was taken away by the Heavenly Dao Molt Ball that suddenly barged in last time, it could no longer survive in the main world for long. But even so, it still had to return to the main world and pass on the information related to Tyrannical Song to the Ruler before its body completely perished.

“Do you have money?” Song Shuhang suddenly asked.

The smoke demon was speechless.

“If you don’t have money, I can’t bring you out of the Heavenly Dao Small Black Room. You have to know that bringing people away is a very energy-consuming thing,” Song Shuhang said. “I brought Fellow Daoist Fengyi and her subordinates away because of the agreement between her main body and me. But there is no such agreement between you and me.”

“I don’t have money now,” the smoke demon said.

“Farewell,” Song Shuhang said.

“But I can give you my body. You just need to bring another part of my core back to the main world,” the smoke demon hurriedly said. “Although my body is made up of the energy of the Netherworld… But it contained a huge secret. I guarantee you won’t be disappointed with that secret.”

The secret of immortality? Song Shuhang thought to himself. The secret of immortality contained in your body was extracted from my bad kidney by the fat ball. What use would I have for it?

But just as Song Shuhang was about to refuse, Senior White’s clone sent a weak message to him from his left arm.

A very simple message… It was the feeling of finding a treasure.

To be more specific, it should be the intuition of someone who had found the “mission tool” and sent it back to Song Shuhang.

Senior White’s left arm guided Song Shuhang into the Heavenly Dao Small Black Room. Not only was he going to fulfill his promise with Zither Master Fengyi, but more importantly, Song Shuhang wanted to win the bet with the three-eyed young man. The body of the smoke demon in front of him was a very important tool for his mission!

“Good. Alright, then,” Song Shuhang nodded. “I’ll take your nucleus and leave, and your body will belong to me!”

Zither Master Fengyi’s claws were speechless.

What’s with this strong sense of a scumbag’s speech?