Whipping a Corpse!

Helm Master Jing Mo, was completely dumbfounded.

"Did I open the door wrong?" he muttered to himself. After opening the gate to a courtyard for me, I stepped inside, only to find myself in a desert.

Could it be that I activated the protective array of the compound?

He quickly turned his head to look at the entrance gate, and sure enough... the gate had disappeared.

"Tsk tsk, they're really being cautious. The defensive array is actually made like this. Fortunately, I used Illusory Form Puppet to scout ahead this time, and my real body is unharmed, "Helm Master Jing Mo, thought to himself.

But at that moment, Helm Master Jing Mo Sword Flight, froze—the connection of his five senses with the Illusory Form Puppet had been severed!

That desert was completely cut off from all contact with the outside world.

Damn, they really have a lot of tricks up their sleeves.

Fortunately, the Illusory Form Puppet is not just controlled remotely. When using the Illusory Form Puppet, the cultivator needs to inject their true energy and spiritual power into the puppet.

Even if the sensory connection with the original body is severed, the Illusory Form Puppet can continue to move and record what it sees and hears. Once the sensory connection with the original body is re-established, it can transmit the stored information back to the original body.

However, this mode is very dangerous. When you remotely control the Illusory Form Puppet, you can avoid some disasters. But when the Illusory Form Puppet acts on its own, it will only act on instinct.

Furthermore, it will faithfully record all negative information such as 'pain and mental shock' and transmit it to the owner when the link is restored.

If the Illusory Form Puppet gets stabbed, when its owner and the Illusory Form Puppet reconnect, the puppet will also have to experience the feeling of being stabbed.

Well, there are very few things in this world that are perfect in every way.

As a low-level 'clone-like' Illusory Form Puppet's ability to link facial features is already quite impressive.

In fact, it is precisely because of this uncorrectable flaw when the Illusory Form Puppet's link is broken that it is so affordable, even Fourth-Grade Cultivator has the opportunity to acquire one.

The Illusory Form Puppet, Helm Master Jing Mo, wandered through the desert for a while when suddenly a young man in White Horse and blue robe approached him.

"Little White, where did you run off to? I thought you were lost." The Young Man in Blue came over cheerfully, uttering the same unchanging line.

Then he cheerfully tossed a large hammer over. "Come on, let's practice our hammer techniques!"

Before the Illusory Form Puppet could even move, the Young Man in Blue had already smashed it with a hammer... and then, the precious Illusory Form Puppet was flattened!

However, the Young Man in Blue did not stop hammering; he cheerfully pounded on the Illusory Form Puppet.

After smashing for a full half hour...

The Young Man in Blue laughed heartily, "Hey, Little White, that's enough practice for today. I'll come find you again tomorrow!"

He then mounted his horse. As the horse bells jingled, the young man disappeared.

Only the tattered Illusory Form Puppet remained, twitching on the ground before falling silent.

In the heart, which only stores information, a small component emits a faint glow.

After establishing a 'five-sense link' with the original body, it will transmit its recent experiences back to the original body in their entirety, thus completing its final mission...

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11 PM.

The projections beside Venerable White began to disappear and ceased to appear.

The seemingly endless desert on the outskirts began to slowly recede.

The Venerable White's retreat is finally coming to an end.

In the desert, Doudou, who had been lying motionless, finally twitched its eyelids. "It's finally going to be over."

Fortunately, the Medicine Master's residence was surrounded by a sturdy defensive barrier, which blocked the 'Real Illusion' that leaked out from Venerable White during his seclusion. Otherwise, the entire area around Jiangnan University Town would have been shrouded in desert, and who knows what would have happened?

Who knows, there might be rivers of blood, and the entire city might be mysteriously wiped out the next day?

It's terrifying to even think about!

Doudou decided in her heart that she would reinforce the defensive barrier outside the Medicine Master's house again tomorrow! Ideally, she'd add ten more layers of defense; who knows what else Venerable White might do?

11:23 AM.

Venerable White finally opened his eyes, stretching lazily with a refreshed expression. "Ah, that feels good!"

The moment he opened his eyes, the desert, the Young Man in Blue with a White Horse all vanished.

At the same time, Song Shuhang's vision went dark, and he found himself back in reality.

The moon is bright and the stars are few; the night is deep.

He himself was still standing at the entrance, the night breeze caressing his face, feeling exceptionally refreshing.

"You're back?" Song Shuhang murmured.

He dragged his weary body, preparing to go up to the third floor to find Doudou and find out what had just happened.

Just then, he noticed a broken wooden puppet at his feet, so he picked it up and took it upstairs.

Third floor.

Young Mistress Tang lay limply on the floor, silently shedding tears, her sorrow beyond words. From childhood to adulthood, she felt she had never felt so wronged as she did today.

Not far from her, Doudou quickly plugged in the computer and connected it to the internet.

The next moment, Doudou's eyes also welled up with tears. "My Overlord Set!"

In a hotel in the Jiangnan Region.

Helm Master Jing Mo, who had been sitting cross-legged to recover his true energy, suddenly widened his eyes, which bulged out like goldfish eyes and were bloodshot. He gripped the bed sheet tightly with both hands and let out a painful groan!

