Cultivation Chat Group (Web Novel)

As soon as Yu Jiaojiao uploaded to the Nine Provinces Number One Group that video where Song Shuhang was spinning the cocoon, several seniors quickly rushed over to personally watch this rare scene where a human was spinning a cocoon. They just happened to be somewhat bored, and seeing little friend Song Shuhang spin the cocoon would help them kill the time.

Unfortunately, they had already missed the initial part of the cocoon spinning process, which was the most interesting one.

But right at this time, Venerable White asked, “Shuhang, are you done spinning the cocoon? Can you hear me?”

Song Shuhang replied via secret sound transmission, “I have almost finished, and I feel that these silk threads will soon stop coming out of my mouth. The speed at which they are shooting out is also getting slower and slower.”

“Keep going, we are all watching and cheering for you,” Venerable White said. Then, he turned his head toward the colorful butterfly, and asked, “Jiu Gu, can I poke this big cocoon now?”

Jiu Gu pondered for a moment, and said, “There shouldn’t be any problem… I guess? As long as you don’t use too much strength while poking at it, you won’t cause any damage to the cocoon.”

“In that case, I’ll try to poke at it.” Venerable White curiously arrived next to the cocoon, and stretched out his finger, poking it.

“It’s really a cocoon! However, it’s really hard… too hard, perhaps. Under these circumstances, how can one weave silk clothes from this cocoon? From the looks of it, it going to be pretty hard,” Venerable White muttered to himself.

“…” Yu Jiaojiao.

“…” The colorful butterfly Jiu Gu.

“…” Scholar Xian Gong.

Was Senior White planning to tear down little friend Song Shuhang’s big cocoon and manufacture clothes with the silk obtained from it?

According to the rumors, one had to throw the cocoon, with the living silkworm inside, into hot water and thoroughly boil it if they wanted to obtain silk from it. After boiling the cocoon for good, they had to reel the silk from it, and make it go through various processes to obtain the final product.

As such, was Senior White planning to throw little friend Song Shuhang into a container with boiling water and cook him alive?

The various fellow daoists imagined the scene of little friend Song Shuhang getting thrown alongside his cocoon into a large cauldron full of boiling water, with little friend Song Shuhang continuously screaming due to pain.

This scene wasn’t really a beautiful sight to behold.

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Around five minutes later.

Venerable White asked again, “Shuhang, are you still spitting silk?”

“I’m finally done, and I can’t feel my mouth anymore. I’m very thirsty at this time, with my mouth tingling with numbness. It’s a pretty bad feeling.” Song Shuhang’s voice echoed after a while. The only difference was that it was rather hoarse at this moment.

Senior White asked out of curiosity, “Do you feel anything strange happening in your body? Has it started to evolve already?”

Song Shuhang carefully examined his body, and shook his head, saying, “No, there wasn’t any change in my body, and my constitution hasn’t gotten stronger, either. Perhaps I need some more time?”

“I see. In that case, how are things inside the cocoon?” Venerable White asked another question.

Senior White, are you trying to become a living encyclopedia by asking all these questions?

“Inside the cocoon, huh? It’s a little hot and very stuffy. It’s not very well ventilated, and it’s dark… it’s somewhat similar to a small black room. Strange, I feel that the level of oxygen inside is getting lower and lower, and it’s becoming difficult to breathe… why is the oxygen getting consumed so quickly?” Song Shuhang asked in puzzlement.

When the nearby Scholar Xian Gong heard these words, his eyelids continuously twitched. There was definitely something wrong with this batch of demodragon medicine!

Venerable White said, “How about using the Turtle Breathing Technique?”

Song Shuhang replied, “I already used it, and it feels much better now. Luckily, Senior White taught me the Turtle Breathing Technique back then. Otherwise, I might have died of asphyxiation.”

Around five minutes later.

Venerable White felt somewhat bored, and thus asked another question, “Shuhang, do you feel anything changing inside there?”

