Senior, Shall I Send You Two Crates of Medicinal Herbs as a Thank-You Gift?

"Cough, cough. If what you need to do won't take too long, Soft Feather, I suppose it isn't impossible." Song Shuhang chuckled.

But tomorrow afternoon's class had been scheduled before the start of the semester. Unless there was a special reason, it definitely wouldn't be canceled.

Shuhang didn't want to dwell on the subject for too long, so he immediately changed the topic. "Soft Feather, you're going to Ghost Lantern Temple, right? Come to think of it, didn't you confirm the temple's location before setting out?"

The simple-minded girl was easily led onto another topic. "Mm. I only knew that the destination was in Luoxin District, J City, so I had my martial nephews book me a plane ticket and came straight here. I never expected Ghost Lantern Temple to be so hard to find."

Martial nephews... Did such a thing still exist these days?

As Song Shuhang thought, his fingers tapped across the keyboard. He entered "J City, Luoxin District, Ghost Lantern Temple" into the search box.

There was information about J City and Luoxin District, but there wasn't a shred of information about Ghost Lantern Temple. It wasn't marked on the map, either.

Perhaps it was a tiny temple, or one that had already gone out of business?

"Senior Song, can I borrow the computer for a bit? I'll look for information myself. Northern River's Loose Cultivator in the group might have some news, too!" Soft Feather suddenly said.

Song Shuhang nodded. He first clicked to log out of his chat account, then shifted aside to vacate the seat.

Soft Feather gave a sweet smile, sat down, and skillfully logged into her own chat account.

Northern River's Loose Cultivator still hadn't replied in the group. It was rare for that senior to be offline for so long. Shuhang had thought he was the kind of powerhouse who stayed online twenty-four hours a day.

Soft Feather was somewhat disappointed. She closed the chat window, then began searching the computer for information about Luoxin District and all the temples there. She likewise wondered whether Ghost Lantern Temple might already have disappeared, or perhaps changed its name.

Song Shuhang watched from the side for a while, then suddenly remembered that both his and Soft Feather's phones had run out of battery.

"Soft Feather, give me your phone. I have a universal charging port here. It should be full in about an hour," Song Shuhang said.

"Thank you, Senior!" Soft Feather quickly pulled out her phone and handed it to Shuhang.

Shuhang took it and plugged in his own phone at the same time.

The instant Shuhang turned around, Soft Feather's fingers began flying across the keyboard, pattering away at blazing speed. In that moment, her APM had reached at least 900+! With that kind of hand speed, if she became a professional esports player, she could crush grandmasters of every school and style.

On the computer, one window after another rapidly popped open and closed, while web pages opened and refreshed one after another.

Soon, the information of a young man was brought up.

It was a half-body photo of Song Shuhang grinning broadly, with his personal information beside it.

Song Shuhang, Department of Mechanical Engineering, Jiangnan University; College of Mechanical Design and Manufacturing, Class 43 of Year 19.

Another window quickly popped open. It was the class schedule for Song Shuhang's class.

Next to appear was the Monday afternoon class... Professor Renshui.

He was a young and promising, handsome professor. He had a tall, upright figure, wore black-rimmed glasses, and always had a gentle smile at the corners of his mouth. He was the kind of man who could make the hearts of whole swaths of young girls flutter simply by standing there.

Everything... happened in an instant.

After obtaining the information she wanted, Soft Feather quickly closed all the pages that had popped up on the computer.

The class had of course been scheduled long ago and wouldn't be canceled casually, but there were always plenty of accidents in this world—such as the teacher in charge of the class getting his foot injured after being hit by a car, stepping into a gap and twisting his ankle, accidentally falling out of bed and twisting his ankle, getting bitten by a puppy and injuring his foot... and so on. In short, all kinds of twisted ankles that required hospitalization. If that happened, tomorrow afternoon's class should be suspended or postponed for a few days, right?

That was what Soft Feather was thinking. She felt her idea was excellent and secretly gave herself a thumbs-up in her heart.

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Meanwhile, in the faculty apartments more than ten kilometers away.

Teacher Renshui, who was playing with his daughter, suddenly shuddered for no apparent reason, then sneezed several times in succession. He rubbed his nose. Another female student must be thinking about how handsome and dashing I am?

Being handsome came with troubles, too. After all, he was already married with a career and family.

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After closing the web pages, Soft Feather quietly turned her head and glanced at Song Shuhang. Seeing that he was still plugging his phone into the charger beside her, she secretly sighed in relief, feeling as if she had been up to mischief behind an elder's back.

