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Chapter 911: There is something very wrong with flying like this!

Translator: G.o.dBrandy Editor: Kurisu

The next day, the sun rose again.

Early in the morning, due to Song Shuhang’s room facing east, the sunlight pa.s.sed through the window of the room, and shone on his face. Song Shuhang wanted to sleep a little more, but the sunlight was truly dazzling, and forced him to wake up. When he went to sleep yesterday, he forgot to pull the blinds down!

After waking up, Song Shuhang used his hand to block the sunlight, and muttered to himself, “I’m so tired…”

Now then, what was the deal with that strange dream he had yesterday? He got tossed about so much that he was exhausted both physically and emotionally.

Right, what about Senior Sister Ye Si? While he was dreaming yesterday, he called Ye Si several times, hoping to borrow her strength to wake up from the nightmare. However, Ye Si didn’t answer his calls.

Song Shuhang got up… and discovered that Ye Si was lying right beside him, sleeping very soundly.

Next to Ye Si were several thick books. It was unknown when she had fallen asleep.

“…” Song Shuhang.

Probably due to Song Shuhang moving around, Ye Si also opened her eyes. Still in a daze, she said, “Oh, it’s already morning. Shuhang, good morning.”

“Good morning,” Song Shuhang replied.

“Knock, knock, knock~” The sound of someone knocking on the door echoed.

Afterward, Venerable White’s voice echoed. “Shuhang, did you get up already?”

“I just woke up. I’ll immediately open the door,” Song Shuhang replied.

“If you are awake, you can head to the second floor to have breakfast. We are waiting for you there,” Venerable White said.

“Alright, I’m coming,” Song Shuhang said.

There was a vegetarian dish for breakfast—100% vegetables and 0% meat. The reason was that Great Master Profound Principle was the one that had prepared breakfast this time around.

Great Master Profound Principle’s main occupation was that of a senior monk, but he was also a part-time immortal chef.

Although the dish was vegetarian, it tasted pretty good.

Venerable White was holding some white bread in his hand and nibbling at it when he suddenly asked, “Shuhang, did you sleep well yesterday?”

Song Shuhang drank a mouthful of soybean milk. After pondering for a moment, he said, “Yeah, sort of.”

“That’s good,” Venerable White said with a nod. “After having breakfast, we’ll proceed toward Immortal Cheng Lin’s immortal cave. Since we aren’t in a hurry, we don’t need to rush there.”

Song Shuhang nodded, and said, “Good, there is still some time left before my university starts. Right, Senior White… can we head to that forbidden area after visiting Immortal Cheng Lin’s immortal cave?”

The forbidden area Song Shuhang was talking about was the one Daoist Priest Li Tiansu had discovered. There was a chance that the method to cure Li Yinzhu might be there.

Song Shuhang had wanted to explore that forbidden area since a while ago. After all, the sooner he could treat Li Yinzhu’s cold disease, the better. However, exploring that area with his strength was the same as seeking death, and he needed Venerable White to go with him.

“No problem. I’ll make sure to find the time. It is about time to settle the karma with Daoist Priest Li Tiansu,” Venerable White said with a nod. Several months ago, Daoist Priest Li Tiansu’s corpse flew over to their place from a very distant place, leaving behind his equipment. Venerable White had taken his flying sword and ancient bronze ring, forming a knot of karma with him.

At this time, Northern River’s Loose Cultivator said, “Senior White, I’ve already borrowed Fellow Daoist Seven Lives Talisman’s private cruise s.h.i.+p… but do we really want to travel to that place by s.h.i.+p?”

If they traveled by s.h.i.+p, it would take them a long time. Wasn’t it better to just ride a flying sword?

“Fellow Daoist Northern River is worried about the speed aspect, right? Don’t worry, I’ve already prepared a set of formations. After boarding the s.h.i.+p, we’ll stick onto it these sheets of paper with the formations on them. Its speed won’t be inferior to that of a flying sword,” Venerable White said after taking out a pile of A4-sized sheets of paper.

