120. Is There Anything to Eat?

"Master, can you hurry up?" Song Shuhang looked towards the hospital, worried that the uncle from the Immortal Farmer Sect might rush over at any moment.

In that instant, the taxi driver's mind conjured up a series of melodramatic scenarios, such as 'a loving young couple whose relationship is not recognized by their parents; the couple agrees to meet at the hospital and elope together'.

"Hold on tight!" The taxi driver floored the gas pedal, and the taxi sped off...

At the hospital, Doctor Li finished her work and went back to rest when she saw Song Shuhang carrying Su Clan’s Sixteen up into a taxi.

"Huh? Wasn't that Zhao Yaya's younger brother who ran out just now? He seemed to be carrying someone in his arms? That bed sheet is from our hospital, right? What's going on?" Doctor Li looked bewildered.

Just as I was pondering this, an office worker suddenly leaped down the stairs, completing the dozen or so steps in a single bound?

"Hey, don't jump around in the hospital, it's dangerous," Doctor Li said, trying to stop them.

But the man didn't care about anything else at that moment; he gritted his teeth in anger and chased after the taxi as fast as he could.

There were many obstacles along the way that tried to stop the man, such as flower beds, railings, and parked cars. But nothing could stop him; he was like a parkour master, dodging and weaving, moving forward in a straight line.

"Wow, cool!" Many people took out their phones to record this expert's amazing parkour skills.

In less than three minutes, the taxi had stopped in Great Fortune District.

Song Shuhang carried Su Clan’s Sixteen out of the car, took out a fifty-yuan bill and handed it to the taxi driver. "Thank you, driver, keep the change."

He dared not waste any time; who knew when that uncle from the Immortal Farmer Sect would catch up? Without waiting for the taxi driver's reply, he picked up Su Clan’s Sixteen and quickly disappeared into the depths of Great Fortune District.

"Turn left, to the nineteenth floor of the Ander A Building. That's where I live. There's a place there where we can hide temporarily," Su Clan’s Sixteen said softly.

She concealed her presence halfway there—the intense pain had prevented her from even hiding her aura, which allowed the old man from the Immortal Farmer Sect to pinpoint her location.

Unfortunately, Song Shuhang couldn't hide his presence.

Song Shuhang carried her into the Ande Building. They were lucky; the elevator was just opening. This building only had one elevator; if they hadn't been lucky, they would have had to wait a long time.

They rode all the way to the nineteenth floor. Sixteen opened the door and said weakly, "Put me down. You stay here and don't move."

Then, she went into the room, took a bottle of medicine from the wine cabinet, and splashed some on Song Shuhang.

This is a medicinal liquid that can temporarily mask one's scent and odor. After being sprinkled, Song Shuhang's scent and odor were cut off at this doorway. However, the effect was very short-lived, lasting only a few minutes.

"Come with me." Su Clan’s Sixteen pulled Shuhang to the bedroom, then opened the wardrobe and rummaged through the clothes inside. After fiddling around in the wardrobe for a while, she revealed a hidden door.

This is a partition between the bedroom and the bathroom, cleverly designed so that you would never guess there's a secret room here from the outside.

"Come in," Sixteen said.

Song Shuhang and she went into the secret room together.

Sixteen rearranged the clothes in the wardrobe, pressed the switch, and closed the wardrobe and the entrance to the secret room.

That wasn't all. She then took out a small scroll from the secret chamber, unfolded it, and pasted it onto the entrance door. The scroll was engraved with an array that could conceal one's aura and sound, creating a perfect hiding place.

Seeing that Su Clan’s Sixteen seemed prepared, Song Shuhang asked suspiciously, "You knew this uncle was looking for you?"

Sixteen shook his head and said, "Our Su Clan family is large and powerful, and we have many enemies. This secret room is just a precaution. It was originally the previous owner's storage room, and I only made some minor alterations."

Song Shuhang nodded – even large cultivation families have it tough.

The room wasn't large; the two sat facing each other, each able to hear the other's breathing.

