Chapter 1471 Senior White’s blessing!
Song ‘Super Awesome’ Shuhang woke up. When he looked around, he discovered that he was in a rather cool place.
It was a pure white world, with a huge table-sized gold coin spinning above his head. The gold coin kept hovering in the air, spinning neither fast nor slow.
The way it was spinning was steady, and it gave the onlookers a sense of peace and security.
It almost felt as if he was in a sci-fi movie.
“What is this place?” Song Shuhang scratched his head in confusion.
He remembered that he was resting in Senior Yellow Mountain’s immortal cave, so how did he end up here?
Is it possible that Senior Yellow Mountain moved me to this room while I was asleep?
“Maybe this is just a dream?” Song Shuhang wondered.
After three seconds…
“F*ck!” He suddenly got up, snapping out of his drowsy state.
He raised his head and stared at the gold coin in the air.
There was no doubt about it. That thing was a resurrection gold coin!
He had bought 12 such coins from Fairy Almighty Seller. After using one and resurrecting, a practitioner could use another coin only after 10 days.
Their price was pretty good, and the buyer would even get a discount if they purchased several at once. Among resurrection magical treasures, they were a must-have.
Still, why did the coin activate on its own?
“Did I die again?” Song Shuhang couldn’t believe his own words.
Although people bought resurrection magical treasures to escape death, the way he had died was a little too strange!
How did this happen? How did I die?
And, why did I die?
Death wasn’t scary, but not knowing how one had died sure was!
Did I peacefully pass away in my sleep? In the air, the table-sized gold coin started spinning faster and faster.
After a while, it began spinning so fast that the coin’s shape was hardly discernible.
It was a sign that the activation process of the magical treasure had reached its final stage.
Song Shuhang recalled what Fairy Almighty Seller had told him.
These coins were slightly different from other resurrection magical treasures as their result was heavily influenced by one’s luck. If the result was heads, one would resurrect after 10 months.
If the result was tails, they would resurrect after 10 years.
Then, if one’s luck was heaven-defying and the coin landed on its edge, the user would resurrect after 10 minutes.
Only cultivators at the Sixth Stage or below could use them, and after each use, they would have to wait 10 days to use another one.
It should be about time to toss the coin, right?
“Senior White, give me your blessing!” Song Shuhang vigorously waved his hand.
The gold coin shot high up in the air, and eventually came crashing down while still spinning “You’d better land on your edge!” Song Shuhang shouted. He firmly believed in Senior White.
The table-sized gold coin fell to the ground, spinning and bouncing around.
When it stabilized, it didn’t appear as it would stand on its edge.
It was common knowledge that grabbing the Buddha’s feet only in the hour of need was useless. If he wanted the benefits of Senior White’s luck, he should at least set his picture as his phone’s screensaver and worship him every day.
Song Shuhang felt stifled. “If it’s not going to land on its edge, I hope that the result is heads. I can wait 10 months, but 10 years is definitely too much.”
If he disappeared for a whole 10 years, his life would become a mess.
Actually, disappearing for 10 months was also pretty troublesome. He had no idea how he would explain it to his parents.
The gold coin stopped, and the result was… tails.
It meant that the resurrection process would take 10 years.
Song Shuhang’s face became as pale as the pure white world he was in.
The resurrection process started.
“10 years? No way! I still have 11 gold coins. I’ll just toss another one!” Song Shuhang gritted his teeth.
Unfortunately for him, there was only one opportunity to toss the coin. He couldn’t toss them again and again. The light of the resurrection gold coin covered his body, making him enter a state of resurrection.
At the same time, he recalled his last memories before his death.
As he was too tired, he fell asleep as soon as he reached the room.
Then, while he was asleep, a lot of messy information appeared in his mind.
There was the harvest from the Immortal Feast, the harvest from the Profound Sage discussion-from which he directly benefited after lending Profound Sage Melon Eater his body—the knowledge from the 88,888 voices in his head, and the knowledge he had gained from getting in contact with the Virtuous Network World.
There was also the information he got from Ye Si, who was still accepting Cheng Lin’s inheritance. Due to them being in a master-ghost spirit relationship, Ye Si would transmit back some information from time to time.
His colorful monster core also transmitted back some information. The reason was the innate skill that allowed him to enter a state of pseudo-eternity. That innate skill contained a huge amount of information. Other than that, his Inner World, enlightenment stone, life-bound magical treasure, Sage Seal, and Demon Seal also transmitted back some information.