After hearing these words, Northern River’s Loose Cultivator nodded, and said, “That’s great.”

After breakfast was over, Venerable White set out with Song Shuhang, Northern River’s Loose Cultivator, Fairy Lychee, Young Master Phoenix Slayer, as well as Medicine Master and Riverly Purple Mist.

While heading toward the cruise s.h.i.+p, Song Shuhang kept yawning, looking in low spirits.

Fairy Lychee, who was beside Shuhang, also looked tired. From the looks of it, she hadn’t rested very well.

After reaching the cruise s.h.i.+p…

Song Shuhang, Young Master Phoenix Slayer, and Northern River’s Loose Cultivator joined forces, and stuck the A4 paper sheets that had the formations engraved on them all over the cruise s.h.i.+p.

Then, as soon as the cruise s.h.i.+p left the sh.o.r.e and was far from the eyes of ordinary people, the formations activated, and the s.h.i.+p sprinted forward at terrifying speed.

The sea breeze blew in their faces. Ah, this was the flavor of the sea~

Song Shuhang leaned against the guardrail and kept yawning. When the sea breeze blew in his face, he got even sleepier.

“Shuhang, are you very tired?” Venerable White asked.

“I had a strange dream yesterday, which exhausted me both physically and emotionally. I’m feeling tired and spiritless at the moment, and I’m getting sleepier and sleepier.” Song Shuhang sighed.

“In that case, why don’t you sleep for a while? I’ll wake you up when we reach Immortal Cheng Lin’s ruins. There is still some time left before we reach the destination, enough for you to take a nap,” Venerable White suggested.

Song Shuhang pondered for a moment, and nodded his head. It just happened that there were some rooms where he could rest on the cruise s.h.i.+p.

“In that case… Senior White, Senior Northern River, Senior Phoenix Slayer, I’ll go to sleep,” Song Shuhang said as he yawned.

“Go, go. Rest well,” Venerable White said.

At this time, Fairy Lychee also said, “Such being the case, I’ll go to rest as well. For some reason, I felt very restless during the past few days, and it’s been a while since I’ve rested well.”

Fairy Lychee was already a Sixth Stage True Monarch, and she wouldn’t feel tired even if she didn’t rest for a year. However, she was always restless as of late, which caused her to be in low spirits.

Song Shuhang looked for a room, and lay on the bed, starting to resting.

“Strange, why do I feel as though there is something wrong with this situation…” Song Shuhang muttered to himself.

At this time, Ye Si drilled out of his body, and asked, “Did you have a nightmare yesterday?”

“To be more precise, it was a very exhausting dream,” Song Shuhang said. “Ye Si, wake me up if you feel that I’m having a nightmare.”

“Sure, leave it to me. I’ll stand guard beside you for the whole time,” Ye Si guaranteed.

With Ye Si’s guarantee, Song Shuhang fell asleep free from worries.

Since he was very tired, Song Shuhang quickly fell asleep.

Afterward, he had another dream.

Just like the last time, there was a boundless sea and a blue sky. Other than that, he was riding a flying sword this time as well.

However, this time he wasn’t riding Meteor Sword, but a sword orb.

“s.h.i.+et!” Song Shuhang looked at the small sword orb beneath his foot. That gadget only had the size of a fingernail, and Song Shuhang was stepping on it and flying in the sky.

There was something very wrong with this picture!

Of course, a sword orb could also be used to fly.

But under normal circ.u.mstances, whenever a cultivator rode a sword orb, the sword orb would be unrolled first and turn into sword threads, and a layer of light would then appear above these threads. That way, the cultivator could elegantly step on the layer of light and fly forward. To put it in simple terms, it was the same as stepping on a sword light and flying.

But the sword orb Song Shuhang was stepping on didn’t unroll or turn into a sword light. It kept the appearance of a small orb.

Anyway, he stepped on the sword orb with one foot, and whizzed forward at high speed.

Song Shuhang’s acrophobia almost flared up again.

