Stressed by a Mountain of Books

At this moment Song Shuhang was lying flat on the Sword Escape light, looking anything but graceful.

The ideal is lofty, but the harsh reality teaches Song Shuhang a lesson time and time again, constantly shattering his beautiful dream of 'Sword Flight'.

If it weren't for the powerful attraction layer on the Sword Escape light that kept Song Shuhang firmly attached to it, he would have been thrown off the flying sword long ago due to its excessive speed.

"Senior White, even if it's Flying Sword Message, could you at least add a windproof and defensive formation for me? I'm a person, not a piece of merchandise!" Song Shuhang said, tears streaming down his face.

Because of the flying sword's incredible speed, he could only use his own body to withstand the immense air pressure.

If he weren't already First-Grade, Second Aperture cultivator, the pressure and lack of oxygen during rapid flight alone would have been enough to give him a hard time.

Aside from the advantage of being 'fast enough', Song Shuhang couldn't find any other advantages to Senior White's 'transportation method'.

Moreover... Song Shuhang always felt that besides his Height Phobia, he might also have Speed Phobia or something?

I don't know how much time passed, but it must have been very short, before Song Shuhang successfully arrived at his destination.

At this point, his hairstyle had turned into a small broom head. Fortunately, his hair wasn't as long as the Medicine Master's, otherwise, a cool, explosive, punk hairstyle would have been inevitable.

The flying sword gradually slowed down, preparing to land.

Thankfully, the landing wasn't bungee jumping, otherwise Shuhang would have gone weak again today.

At my Tubo grandfather's house.

Tubo held his phone, idly scrolling through a small game. "Where did Shuhang go? Did he really get kidnapped?"

Because Song Shuhang doesn't smoke, so it doesn't make sense for him to run out in the middle of the night saying he wants to buy cigarettes.

Let's wait another ten minutes. If Shuhang doesn't come out by then, we should consider calling the police.

Tubo's mind was filled with random thoughts.

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In the small courtyard of Tubo's maternal grandfather's house.

Two petty thieves stealthily approached Song Shuhang's "ladies' car." They shone their flashlights into the car briefly, then quickly turned them off.

"There's a big box and a big package. It's a lady's car; there might be something good inside," the petty thief A whispered.

Women are more likely to carry valuables in their cars than men.

Petty thief B waved his hand lightly, then raised the brick in his hand. "I'll smash the car window, then you take the package and box away as fast as you can."

"No problem. Besides, I checked out this women's car online. The alarm system is a bit outdated; sometimes even if the window is smashed, the alarm won't go off," the petty thief A chuckled.

Then, the petty thief B raised a brick, about to smash it against the car window! Just then, something suddenly fell from the sky and crashed into him.

Then... the petty thief B was knocked flying.

His frail body was thrown five meters away, crashing into the wall of Tubo's maternal grandfather's house.

The petty thief A behind him froze, his mouth agape, unable to utter a sound for a long time.

What the hell is going on?

"Ah, finally landed successfully?" Song Shuhang's voice rang out. He lightly flicked his foot, lifted the exhausted flying sword, and caught it with his hand.

"Aaaaaah~" It wasn't until then that the little thief A's screams rang out.

He felt as if he had been hit by a charging bull, and his bones felt like they were about to fall apart.

Song Shuhang glanced at them. "Oh, are they thieves?"

The petty thief B's eyes widened, then a ferocious expression appeared on his face. He pulled a small knife from his pocket. "Get lost if you don't want to die..."

Before he could even speak, everything went black.

A hard fist slammed into his eye socket, and he screamed as he was thrown away, crashing into the wall of his Tubo's house, following in the footsteps of his companion.

The two thieves lay on top of each other, screaming in agony.

"You've come at just the right time!" Song Shuhang nodded secretly—with these two thieves around, when Tubo asked him where he'd gone in the middle of the night, he could say he'd seen these two acting suspiciously and had sneaked out to keep an eye on them!

Awesome!

"What's going on?" Tubo popped his head out of the room upstairs and shouted.

"Tubo, it's me. I just ran into two petty thieves." Song Shuhang waved with a smile.

"What? A petty thief? Hahaha, we haven't seen a petty thief on Luoxin Street in ages!" Tubo's tone was filled with excitement, and then he shouted, "Grandpa, we caught a thief!"

"What? A thief? How dare you! Catch the thief!!" Before Tubo's grandfather even got up, he let out a deafening Lion's Roar.

Soon, Tubo, his maternal grandparents, Li Yangde, and several neighbors from the surrounding area rushed out in a menacing manner.