“Gulp~ there was indeed a change. There is more and more liquid forming inside the cocoon, and it’s on the verge of submerging me,” Song Shuhang replied.

With a strange expression on her face, Yu Jiaojiao asked, “There is liquid inside the cocoon? But we cannot make out any change from the outside!”

“Do you want me to break the cocoon?” Venerable White said.

“No, there is no need to. There was a change in my body… my constitution is quickly strengthening. My whole body is becoming stronger…” Song Shuhang’s cheerful voice echoed from within the cocoon.

From the looks of it, the liquid inside the cocoon was the main component of the demodragon medicine. The medicine had finally started to take effect.

After hearing these words, Scholar Xian Gong heaved a sigh of relief. Although this demodragon medicine had undergone a ‘mutation’, its effects were still there.

As long as it was still effective, everything was fine. After all, all he had to do was to spit some silk and spin a cocoon. It wasn’t such a big deal… and if spitting silk and spinning a cocoon could allow him to strengthen his constitution and offset his mental energy, it was completely worth it!

Then, just like this, another ten minutes passed.

Venerable White rested his chin in one hand, and used the other one to tap on Meteor Sword, asking, “Shuhang, when are you coming out of that cocoon?”

“Gulp, I don’t know, either~ However, the quantity of liquid inside the cocoon is quickly decreasing, and the speed at which my constitution is strengthening is also reducing. I should be able to come out once my constitution stops getting stronger… yeah, that should be it,” Song Shuhang replied.

Then… another ten minutes passed.

Venerable White had changed his posture, and was now resting his chin in the other hand and playing chess with Yu Jiaojiao.

The nearby seniors of the Nine Provinces Number One Group were likewise bored, and were looking at the chess match.

Only Scholar Xian Gong was standing in place and not moving in the slightest while focusing his video camera on the huge cocoon that Song Shuhang had spun, afraid to miss any detail.

But right at this time, Song Shuhang’s voice was transmitted from the cocoon. “Senior White, Jiaojiao, Senior Xian Gong, and the other seniors present, please make way. I’m about to come out.”

“Are you finally coming out?” Venerable White’s eyes immediately lit up as he moved back alongside the others.

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In the next moment, cracking noises were transmitted from the two meters tall cocoon.

The cocoon that Song Shuhang had spun was very hard, just like ceramic. Thereupon, he had to punch it several times and create a hole in it.

Immediately after, Song Shuhang came out of the cocoon while wearing the ‘golden-bell cover’ daoist robe. It was the daoist robe he had gotten from the western monk; Song Shuhang had yet to change its name.

Next, he stretched out his arms while wearing the daoist robe, and took a deep breath with a satisfied expression on his face, saying, “Ah! I can finally breathe fresh air. What a wonderful feeling.”

Venerable White, Yu Jiaojiao, Scholar Xian Gong, and the several other seniors of the Nine Provinces Number One Group that had rushed over to watch the fun looked at Song Shuhang with rapt attention.

“Pfff~” Fairy Dongfang Six couldn’t hold herself back anymore, and laughed.

At this time, the muscular mass of Song Shuhang’s body had expanded by five times, and it felt as though his swelling muscles were on the verge of exploding.

Due to his muscular mass reaching such a ridiculous level, the originally 182 centimeters tall Song Shuhang looked almost a dwarf.

However, more importantly, Song Shuhang’s head didn’t undergo any change, and he still had that youthful face with fine and delicate features… which was now resting on a tremendously muscular body.

Yu Jiaojiao looked at Song Shuhang, and gave the thumbs up, saying, “Musclehang! Your muscles are truly impressive.”

What the hell is ‘Musclehang’?

Song Shuhang lowered his head and glanced at his now terrifying body. He slightly waved his hand and felt a light breeze spread out. Blue veins were bulging on each of the muscles on his arm, looking super scary.