"Will that uncle find this place?" Song Shuhang asked in a low voice.

"I concealed my presence halfway there... but as long as he's not an idiot, he'll still find this house." Su Clan’s Sixteen glanced at Song Shuhang.

Because Song Shuhang did not conceal his aura along the way, even after losing Su Clan’s Sixteen's aura, the uncle could still follow Song Shuhang's scent to find his way back.

So here's the question... is that guy an idiot or not?

Although the uncle is a goofball, he's not stupid.

Following Song Shuhang's scent, he successfully located the Ander A Building.

"This is it! The swindler's scent still lingers here!" The uncle sneered. A cultivator's sense of smell is even more acute than a dog's; he wouldn't forget the swindler's scent.

He pushed open the door with all his might; no matter how sturdy the security door was, it was just a fragile piece of meat in the hands of a cultivator.

"You can't escape, you despicable liars, and the younger generation of the Su Clan!" The uncle stormed into the suite, his angry voice deafening.

However... the entire suite was empty; there wasn't a single person in sight.

The swindler's scent and presence were cut off at the doorway—a faint, peculiar medicinal smell lingered in the air.

"We've been tricked again?" The middle-aged man was furious.

He began frantically searching the room, smashing things and tearing at the ceiling. He searched every possible hiding place, but still couldn't find Song Shuhang and the other person.

"Damn it, where did they run off to?" the middle-aged man roared, rushing out of the apartment and running away at breakneck speed.

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After Song Shuhang heard the outside quiet down, he asked, "Has Uncle left?"

"It's not that easy... Now I just hope he won't tear down the house." Sixteen shook his head.

She escaped with very little belongings this time.

Otherwise, if she had a few Talisman Treasure, powerful magic weapons, or pills that could temporarily suppress her injuries, the uncle from the Immortal Farmer Sect would not have been a threat to her.

As she expected, not long after, she heard a slight noise again outside.

It was that uncle from the Immortal Farmer Sect who had returned.

The uncle is a goofball, but he also knows how to use a surprise attack tactic.

"Damn it, did they really escape?" the uncle muttered to himself.

After a long while, the outside returned to calm, without any unusual sounds.

"Has the uncle left again?" Song Shuhang asked, afraid of being discovered by the other party, he dared not use his mental power to probe.

Sixteen shook her head. She had ways to monitor everything happening outside the secret room. "That guy from the Immortal Farmer Sect is currently sitting in the living room, looking like he's waiting for his prey to come to him."

"So what do we do now? Just wait for the old man to leave?" Song Shuhang said with a wry smile.

"It would be best if he left. If he stays here, and my injuries don't flare up again tonight, I can easily take him down with one strike," Sixteen said calmly.

Good heavens, I'd completely forgotten that this girl's true identity is that of a genius on par with Soft Feather. At such a young age, she's already undergoing the Third-Grade Houtian Tribulation Lightning.

According to the terminology of some ancient cultivation sects, the First-Grade is called Body Refinement, the second to Fourth-Grade are called Qi Refinement, and the Fifth-Grade Golden Core Path. This girl is already at the high level of Qi Refinement, just one step away from entering the peak of Qi Refinement and preparing to become a great master who condenses the Golden Core.

If she can temporarily suppress the injuries from the Heavenly Tribulation, dealing with that old man will be as easy as playing a game.

In short, for now... the two sides are stuck in this stalemate.

Bored, Song Shuhang began practicing the True Self Meditation Scripture to temper his spiritual power.

Time flies, and it was soon noon.

Song Shuhang's stomach rumbled. As a newcomer to cultivation, his body needed a lot of Blood Qi during cultivation. Therefore, he ate a lot and got hungry quickly.

"Is there anything to eat?" Song Shuhang asked.

Since it's a locked room, there should be food and drinks provided, right?

"I can Grain-Avoidance Realm," Sixteen said calmly, slightly raising his eyes.

Girl, what should I do? I can't Grain-Avoidance Realm yet!