Senior White Sticker Pack

Bronze Coffin, the bone claw pried open the lid along the crack, and the ancient bronze coffin emitted a piercing sound.

Song Shuhang and the Miss Jiudeng immediately turned their heads and stared at the Bronze Coffin.

Upon seeing the bony claws protruding from the crack in the coffin, Shuhang exclaimed, "A zombie?"

"Don't worry, I'm best at dealing with these kinds of things," said Jiudeng. She was from the Buddhist Sect background and was very skilled at dealing with things like resurrected corpses.

As they were talking...

Clang! Clang! The bronze coffin opened a little bit, and a White Bone snake head emerged from it, its eyes flashing red light—it was terrifying.

The Miss Jiudeng did not launch an attack. This was a tomb set up by the Heavenly Thunder Pig, and it also contained the remains of the White Dragon.

The snake bones inside the Bronze Coffin must also be useful. As long as it doesn't initiate an attack, Jiudeng won't attack it either.

The snake head glanced at Song Shuhang and Jiudeng, then opened and closed its mouth. "Hello, was someone calling me just now?"

Song Shuhang: "???"

Jiudeng: "Nobody called you."

This snake skeleton even possessed sentience and could communicate!

"That's not right, someone was definitely calling me just now." The snake skull's mouth opened and closed, while the lid of the Bronze Coffin opened even wider.

At this moment, Song Shuhang and Jiudeng noticed that there were two small, pointed horns on the top of the snake skull. It wasn't a snake's skull, but the White Bone of a Flood Dragon.

"My name is Dragonbone, hello fellow Daoists. By the way, did you really not call me just now?" The Flood Dragon in the coffin opened the coffin a little bit, and half of its body emerged from the Bronze Coffin.

This is the Dragonbone of Flood Dragon that looks evil, but is surprisingly polite.

Dragonbone? Jiudeng secretly wiped away her sweat. She seemed to have casually mentioned the words 'Dragonbone' just now.

Beside her, Song Shuhang whispered in a voice only Miss Jiudeng could hear, "Miss Jiudeng, is this bone Flood Dragon a ghost or some kind of spirit?"

Before Jiudeng could answer, the skeletal Flood Dragon before him replied, "No, young friend. Although there are zombies and the like in this world, I am not one of those things."

Song Shuhang blinked. He had already lowered his voice considerably, yet the Bone Flood Dragon could still hear him?

"Let me formally introduce myself—this is 'Dragonbone,' the Artifact Spirit the puppet Flood Dragon, greetings to fellow Daoist. I am classified as a magical artifact, a different species from zombies." The Bone Flood Dragon cheerfully waved its claws at Song Shuhang, showing no anger even though it was mistaken for a zombie.

Song Shuhang: "..."

"This humble monk Jiudeng," the Miss Jiudeng replied, clasping her hands together towards the 'Dragonbone'.

"My name is Song Shuhang." Song Shuhang clasped his hands in a fist salute, but something felt off.

"Greetings, fellow Daoists. By the way, what brings you two here? It's been a very, very long time since I've had any guests." Dragonbone's mouth moved up and down, as if he were laughing.

"We were digging and digging, and we accidentally ended up here," the Miss Jiudeng replied.

The red light in Dragonbone's eyes flashed, and he laughed, "So that's how it is. You accidentally wandered in here?"

After a pause, it laughed again, "You got tricked by the Heavenly Thunder Pig, didn't you?"

Miss Jiudeng: "..."

Don't expose my struggles! If you don't even understand this, then our friendship is over.

Dragonbone tapped the lid of the Bronze Coffin with its claw and asked, "So, what do you want with the Heavenly Thunder Pig?"

Jiudeng didn't answer, but took a step back and pushed Song Shuhang in front of him.

Song Shuhang coughed and clasped his hands in a fist salute, saying, "We originally came here to ask Senior Heavenly Thunder Pig for a 'Dragonbone Withered Vine'. However, Senior Heavenly Thunder Pig was about to go to sleep and thought we were too noisy, so he dumped us here."

"So you wanted the Dragonbone Withered Vine, huh? I have that stuff on me." Dragonbone chuckled. "Every time I wake up, that thing grows on my body, it's so annoying. But it feels really good when you pull it out of your bones. It's like pulling a sharp thorn out of your flesh, so satisfying."

Upon hearing this, Song Shuhang's eyes lit up immediately. "Dragonbone... Fellow Daoist, could you give me some Dragonbone Withered Vine?"

"No problem, and I can give you a lot... Wait a minute, let me count how many I have." With that, the Dragonbone silently shrank back into the Bronze Coffin.

Then its voice came from the Bronze Coffin: "1, 2, 3, 4... 10... 15, 16."

After counting, Dragonbone poked half its head out again. "There are Sixteen 'Dragonbone Withered Vine' in total this time, and I can give them all to you. But you'll have to do me a favor too."

"Please speak," Song Shuhang said excitedly.