“Don’t be like this! At least change into a layer of light! If I don’t have a stable footing, I won’t feel at ease!” Song Shuhang said.

His voice had hardly faded that the sword orb beneath his foot transformed.

Actually, the sword orb didn’t transform into a layer of light or anything. On the other hand, it multiplicated, and other eleven sword orbs appeared, for a total of twelve sword orbs.

Then, with six sword orbs beneath his left foot and other six beneath the right one, Song Shuhang finally stabilized himself in midair.

Song Shuhang was dumbfounded.

If one watched him from afar, they would notice that he was stepping above six orbs with each foot and flying in the sky at terrifying speed. This scene was simply too memorable.

Still, Song Shuhang was now sure of something… these twelve sword orbs were actually Northern River’s Loose Cultivator’s life-bound magical treasure, the [Twelve Swords of the Milky Way]!

The Twelve Swords of the Milky Way were very cool. When Northern River’s Loose Cultivator and Immortal Master Copper Trigram were fighting on the summit of the forbidden city, the sword formation that the twelve sword lights had created was super cool.

Still, the flight pattern of these Twelve Swords of the Milky Way was truly uncanny!

When riding these sword orbs, one would directly step on the small orb? At that point, was one riding a flying sword or a sword orb?

At this point, I might as well use the ❮Blade Dragging Technique❯!

Even grabbing a saber and getting dragged along was better than stepping on these small orbs!

Anyway… Song Shuhang was unwilling to give up, and issued several orders to the sword orbs below his feet, trying to turn them into sword light. However, he didn’t succeed.

Aside from being unable to turn them into a layer of light, he discovered that riding a sword orb was the same as riding a flying sword. If Song Shuhang wanted to fly in a certain way, the sword orbs would fly in that way.

One could fly straight, at a slanted angle, or even a curved angle. It was also possible to fly upside down, and it was pretty easy on top of that. The sword orbs would closely attach to his feet, allowing him to fly at high speed while he was hanging upside down.

Aside from their style being a little trash, the sword orbs were pretty good.

After flying for a while, Song Shuhang once more reached that small island.

It was the same island covered with fog he saw yesterday.

After he had descended, the sword orbs automatically attached to Song Shuhang’s back… Actually, what the h.e.l.l was this? If a flying sword was attached to one’s back, it would look cool. But what was the deal with twelve sword orbs getting attached to one’s back?!

There was something very wrong with the style of today’s dream.

In addition, there is definitely something wrong with this dream… Song Shuhang had already concluded that much. It wasn’t a coincidence that he had dreamt of the same place two times in a row. It was almost certain that some senior was messing with his dreams in secret.

The biggest suspect was Senior White… and right next to him was Northern River’s Loose Cultivator.

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, Venerable Spirit b.u.t.terfly’s figure appeared before his eyes one more time.

“Little friend Shuhang, good morning,” Venerable Spirit b.u.t.terfly said calmly. “Please, follow me.”

“Senior Spirit b.u.t.terfly, wait a moment. I don’t want to take a walk alongside you today. I want to stroll on the island alone,” Song Shuhang said in a hurry.

The third suspect was obviously Venerable Spirit b.u.t.terfly!

Venerable Spirit b.u.t.terfly faintly smiled, and said, “Sure, you can stroll as you please.”

After saying these words, Venerable Spirit b.u.t.terfly turned into fog and disappeared. At the same time, Song Shuhang’s body was likewise wrapped in fog. Wasn’t this development the same as yesterday?

“…” Song Shuhang.

At this time, in the far away Jiangnan area.

Gao Moumou was sitting in front of his computer with a cloth to bring down the fever attached to his forehead.

“I’ve got a flu… Whatever, it just so happens that university is also about to start. I won’t release a chapter today, and will simply take a break,” Gao Moumou said.

His voice had hardly faded that the radiance of a healing technique suddenly shone on his body. In the next moment, Gao Moumou’s flu was immediately cured, just as if a miracle had taken place.

Gao Moumou, who was in the middle of writing that he was going to take a break, was clearly dumbfounded.