"Where's the thief?" Grandpa Tubo shouted.

In Luoxin Street, almost every household is related by blood; as the saying goes, "Brothers fight tigers together, fathers and sons go to war together." Whenever there is a thief, a shout is enough to mobilize the entire village.

Very few thieves manage to escape after being discovered.

Therefore, thieves haven't bothered with this place for a long time—not only can they not steal much money, but they also suffer a terrible fate if caught.

When the thief was caught, he actually shed tears of happiness when he saw the police officer.

"There it is, under the corner of the wall." Song Shuhang chuckled.

Then... the neighbors, without thinking twice, went up and started punching and kicking him.

Then someone shouted, "Does anyone have a rope? Tie it up first, then take it to the police station!"

"I'm here, I have a rope." Another man ran over quickly and took out a very long rope.

With practiced ease, he quickly and skillfully bound the hands of the two petty thieves. Then, with a tug, he also tied their feet together. After a moment's thought, he bound the rope several more times around their bodies.

I have a feeling this man isn't tying up a person, but rather a crab or something else?

"You don't need to tie their feet; we're taking them to the police station soon. And you don't need to tie them up with so many ropes. Do you think they're crabs you're selling?" someone nearby said.

Is it really a place selling crabs?

"..." The man tying the rope chuckled dryly, "Damn, I'm used to tying people like this!"

After finishing their work, the neighbors and Tubo took the bruised and swollen thief to the nearby police station.

Thanks to the two thieves providing cover, Song Shuhang's late-night outing was thus left unresolved.

After spending two days at my maternal grandfather's house in Tubo.

Song Shuhang and Yangde bid farewell to Tubo's family and embarked on their journey back to Jiangnan University Town, while Tubo decided to stay at his maternal grandfather's house for a few more days.

The lady's car slowly started moving, and behind it were two large boxes full of bayberries, which were Song Shuhang's spoils from the past two days.

Tubo's maternal grandfather waved enthusiastically as he watched Song Shuhang and Yangde leave.

After Song Shuhang arrived, the strange things in the village stopped happening, and even many of the frail elderly people gradually regained their strength.

Very nice.

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In Jiangnan University Town, after dropping Yangde off, Song Shuhang drove to the building where the Medicine Master.

"Senior White, Doudou, I'm back." Song Shuhang carried two boxes and a large package upstairs.

He paused for a moment when he entered the room.

Looking at the house, both strange and familiar, he silently stepped out of the building and took another look. Yes, he wasn't mistaken; it was indeed the fifth-floor building that the Medicine Master had bought.

But the interior decoration... has been completely renovated.

Everything—walls, ceilings, lights, household appliances, digital products—was completely replaced.

Song Shuhang's lips twitched. He'd only been gone for two days, hadn't he?

At this moment, Venerable White appeared beside Song Shuhang.

"Hahaha, Shuhang, what do you think of the new decorations?" Senior White asked, his eyes filled with embarrassment and a desire to please.

Song Shuhang blinked, and after a long pause, nodded and squeezed out a single word. "Okay!"

Yes, purely from a decorative perspective—assuming the room's furnishings were worth millions when the Medicine Master initially bought it, their current value is in the tens of millions, with all sorts of luxurious decorations...

Therefore, Song Shuhang could only say one word, "Good".

As for why Senior White renovated his entire house... Song Shuhang felt he didn't need to ask. He could guess the answer from Senior White's slightly embarrassed and ingratiating expression.

Senior White immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Shuhang opened his mouth, intending to remind Senior White that the house belonged to Senior Medicine Master, and his satisfaction wouldn't matter. However, seeing Senior White's relieved expression, Shuhang felt somewhat reluctant to remind him of this fact.

"By the way, senior, this is a gift from my classmate's house. Would you like to try some?" Song Shuhang opened the bottom box of bayberries, revealing plump bayberries that looked delicious.

Senior White tried one, narrowed his eyes, and said, "Hmm, it tastes good."

"Yes, we picked them ourselves, it was a lot of fun. Next time you have time, I'll take you to visit some places. And since it's summer vacation, I can take you to travel all over the country. Staying cooped up in the Jiangnan Region all the time means you won't be able to see many of the fun places in this era," Song Shuhang said with a smile.

"Great!" Senior White's eyes lit up immediately. "And airplanes, let's go learn about them in a few days!"

"No problem!" Song Shuhang said with a hearty smile, but in his heart he was thinking—before learning to fly, should I ask Senior Yellow Mountain for an 'astronaut suit'?

