Doudou Took Little Monk and Ran Away

"?" Song Shuhang looked at Soft Feather in confusion, not understanding what she wanted to do.

After taking out her things, Soft Feather first set up a table for Senior White on the bed and placed an incense burner on it.

Then, she reached out and pinched the tip of the incense, releasing her inner energy to light it.

After lighting the incense, she held it and respectfully offered it to Senior White, her small face solemn, as if she were worshipping a god.

After the ceremony, she respectfully placed the incense sticks back into the incense burner.

Song Shuhang: "..."

What's going on here? Something feels off... Venerable White is still alive, and besides, he's not a statue!

So he couldn't help but ask, "Soft Feather, what are you doing?"

"Huh? Senior Song, you didn't know?" Soft Feather looked at Song Shuhang with surprise. "You haven't even offered incense to Senior White?"

"That's why I said I offered incense to Senior White!" Song Shuhang sighed.

"Senior Song, your knowledge of cultivation is really too weak," Soft Feather said with a sigh.

Song Shuhang was taken aback. "Does that mean that cultivators always set up an altar and offer incense when they meet a senior?"

Does this mean that all junior cultivators have to carry an incense burner with them and offer incense to their seniors whenever they meet them? No, that's absolutely impossible!

"No, that's not true. You wouldn't need to do that with other seniors. But Senior White is rare and special!" Soft Feather made a big circle with her hands.

Then, she continued, "Most people in the Cultivation World know that if you happen to encounter Senior White in seclusion, and conditions permit, you can offer Senior White... It's incredibly effective!"

"Did your wish come true after offering incense?" Song Shuhang rubbed his face vigorously.

Has Senior White's 'unparalleled Fortune's become this formidable?

--Speaking of which, he immediately recalled the scene when he brought Senior White back from the 'Nameless Immortal Lord Shrine'. Back then, wasn't Senior White treated Immortal Lord Statue, standing in the temple and receiving incense offerings?

Moreover, the Nameless Immortal Lord Shrine also very famous—it is said that as long as the person making the wish is sincere, many people's wishes have come true.

So it's true... Even in the Cultivation World, Senior White's reputation has long been renowned.

But wouldn't it be dangerous to make a wish to Senior White? For example, if you wish to obtain divine skills, you might fall off a cliff first—if you're lucky, you'll fall into a hole halfway down and then you'll get the divine skills; but if you're unlucky, you'll fall from the top of the cliff to the bottom and be smashed into a mosaic!

"Soft Feather, may I ask a question? Has anyone ever made a wish and then died or was seriously injured when their wish came true?" Song Shuhang asked cautiously.

Soft Feather pondered for a moment, then shook her head and said, "I don't know about that. The only rumor in the Cultivation World is that if you make a wish to Senior White, who is in seclusion, your wish may come true. There are no other rumors attached."

As they were talking, the incense sticks that Soft Feather had been burning quickly burned out.

"Oh dear, there's definitely a problem after igniting it with my true energy; it burns too fast," Soft Feather murmured.

However, she showed no intention of lighting incense again and silently began to put away the table and incense burner.

Song Shuhang saw that she first touched the incense burner with her small pouch, and the incense burner kept shrinking in size until it was only the size of a marble, which Soft Feather picked up and put into her pouch. Then, she used the same method to put away the table.

That's a really good thing... I wish I could find the shed skin of the 'One-Inch Finger Snake' myself.

Wait a minute!

Senior White, I'm not making a wish! Song Shuhang glanced at Senior White on the bed and immediately added in his mind.

Next, Song Shuhang brewed a cup of Spirit-Vein Jade Tea and handed it to Soft Feather.

"Huh? When did you get Spirit-Vein Jade Tea, Senior?" Soft Feather asked in confusion. The portion she had given her was still with Mom Song. But just now, Song Shuhang had taken the Spirit-Vein Jade Tea from his own room.

"It was given to me by Su Clan’s Sixteen from the Nine Provinces Number One Group. I helped her with a small favor last time, so this should be considered a thank-you gift," Song Shuhang.

"Oh, A-Qi's junior, I heard the seniors talking about him in the group." Soft Feather sat on the edge of the bed, her little feet swinging up and down, her white toes playfully curling up, crystal clear.

She hadn't even put on her sandals yet when she set up the incense table and offered incense.

Song Shuhang pulled a chair out of his computer desk and sat down. Remembering that Soft Feather had just made a wish to Senior White, he asked with some concern, "Soft Feather, what did you wish for? Is it alright to tell me?"

After all, it's a wish; if it's a private little wish, it's not easy to tell others.

"Ah, it's a small matter, I can talk about it. The wish I made just now was for Senior White to bless me so that what I'm about to do will go smoothly," Soft Feather said with a smile.

What's next? Song Shuhang had a sudden inspiration. "Is it a treasure map? You want to explore that treasure?"