Song Shuhang felt as if his brain had become paste. Everything was a mess. While asleep, he tried to absorb this information and reorganize it as only after doing so he could rest properly. And so, Shuhang started to process all the information.
He suddenly saw the light.
Under the pressure of all this information, he had entered a state of enlightenment.
After entering this state of enlightenment, he started to orderly arrange the information.
At the same time, he started to revise his (Thirty-Three Divine Beasts’ Technique).
It was because he discovered that the old version of the technique was no longer suited to him.
The older version of the cultivation technique was based on the assumption that the Fifth Stage cultivator had one core.
However, Song Shuhang was now someone with three cores.
Moreover, it was possible that he might gain other cores in the future. After all, aside from the original dantian, there were also the Dragon Tail, Dragon Claw, Dragon Body, Dragon Palm, Dragon Neck, Dragon Head, and Dragon Horn Dantians.
If his remaining five dantians also became the house of a golden or monster core, the older version of the (Thirty-Three Divine Beasts’ Technique) would not allow him to display his full strength.
In short, he was like a computer with up-to-date hardware but old software.
Anyway, the effects of this state he was in were wondrous.
After borrowing all the information in his mind, Song Shuhang managed to revise the (Thirty-Three Divine Beasts’ Technique).
The multi-core version of the (Thirty-Three Divine Beasts’ Technique) was created with the assumption that a cultivator could have up to eight cores.
After revising the cultivation technique, he decided to try it out.
Even if he was asleep, Song Shuhang could freely test this upgraded cultivation technique.
The effects of the upgraded version were incredible.
After operating the technique once, he felt that the power of his three cores was fully displayed.
After he was done… Song Shuhang faintly heard the sound of an explosion.
The timeline of the events was finally clear, and next was the scene where his resurrection gold coin was activated.
“…” Song Shuhang.
Did he die just like that?
At this time, in Senior Yellow Mountain’s immortal cave.
After Senior White left the room, powerful members of the group like Senior Seventh Cultivator of True Virtue, Northern River’s Loose Cultivator, and True Monarch Ancient Lake Temple followed after him, heading in Seven and Yellow Mountain’s direction.
Su Clan’s Sixteen felt restless for some reason. She also got up and took out her life-bound saber, using it to fly after the seniors.
While running, everyone saw Senior Yellow Mountain’s and Seven’s figure, which were now covered in blood, ahead.
Yellow Mountain and Seven were both frowning
Senior White squatted down and stretched out his finger to touch the blood, starting to examine it.
Song Shuhang’s spatial bracelet, size-reducing purse, tattered wallet, and bloody clothes all lay on the ground.
However, Song Shuhang himself was nowhere to be seen.
“What happened here?” Northern River’s Loose Cultivator opened his eyes wide.
This was Senior Yellow Mountain’s immortal cave. Who had the galls to do something like this here?
“Shuhang exploded,” Su Clan’s Seven said in a low voice.
“…” Northern River’s Loose Cultivator.
“What happened?” Sixteen asked as she hurried over there.
Sage Monarch Seventh Cultivator of True Virtue said, “Seven said that Shuhang exploded.”
“Shuhang isn’t an inflatable doll. How can he just ‘explode?” True Monarch Tyrant Flood Dragon asked in puzzlement.
“I was carrying Shuhang on my back and looking for a room where I could place him to let him rest. But just as we reached the entrance to the room, Song Shuhang suddenly exploded, covering Senior Yellow Mountain and me with blood.” Su Clan’s Seven was still dumbfounded.
“Where is little friend Shuhang now?” Northern River’s Loose Cultivator asked.
Even if he did explode, some of his remains should have stayed behind.
But aside from the blood on the ground, there was nothing at the scene.
As such, where had Shuhang gone? “I can still feel Shuhang’s life aura,” Senior White said as he examined the blood on the ground. “He should have a resurrection magical treasure on his person. At this time, he must be going through the resurrection
“Shuhang is resurrecting again? Strange, why did I say ‘again’?” Senior Yellow Mountain was puzzled.
“How long will Senior Song need to resurrect?” asked Soft Feather.
“It depends on the magical treasure.” Senior White stood up. “While he resurrects, I’ll ask my monster tree to assume his appearance and replace him for the time being.”
Song Shuhang’s resurrection process entered its final stage, and his consciousness began to fade.
Now is not the time to worry about how I died, because I’m about to enter a resurrection process that will last for 10 years! Song Shuhang was getting anxious.
10 years were way too much. He had to find a way to accelerate the process.
That’s right. The Time City! Song Shuhang had a sudden idea.