He was genuinely afraid that Senior White might get carried away while driving and suddenly decide to fly the plane into space, heading straight for the moon!

Therefore, it is essential to be prepared.

Just then, Pekingese Doudou rushed out of the house and pounced on Song Shuhang, shouting, "Shuhang, I heard you ran into Yellow Mountain Big Fool the day before yesterday?"

Song Shuhang caught Doudou as she pounced on him and replied, "Yes, we've encountered the True Lord Yellow Mountain."

"Did Yellow Mountain Big Fool say when he's coming to pick me up?" Doudou asked expectantly.

In the past, whenever it ran away from home, True Lord Yellow Mountain would immediately go out to look for it. But this time, it has been almost a month, and Yellow Mountain still hasn't come to pick it up, so it's a little uneasy.

"Well, the True Lord said that after he captures and seals that Daoist Cloudmist from the Empty Thieves' Sect in a few days, he will come to pick you up," Song Shuhang replied truthfully.

"Going to catch that idiot Cloudmist again?" Doudou grinned. "That Yellow Mountain Big Fool, is he really ignoring me?"

Song Shuhang a dry laugh.

"Okay, let's not talk about Yellow Mountain Big Fool anymore. By the way, weren't you online yesterday? Something happened in the group chat," Doudou asked, jumping off Song Shuhang.

"My phone died yesterday, and I forgot to bring a charger when I went out," Song Shuhang replied. "Did anyone look for me, seniors?"

It's a bit embarrassing to admit, but the senior members in the group all topped up his phone with 10 million yuan in credit, just in case they couldn't reach him. I never expected he'd forget his charger this time.

"Seriously, when the Medicine Master comes back in a few days, you can learn a little spell Charging Technique's from him for emergencies. You've even learned Palm Thunder, so 'Charging Technique' shouldn't be a problem," Doudou replied, jumping off Song Shuhang.

Charging Technique? Is there really such a magical spell?

It seems the experienced members of the group are going to great lengths to deal with situations where their phones or computers suddenly run out of battery while they're out and about.

The man and his dog walked and chatted, with Senior White carrying a huge box in one hand and enjoying bayberries in a good mood as he followed behind.

Song Shuhang went up to the lobby and first put aside the medicinal herbs, three million RMB, and the spoils he obtained from Helm Master Jing Mo.

Then I took out my computer, skillfully logged into the 'Nine Provinces Number One Group', and checked the message history.

The first message is a record from yesterday afternoon.

First, there was news about Soft Feather, which came at 2 PM yesterday.

Soft Feather of Spirit Butterfly Island: "@Shushan is under a lot of pressure, Senior Song ~ are you there? I've finally synchronized with the Spirit Ghost. Are you on vacation yet? Let's find a chance to go to Mysterious Island!"

The girl went into seclusion for more than half a month again, and finally achieved 'consciousness synchronization and energy sharing' with the Spirit Ghost.

From then on, her Spirit Ghost cheat was activated. Every moment, the Spirit Ghost would purify the true energy in her body, doubling her cultivation speed and also providing double the true energy storage.

Moreover, she had finally fulfilled her promise to her father and was allowed to travel off the island. Therefore, her first thought was of Mysterious Island and Song Shuhang.

Unfortunately, Song Shuhang's phone was out of battery at the time.

However... a user in the group quickly replied to Soft Feather.

Northern River's Loose Cultivator: "Hey, Soft Feather did a good job. You obtained the Spirit Ghost and haven't even seen the light of day yet, and you've already synchronized the Spirit Ghost Contract so quickly?"

Is it the long-awaited Senior Northern River's Loose Cultivator? Has he finally returned from the Mysterious Island?

This "Saint Seiya" who's always online in the 'Nine Provinces Number One Group' is always the first to reply to everyone's questions. If it were an old-fashioned forum, he'd be the first to grab the first comment.

Seeing that his seniors were still chatting happily in the group, it seemed that nothing had happened to them on the Mysterious Island. Song Shuhang wondered how their gains had been.

He picked up the mouse and scrolled through the group chat history.

Below is another entry from Northern River's Loose Cultivator: "Is Soft Feather going to the Mysterious Island too? Three Waves, Ancient Lake Abbey, and I made plans to explore this 'Mysterious Island' together. Do you want to come?"

Song Shuhang's hand froze—wait a minute! Senior, didn't the three of you enter the Mysterious Island twenty days ago?

How did it turn into a promise to go to the Mysterious Island together?

Amnesia?