Chapter 1687 I“m truly worthy of being a man with a will as firm as steel

“Life is precious, you shouldn’t think of death so lightly. Trust me… After all, I have died so many times, and I have more experience in this than you.” Song Shuhang patted Scarlet Pupil lightly. “Practice diligently these coming days, I’ll come to see you again after some time.”

Heavens, he really couldn’t play the role of a ‘life counselor’. No matter what, he himself was still quite young. This kind of counseling for the mental health of teenagers should be left to professionals.

In addition… the inspiration and insights from his main body and steel manifestation should be able to acc.u.mulate enough tonight. At that time, he’d be able to light up another two to three small golden cores.

For now, he would focus on his seclusion for about three days. During this time, he couldn’t let his primordial soul leave his body anymore.

“Yes, Mister.” Scarlet Pupil nodded vigorously. “I will definitely practice hard in these coming days. When Mister comes to visit me again, I will definitely have mastered the ‘basic fist technique’.”

“Mm-hm, when you’ve thoroughly mastered the ‘basic fist technique’ and the chants that come with it, a lot of your qi and blood energy will be consumed. At that time, you will need to consume a tonic to replenish it… When I come back in a few days, I will bring you a bit of body tempering liquid and qi and blood pills to a.s.sist you in your cultivation.” After Song Shuhang said this, his figure slowly disappeared. He’d left with Senior Scarlet Heaven Sword.

Scarlet Pupil looked at the place where Song Shuhang had disappeared, staying still for a long time.

After a while, he reached out and touched his chest. As he recalled Song Shuhang’s many deaths, his heartbeat couldn’t help but accelerate.

Scarlet Pupil stayed in thought for a considerable length of time, and then said, “I might be sick.”

Afterward, this single-celled boy stopped thinking about this c.u.mbersome problem.

One should not think about problems they couldn’t figure out.

His consciousness entered the ‘Learning G.o.d System’, and he indulged himself in learning.

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Song Shuhang’s primordial soul and Senior Scarlet Heaven Sword’s sword spirit returned to the Scarlet Dragon Cave.

Scarlet Heaven Sword’s sword spirit returned to its sword body.

As for Song Shuhang’s primordial soul, it floated to the side of Senior White’s clone. Seeing that Senior White’s clone was sleeping soundly, he couldn’t resist the urge to raise his hand again. He wanted to test something out. Could his primordial soul directly use the ‘Saber-Nurturing Technique’?

His primordial soul could even perform the ‘secret appraisal technique’, so the same should be true for the ‘Saber-Nurturing Technique’, right?

He really had no other thoughts, and he wasn’t even thinking of asking Senior White’s clone for any help today. He was purely curious, and wanted to experiment.

Just as Song Shuhang brought his palm closer, Senior White’s Clone’s eyes opened, staring at Song Shuhang sharply. “Do you want to experience falling from a height of 10,000 meters with your spiritual energy completely sealed? Or do you want to have a taste of what it feels like to be boiled in an extremely spicy hot pot?”

Song Shuhang shook his head hurriedly. He had a fear of high speeds and a fear of heights… Besides that, he also belonged to the group of people who weren’t fond of eating spicy food.

Senior White’s clone sighed, and asked, “Go ahead, what’s the problem this time?”

Song Shuhang thought for a long time, but couldn’t think of a reason, so he replied honestly, “Actually… I was simply curious. I wanted to test out and see if my primordial soul can cast magical techniques. Hahaha.”

”…” Senior White’s clone.

In such a short few months, why had Song Shuhang changed from a pure little university student to what he was now? Just what had happened in the past few months?

Senior White’s clone felt that Song Shuhang’s sickness might need to be treated.

In the next moment, Song Shuhang suddenly felt that his primordial soul lost control—he felt as if he was stuffed into a was.h.i.+ng machine, spinning like crazy.

When this rotation finally stopped, he found that he was sandwiched in between a pair of giant palms. His primordial soul, which was originally in the form of a human, had been crumpled into a ball.

“Eh? My primordial soul can also take such a form?” Song Shuhang asked in surprise.

He wasn’t surprised that his primordial soul had been kneaded into a ball, but he did get surprised at how his soul could actually get kneaded into a ball.

While he was in thought, Song Shuhang felt like he had been thrown into a bell-like magical treasure.

“This is the silent bell, a rather interesting daoist magical treasure,” Senior White’s clone said. “When it shakes violently, it doesn’t make a single sound. This is due to all the sounds converging inside the bell. It is a mind-tempering magical treasure that can allow a fellow daoist with a chaotic inner mind to have their frame of mind tempered, and also allow them to reach a realm where they are impervious to desires and pa.s.sions. As a result, they will be able to enter a state of ‘seclusion’ faster. This is exactly what you need right now.”

Senior White’s clone then gave the bell an order. “Shake as strong as you can. Don’t stop until I tell you to stop!”

The silent bell loyally executed its master’s command and shook wildly.

When the bell shook, no sound could be heard outside.

But Song Shuhang, who was crumpled into a ball and stuffed inside the bell, could hear piercing and endless ringing in his ears.

This sound was very magical, and it automatically tuned to things that Song Shuhang couldn’t stand.

For example, the ringing of his phone forcefully waking him up back when he had been studying for his entrance exams…

Or the sound of his electronic alarm beeping loudly every morning to wake him up back when he was in elementary school…

Or the crackling and rumbling of lightning from the heavenly tribulation, giving Song Shuhang a fright.

These sounds were both refres.h.i.+ng and demonic.

Moreover, this ringing directly affected his consciousness, and could not be blocked.

Had it not been for Song Shuhang having been crumpled into a ball, he would have knelt against the wall of the bell.

In the depths of these refres.h.i.+ng and demonic sounds, there were four voices reciting the Daoist Canon.

There was the voice of a young girl, the voice of a young man, the voice of a calm adult man, and the loud voice of an old man…

The four voices slowly recited daoist scripture, calming Song Shuhang’s mood.

Song Shuhang hurried to cooperate with them and returned to his senses, taking advantage of this opportunity to enter the correct state right away.

Once in the right state of mind, although the harsh sounds continued to reverberate in his head, their impact on Song Shuhang continued to get smaller and smaller.

I’m truly a man with a will as firm as steel.

Song Shuhang’s primordial soul gradually recovered from its spherical shape, and soon sat cross-legged as it entered a state of concentration.

After a while.

The ringing of the bell stopped.

Song Shuhang inwardly asked, Eh? Senior White has given up so soon?

Then, as soon as he raised his head, he discovered that the light in the ‘Scarlet Dragon Cave’ had gotten dim.

I remember that when I got back earlier today, it was still daytime. Why is it so dark already?

Senior Scarlet Heaven Sword’s voice sounded. “Half a day has pa.s.sed; it’s already late at night now. Has your frame of mind recovered?”

“!” Song Shuhang.

It’d been that long? In the bell, he felt as if only a moment had pa.s.sed.

Is this the feeling that the saying ‘a day in the cave, a thousand years outside’ refers to?

Song Shuhang’s primordial soul scratched its head, and returned to his clone’s body.

In the next moment, he felt the ‘finis.h.i.+ng touch’ inspiration from his main body and steel manifestation burst wildly.

His consciousness entered the ‘small golden core s.p.a.ce’.

The first small golden core’s ‘The Forever Impregnable Holy City’, as well as his sixth small golden core, the mechanical core reactor, were flas.h.i.+ng brightly, waiting to receive their respective finis.h.i.+ng touches.