Just now, he suddenly connected with his Illusory Form Puppet. Then, he felt a sharp pain as if a giant hammer had slammed into his face.

That wasn't all; then the sledgehammer relentlessly pounded on every part of his body for a full half hour!

It hurts so much!

What a beast! One hammer blow had already flattened the Illusory Form Puppet! And he still spent a full half hour smashing the Illusory Form Puppet?

Is this desecrating a corpse? How incredibly bored and sadistic must someone be to smash a tiny wooden puppet with a giant hammer for half an hour?

You could have just smashed the Illusory Form Puppet, but why did you leave out that last piece that stored information?

"Hiss hiss hiss!" Helm Master Jing Mo gasped in pain.

"The pressure of studying is immense, this grudge... Hiss~ I'll remember it. Hiss~ I'll remember it!" Helm Master Jing Mo muttered, his resentment soaring to the heavens.

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A few minutes later.

When Song Shuhang learned from Doudou that the desert they had just seen was accidentally created by 'Venerable White' during his seclusion, he didn't know how to express his feelings.

At this moment, he was completely devastated.

Doudou patted Song Shuhang comfortingly, then pointed to the Young Mistress Tang, who was lying on the kitchen floor crying in pain, "You're lucky. Look at her, she's not even human anymore."

Song Shuhang glanced at Young Mistress Tang. This girl had finally recovered somewhat from being 'tortured,' and then she went through what happened today. It was too cruel!

Seemingly sensing Song Shuhang's gaze, Young Mistress Tang raised his head with a wronged expression, tears welling up in his eyes, before revealing a genuine, silly grin.

"Oh no, I'm really dumbfounded," Song Shuhang thought to himself.

Just then, Venerable White stretched and came over, looking at Song Shuhang with a smile, "You're back, Shuhang. Did the exam go well?"

"Thanks to your help, senior, everything went smoothly," Song Shuhang said cautiously.

Senior White is practically a walking weapon of mass destruction. When he's in statue form, he exudes an alluring charm; when he's confused, he can Flat-Ground Fall on his face; when he's lucid, he triggers all sorts of bizarre "fortune favors the bold" events; even when he's in seclusion, he can unconsciously create a vast desert...

"What are you doing, looking at me with such a strange gaze?" Venerable White looked himself up and down, finding nothing unusual about himself.

That's the most terrifying part—he himself is completely unaware of his own destructive power!

"It's alright, Senior White. I feel like you're radiating energy after you came out of seclusion today!" Song Shuhang replied cautiously, afraid of upsetting Senior White and causing another desert adventure.

Oh... a vast desert is alright, but if a deep sea were to appear directly in front of him, he'd be doomed; he'd drown.

"Haha, you feel the same way? I seemed to recall many interesting things while I was in seclusion today. My mental state is quite good. Cultivation is indeed the best!" Venerable White laughed heartily, then walked towards the kitchen. "Tangtang, is dinner ready?"

"Waaah... I'll make it right away," Young Mistress Tang said, sounding aggrieved.

"Why are you crying?" Venerable White asked, puzzled.

"It's nothing, it's nothing. I just suddenly got some dust in my eyes, and it's really uncomfortable." Young Mistress Tang wisely made the same choice as Song Shuhang, and absolutely dared not provoke Venerable White.

That day, Song Shuhang didn't cultivate; instead, he lay down on the bed and went to sleep. He was exhausted, both physically and mentally, and had no energy left to cultivate.

The next morning, Song Shuhang got up early.

After practicing his fist techniques a few times, he hurriedly headed to school—he was afraid that Senior White might suddenly want to practice for a while longer and create some kind of desert to envelop him, in which case he would definitely fail the exam.

When Song Shuhang arrived at the school, he found that Tubo, Gao Moumou, and Li Yangde were already chatting in the examination room.

"Oh, you guys are up so early today?" Song Shuhang asked.

Gao Moumou pushed up his glasses. "Because Tubo couldn't sleep, he woke us all up. We share the good times and the bad."

"Hehe." Song Shuhang chuckled dryly. This was really Tubo's style. So he quickly changed the subject. "What are you talking about?"

"We're talking about buying and selling, and harming people!" Tubo said with a serious expression. "Shuhang, we have at least 300 million students in China right now, don't we?"

"I haven't paid attention, but with a population of over a billion in China, there should be at least 300 million students, right?" Song Shuhang replied.

"Let's say 300 million. Let's do the math. Assume each student takes five subjects per semester, two exam papers per subject, and two exams per year. That would consume six billion exam papers every year!"

"Let's assume each tree can produce 1,500 exam papers. Six billion trees is equivalent to four million trees! That's enough to fill the entire capital city of China. So, for the sake of low carbon emissions and environmental protection, shouldn't we refuse to take exams? Remember, no demand, no supply!"

"..." Song Shuhang nodded and replied, "Don't worry, Tubo. Future exams will gradually evolve into electronic exams, which won't consume as many trees."

"Bastard!" Tubo said angrily.