“Why did I become like this?!” Song Shuhang didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

The effects of the demodragon medicine were truly wonderful. After drinking only one-tenth of the vial of demodragon medicine, the strength of his body had increased by more than three times.

According to his estimations, the strength of his current body should have already reached the Third Stage Second Meridian ‘Overcast Moon Meridian’ rank, and it should be nearing the Third Meridian ‘Blazing Sun Meridian’ rank.

But what was the deal with this ridiculous muscular mass? How could he go outside and face people in this state?

But right at this time, Venerable White took a step forward and stretched out his hand, placing it on Song Shuhang’s body. “Don’t move, I’ll check up your body.”

Song Shuhang quickly calmed down, and allowed Venerable White to check his physical condition.

After a short moment, Venerable White gently smiled, and said, “There isn’t anything wrong with your body. It’s like this: your body absorbed a large amount of medicinal power all at once. In short, the demodragon medicine sharply increased the strength of your constitution within a very short amount of time, which caused your muscular mass to inflate. It’s the same principle that causes people to become fat if they eat too much. If you wholeheartedly practice body tempering cultivation techniques, you should return to your previous self in two or three days. Aside from that, your body doesn’t have any other problem. Your condition is pretty good.”

After hearing Senior White’s words, Song Shuhang heaved a sigh of relief. Had the change to his muscular mass been permanent, he would have had no idea how to explain things to his parents after returning home.

Would he have to tell them that he had joined some scary body-building club, and that he turned into his current appearance after training there for a bit? Mama Song and Papa Song would surely go crazy.

The nearby Scholar Xian Gong also heaved a sigh of relief.

Immediately thereafter, Senior Xian Gong cupped his hands and bade farewell to the various fellow daoists. “Little friend Shuhang, Fellow Daoist White, and you guys too, I’ll take my leave now and go to drink the demodragon medicine.”

All those present knew that Scholar Xian Gong had been waiting for this day for a long, long time. Therefore, they said goodbye to him one after another, and wished him good luck, wishing him to successfully spin a cocoon—and a beautiful one at that.

All the sincere well-wishes caused Scholar Xian Gong’s face to become red. Luckily, his face was already red, and no one noticed the change.

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Song Shuhang jumped down from his bed, and glanced at the big cocoon. How was he supposed to deal with this thing?

Just as he was in deep thoughts, the nearby Venerable White pulled his daoist robe.

Song Shuhang turned his head around and glanced at Venerable White in puzzlement.

“Shuhang, you have a lot of demodragon medicine, right?” Venerable White asked.

Scholar Xian Gong and Song Shuhang had divided the demodragon medicine half-and-half. Thereupon, Song Shuhang had with him twenty vials of demodragon medicine.

“Senior White, do you want some?” Song Shuhang asked in return. After saying this much, he took a new vial of demodragon medicine out of his pocket, and handed it over to Venerable White.

In the end, it was Venerable White that had killed the demodragon and given it to him. Such being the case, how could Song Shuhang refuse if Senior White wanted some demodragon medicine?

“Is one vial enough?” Song Shuhang asked.

“Yes, it’s enough.” Venerable White nodded his head, and said, “I want to know how it feels to spin a cocoon. It looked very amusing earlier.”

He really wanted to know how one felt while spinning a cocoon.

In addition, he found it very amusing that one’s muscular mass would greatly enlarge after taking the medicine.

After taking the vial of demodragon medicine in his hands, Venerable White raised his head and drank the whole content, not leaving a single drop behind.

After a short while, Venerable White lightly opened his mouth, and a long, sparkling thread of silk shot out.

“It’s coming out,” Venerable White said, excited.

He stepped in the air and headed toward one of the angles formed by the intersection of the walls and the ceiling of Song Shuhang’s room, starting to spin his cocoon there.

When Song Shuhang was spinning the cocoon, his movements were clumsy and funny.

But when Senior White spun the cocoon, he had a cool posture, and his movements were flawless. He looked like an immortal dancing.

Was this the difference between a comedian and a superstar?