Soft Feather had mentioned to Song Shuhang on a chat app that she had found a treasure map in her father's notebook and said she wanted to go treasure hunting with Song Shuhang when she had time.

"It's not about that. Although I brought the treasure map with me this time, the main reason I came out is for something else!" Soft Feather said, sitting up straight and beginning to speak seriously.

Soft Feather has a good friend named Chu Chunying, who is the daughter of a small cultivation family. Soft Feather met her when she was a child and was traveling the world with Venerable Spirit Butterfly.

The two maintained contact intermittently afterward.

But not long ago, Chu Chunying suddenly lost contact, Soft Feather found strange, so she had someone investigate.

Then she learned that Chu Chunying's cultivation family had run into some trouble.

About a hundred years ago, the Chu Aristocratic Clan obtained a very good cultivation sword technique manual. Originally, this matter was kept very secret, and no one knew about it. The Chu Aristocratic Clan also secretly cultivated it behind closed doors.

But somehow, the news leaked out last year, attracting the attention of a cultivation sect. Although this cultivation sect wasn't a major sect, it was much stronger than Chu Chunying's small cultivation family.

Therefore, the cultivation sects began to make things difficult for the Chu Aristocratic Clan in every way... trying to force them to hand over the sword technique.

This constant harassment has been going on for more than six months.

"Isn't anyone going to do anything about this?" Song Shuhang asked. "Isn't there a 'Martial Arts Alliance Leader of Cultivation World' or something to step in and stop that cultivation sect?"

"Actually, there really is such a thing as an alliance leader. But as far as I remember, that alliance leader has been in seclusion for almost six hundred years, and I don't know when he will come out." Soft Feather sighed.

This is the most frustrating thing in the world of cultivation: if you want to become the leader of the Cultivation World, you must at least be extremely powerful; otherwise, what will you use to command respect?

But powerful predecessors often go into seclusion for hundreds, even thousands of years. Who manages things during those hundreds or thousands of years?

Should we elect another leader?

But what's the use...? You might have just chosen him as the leader, and the next second he's preparing for a 'perpetual seclusion package'.

And so, that's how the leader of the Cultivation World ended up...

"However, apart from the Alliance Leader, some major sects of Daoist School and Buddhist School will still keep an eye on the Cultivation World to prevent trouble. If anyone dares to go too far and cause public outrage, then don't blame us for being impolite," Soft Feather explained.

That's why the sect didn't dare to directly seize the sword technique manual, but instead resorted to underhanded tactics and made things difficult for the small family at every turn.

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"So Soft Feather, are you going to help your friend? How do you plan to help?" Song Shuhang asked.

"I haven't figured out how to help yet... I'm going to go over there first and see if there's anything I can do to help. If that sect really goes too far, I'll go back to Spirit Butterfly Island and bring people over to support my friend's family! When reasoning fails, it's all about who has the stronger fist!" Soft Feather clenched her fist and grinned, revealing her sharp Little Tiger.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Song Shuhang asked. Cultivation sects and aristocratic families... just thinking about them sounds exciting. If possible, he would love to visit them.

Soft Feather glanced at Shuhang, then tried to be tactful, saying, "No, Senior Song, your cultivation level is a little too low. You wouldn't be able to help much anyway."

Song Shuhang burst into tears immediately—"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm such a weakling!"

"If Father hasn't sent anyone to arrest me by the time I've finished supporting my friend, I'll go treasure hunting with Senior Song!" Soft Feather patted Song Shuhang to comfort him.

Song Shuhang replied, "Okay."

"By the way, I heard that Doudou from True Lord Yellow Mountain's family is also here with you, Senior Song? Why haven't I seen it? I've never had a chance to see Doudou. Every time my father took me to visit True Lord Yellow Mountain's family, Doudou would run away from home." Soft Feather asked curiously.

"Doudou is still at the hospital with Guoguo, treating his hemorrhoids. Judging by the time, today is Little Monk GuoGuo's last treatment, so Doudou should be back soon," Song Shuhang replied.

Just as they were talking about Doudou, Song Shuhang's phone rang. He looked at it and, sure enough, it was Doudou calling.

"It must be Doudou going home. I'll take this call," Song Shuhang said with a smile, and answered the phone.

"Hello, young friend Shuhang, this is Zhou Li." It was Zhou Li's voice that came from the other end of the phone. Moreover, his voice sounded unusually heavy, and there was a deep sense of powerlessness in it.

Song Shuhang himself was puzzled as to how he could discern so many emotions in Senior Brother Zhou's voice, but he just did!

Song Shuhang immediately asked, "Senior Brother Zhou, what happened? Your tone is strange."

"Doudou ran away." Zhou Li seemed to have exhausted all his strength when he said this, "And he also ran away with that little Guoguo Guo Guo. I'm so sorry, my little friend Shuhang. I was right next to them, but I couldn't keep an eye on them!"

"..." Song Shuhang felt like he was about to spit out a mouthful of blood.