At the same time, after looking through a massive amount of information, she instinctively felt... Why did Senior Song look more and more like an ordinary person?

She also remembered what Shuhang had said when they first met: "You can call me Little Song, or Shuhang. Please don't call me Senior."

Was Senior Song's skill in "experiencing the mortal world" simply too profound, or had she misunderstood something?

After closing all the pages, Soft Feather flexed her fingers.

Then her gaze fell on an open notebook beside the computer. It was filled with a dazzling array of medicinal herb names—the simplified Body Tempering Liquid formula that Medicine Master had posted in the Nine Provinces Number One Group.

Shuhang had copied it down at the time, intending to take it home for his cousin Zhao Yaya to study. However, it didn't contain such chūnibyou-sounding medicinal herbs as the fresh Overlord Branch, Nine-Yang Scarlet Flame Bamboo, and Morning Dew Mystic Herb.

"Is Senior Song studying this formula, too?" Soft Feather wondered inwardly.

But she soon discovered that the medicinal formula Song Shuhang had copied seemed incomplete. Why had Senior only copied the simple, ordinary medicinal herbs?

Why hadn't he added medicinal herbs like Azure Dew Mystic Herb?

Wait, could it be that Senior Song wanted to improve upon Senior Medicine Master's formula? To lower the cost of refining Body Tempering Liquid even further?

At that thought, Soft Feather's eyes immediately lit up.

As it happened, when Song Shuhang turned around and came back, he saw Soft Feather staring at the notebook. Oh no! What's written there is that chūnibyou-ridden formula!

This time, it really was like yellow mud falling into his trousers—whether it was feces or not, it looked like feces now. Soft Feather was certain to think he was one of her kind, a deeply afflicted xianxia chūnibyou patient.

Sure enough, Soft Feather opened with a question that sounded utterly saturated with chūnibyou to Shuhang. "Senior, are you studying Senior Medicine Master's formula, too? How many batches can you successfully refine at once?"

Soft Feather asked happily, while also hoping to seek guidance from her senior.

She had tried using Senior Medicine Master's formula several times. Because her Fire-Control Art wasn't practiced well enough, she had only succeeded three times out of ten. Yet she loved refining pills, despite being completely devoid of talent for it.

If she wasted medicinal herbs like this in front of other cultivators, they would surely drown her in spit. Fortunately, she had a powerful and wealthy sugar daddy, so the medicinal herbs wasted on this bit of Body Tempering Liquid were nothing to Spirit Butterfly Island—barely a splash or a speck of dust.

"I haven't refined any," Song Shuhang said with tears streaming down his face. Sure enough, she had taken him for one of her kind.

"Why? Could it be that Senior Song wants to improve upon Senior Medicine Master's formula?" Soft Feather asked excitedly, her eyes shining.

"..." Song Shuhang fell silent. He had originally wanted to answer directly that he might never refine such a strange, chūnibyou-ridden formula. But when he saw Soft Feather's sparkling eyes, he felt it would be cruel to dampen the girl's enthusiasm.

After thinking for a long while, he came up with an honest answer. "Actually, it's because it's inconvenient for me to find medicinal herbs here. Due to various complicated reasons, I don't have a single medicinal herb on hand, so... I simply haven't had the chance to refine it."

That was the absolute truth. Aside from those fantastical medicinal names brimming with chūnibyou, the combined price of the other medicinal herbs listed in the formula was no small sum. After all, the prices of precious medicinal herbs such as ginseng were calculated by the liang.

As a student, he couldn't afford them. He couldn't afford them even if he sold a kidney!

"Huh? I'm sorry, Senior. So that was the reason." Soft Feather nodded, secretly delighted!

Although she didn't know why Senior Song didn't even have the basic medicinal herbs for Body Tempering Liquid on hand, Spirit Butterfly Island had those herbs piled up like mountains!

"Senior, after I go back, shall I send you two crates of medicinal herbs as a thank-you gift?" Soft Feather said. This was the repayment she had prepared for Shuhang. In any case, she had decided to have Shuhang help her search for Ghost Lantern Temple.

Two crates of medicinal herbs—what domineering words.

Put more plainly: "Senior, shall I send you two crates of ginseng as a thank-you gift?"

If that still wasn't straightforward enough, then consider this version: "Senior, shall I send you two crates of gold bars as a thank-you gift?"

The medicinal herbs Soft Feather intended to send were absolutely worth several times more than gold.

Unfortunately, Song Shuhang had no idea what the two crates of medicinal herbs she mentioned were worth. Otherwise, he would have long since knelt before the tycoon!