Chapter 1918: Senior Chu, I haven’t cultivated for that long, but don’t lie to me
[It seems that this little fellow daoist and I have some fate.] When he heard the reminder from the black Scarlet Heaven Sword, Song Shuhang immediately had such a thought in his mind.
The Third Stage tribulation lightning and the inner demon tribulation were both great things.
It was just that they were rather troublesome to acquire.
For the tribulation lightning, he needed Senior White to come and seal it for him. Currently, Song Shuhang could only knead the lightning, and he did not have the ability to seal it. He was still in the middle of learning how to seal it from Senior White.
As for the inner demon tribulation, so far, there was no method in the universe—or at least one that he knew of—to forcefully extract an inner demon from another person.
“When is little fellow daoist Ding Gan going to transcend the tribulation?” Song Shuhang asked with a smile.
Profound Sage Tyrannical Song actually cared about the date of his tribulation! Ding Gan felt slightly flattered, and replied, “Reporting to Senior Tyrannical Song, junior is going to transcend his tribulation on November 22.”
Song Shuhang said, “Mm-hm, a good day.”
Ding Gan said happily, “This junior thinks so as well.”
After saying that, he put the gift in both hands and looked at Song Shuhang, hoping that Profound Sage Tyrannical Song would accept their gift.
Song Shuhang smiled slightly. He reached out and tapped on the gift box lightly, sending it into the Inner World.
S-spatial means? Or was it a spatial magical treasure? This was the first time that Ding Gan had seen spatial abilities. He had only heard of such abilities from the words and stories of his senior brothers and sisters in the sect.
“Senior Tyrannical Song, we three juniors will be taking our leave now.” Fairy Naiqi bid goodbye to Song Shuhang.
Song Shuhang said, “Three little friends, please wait a moment.”
Hearing this, the three little cultivators stopped and looked at Senior Tyrannical Song in confusion.
Song Shuhang said, “Just wait a moment, I’ve got to ask my senior about something.”
He decided to bring the three little fellow daoists into the yard and let them wait there for a while.
Afterward, his consciousness sneaked into the Inner World and went to the Living Spring.
There, Young Master Hai’s clone lay weakly by the pool, with a seal on each of his limbs, completely immobilized.
In fact, even if there were no seals on his limbs, Young Master Hai’s clone would not dare to move—the fairy in the spring was simply too terrifying. While staying next to this fairy, he felt that it was difficult for him to even breathe. He sensed that the fairy in the spring was a terrifying existence in a realm similar to Demon Emperor Hezhi.
Pavilion Master Chu’s head bobbed up and down in the spring, and a strand of hair would stretch out from time to time and poke at Young Master Hai’s clone. With every poke, a miserable cry would shoot out from Young Master Hai’s mouth.
Song Shuhang asked, “Senior Chu, is there a way to extract the inner demon from Young Master Hai’s body?”
Pavilion Master Chu shook her head—she had grown her shoulders and collarbone now, and could finally shake her head properly. “At this time, I can only create a projection of his inner demon through a magical technique; it’s like looking at the inner demon through a mirror. However, it’s very difficult to extract an inner demon from someone’s body. This process is like pulling someone’s reflection straight out of a mirror, and it’s very difficult. I’m taking notes from Soft Feather’s inner demon clone technique. However, I have yet to figure out anything substantial.”
“Senior Chu, you got this,” said Song Shuhang—he was thinking that if Senior Chu did have a way to extract inner demons, then he could help Fellow Daoist Ding Gan by extracting his inner demon. This could be considered repayment for the gift they brought when visiting him.
What a pity.
“But, I do have an idea,” Pavilion Master Chu said. “Under the heavenly tribulation, the form of an inner demon would change. When an ordinary inner demon transforms into an inner demon tribulation, there is an instant in which the inner demon takes a physical form. If we were to combine my means with Soft Feather’s inner demon clone technique, perhaps we could extract the inner demon tribulation. However, this needs some experimentation. The next time you transcend a tribulation, we can try it out if an inner demon is born.”
Song Shuhang said, “Oh, there’s actually a little fellow daoist who is about to reach the Third Stage and is currently with me. He has the seed of an inner demon inside him, but his inner demon is lurking deep within him. He probably hasn’t discovered it yet.”
Pavilion Master Chu asked, “Is he about to transcend his tribulation?”
Song Shuhang nodded, and said, “He plans on transcending the tribulation on the 22nd. I was wondering if there was any way to help him get rid of his inner demon.”
Pavilion Master Chu said, “Let me take a look. Give me a hand.”
“Sure, Pavilion Master Chu. If we can, let’s help this little friend. These three little fellow daoists are very polite,” Song Shuhang added.
Everybody liked polite kids.
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Song Shuhang’s consciousness returned to his body.
The space above his head fluctuated, and long black hair drilled out of the Inner World and “grew” directly out of Song Shuhang’s head.
This hair was so long that if it were allowed to fall, it could probably fill an entire room.
However, the long black hair did not fall, and after it was extended, it began to flutter about.
From the perspective of the three little fellow daoists, Senior Tyrannical Song’s hair grew wildly until reaching a length of around seven or eight meters. The long hair then fluttered upward, ignoring gravity.
The state that Profound Sage Tyrannical Song was in was akin to a demon king descending upon the world.
The three little fellow daoists trembled silently. They weren’t frightened by Profound Sage Tyrannical Song’s appearance, but rather the terrifying pressure that emanated from the long hair. The pressure made them breathless, and they could not help but want to immediately curl up on the ground.
This was the pressure brought about by a huge gap in power—and this was with Pavilion Master Chu restraining the aura she was releasing as much as she could. If Pavilion Master Chu directly released her Immortal Light Wheel, these little guys’ eyes would not be able to handle the sight of the laws, and would directly go blind.
Pavilion Master Chu’s sweet voice sounded. “Are these the three little fellows?”
Song Shuhang said with a smile, “Yes, they are. They’re very polite kids.”
Pavilion Master Chu’s long hair sensed the state of the three little fellow daoists, and then she said to Song Shuhang, [Very polite kids? Well, you’re a rude and rough kid who has no courtesy.]
“…” Song Shuhang.
The black Scarlet Heaven Sword laughed. “Hahahaha.”
Pavilion Master Chu’s voice transmission was not blocked from its ears.
[Who is the little fellow daoist who has an inner demon?] Pavilion Master Chu asked again through voice transmission.
“This is little fellow daoist Ding Gan.” Song Shuhang then pointed at Ding Gan.
Ding Gan lowered his head and slowly approached Song Shuhang.
Pavilion Master Chu stretched out one strand of her long hair and gently touched Ding Gan.
“Ah~” A scream sounded from Ding Gan’s body.
“???” Ding Gan.
I didn’t scream, who screamed?
Pavilion Master Chu went straight to the point. “Little fellow daoist, you have an inner demon.”
“An inner demon?” Ding Gan looked confused.
Pavilion Master Chu said, “Shuhang, bring me some water.”
Song Shuhang’s psychic energy moved, and he opened the faucet in the small courtyard. Afterward, a stream of clear water was brought over using psychic energy, falling in front of Pavilion Master Chu’s long hair.
Pavilion Master Chu’s long hair lightly touched the clear water, and the clear water turned into a mirror that reflected Ding Gan.
In the mirror, a bunch of squid-like tentacles appeared.
Pavilion Master Chu said, “Look, this is your inner demon.”
Song Shuhang asked curiously, “What type of inner demon is it?”
Pavilion Master Chu said slowly, “This is love.”
Senior Chu, I haven’t cultivated for that long, but don’t lie to me. How can love be this mess of warping tentacles?