"It's very simple. See that Crystal Coffin in the middle?" Dragonbone pointed to the Crystal Coffin containing the Little White Dragon.

Song Shuhang nodded silently.

"Then, do you see the groove next to the Crystal Coffin? Fellow Daoist, please go over there and put a bowl of blood into that groove. Then, these Sixteen 'Dragonbone Withered Vine' will be yours," Dragonbone chuckled.

Song Shuhang looked at the recessed area in confusion, then his face turned pale. That 'bowl' was definitely in comparison to the size of the Dragonbone. To Song Shuhang, that recess was practically a small washbasin. He would die if he put a 'bowl' in it.

Song Shuhang swallowed hard, then turned to ask, "Should we fill it up?"

"No need, no need. Just put your 'bowls' in large portions, that's enough," Dragonbone said with a smile.

Song Shuhang glanced at Jiudeng again, worried that if he bled into the groove of the Crystal Coffin, it might activate something terrible, which would be troublesome.

"Don't worry, with Senior Heavenly Thunder Pig watching over things up there, nothing serious will happen. It should be..." Jiudeng said.

Song Shuhang nodded, walked to the edge of the groove, stretched out his wrist, and was about to take the Overlord Shatter Saber and make a bold cut on his wrist like in the movies.

But when it comes to actually making the cut, they don't know where to start.

After all, he lacked experience. If he cut too deep and bled too much, it could cause problems. If he cut too shallow and bled too little, it wouldn't feel good either.

"Miss Jiudeng, could you please do me a favor and let me bleed a little?" Song Shuhang said with a dry laugh.

"Alright!" The Miss Jiudeng happily took the Overlord Shatter Saber from Song Shuhang's hand and slashed it hard across his wrist.

It doesn't hurt when it's not your own hand that gets cut.

Blood was flowing like a torrent... Song Shuhang's heart clenched as he watched the blood flow continuously.

In the blink of an eye, a bowl of blood was placed in the groove.

Then, Jiudeng reached out and gently squeezed Song Shuhang's wrist, stopping the bleeding.

After the blood was poured into the groove, it flowed along a vein to the sides of the Crystal Coffin, wrapping the entire Crystal Coffin layer by layer.

Next, the Crystal Coffin should undergo a change, right?

The red light in the Dragonbone's eye sockets flickered repeatedly, as if anticipating the changes that might occur next.

However... after a long while, the Crystal Coffin remained completely unchanged.

Dragonbone sighed silently.

Song Shuhang turned his head in confusion and asked, "Did it fail?"

"There was no failure... just no success." Dragonbone sighed softly.

"Then, do you need me to bleed a little more?" Song Shuhang asked.

"No need, thank you, fellow Daoist." The red light in the Dragonbone's eyes calmed down, and then it reached out with its claws, grabbing 16 withered Dragonbone Withered Vine, and handed them to Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang accepted the withered Dragonbone Withered Vine.

These Dragonbone Withered Vine are very short, each only the length of a palm, and as thin as a hair.

But upon closer inspection, one can discover that each of these tiny, hair-like withered vines is like a lifelike miniature Flood Dragon, complete with horns and claws, making them exceptionally beautiful.

"The transaction is complete. Now, I'll see you two off. Although I'd love to have you stay and chat with me a little longer, this tomb is filled with the aura of a large number of dragon corpses... Staying here for too long will be detrimental to your health." Dragonbone's voice was gentle.

The next moment, before Song Shuhang and Jiudeng could say anything, it gently patted its paws, and the two of them floated up into the air. A passage opened above the sealed tomb chamber, and the two of them floated out through the passage.

After the two disappeared from sight, Dragonbone gazed at the Crystal Coffin once more and sighed.

It's not 'him'...

After sighing, Dragonbone poked most of its body out and patted the Bronze Coffin beside it. "Dragon Claw, wake up, it's your turn to step in next time. I'm going to get some sleep."

"Hmm... let me sleep for another hundred years." A sweet, innocent voice came from the Bronze Coffin beside me.

"Screw your sleep, get up and party!" Dragonbone slammed his fist on the Bronze Coffin, the sound deafening.

After a long while, the Bronze Coffin next door opened slightly, revealing a claw tip.

The Dragonbone nodded in satisfaction, retreated back into its Bronze Coffin, and locked the door tightly—it could now enjoy a good night's sleep.

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At this very moment, the Chu Cultivation Aristocratic Clan...

Soft Feather sat on the grass, her long legs slightly bent, revealing a perfect and alluring curve, her crystal toes occasionally twitching, which was very cute.

A laptop was on her lap, and the screen displayed many beautiful photos.

There are various Senior White for Senior Baek: twin Senior White, single Senior White, twin Senior White, buns, horn- Senior White, and braids tied up on his head.

Soft Feather's small hands flew across the keyboard, selecting one photo after another. She didn't use photo editing software; she just cropped the images to the correct size.

"Oh dear, I originally wanted to send a few to Senior Song. But every single one of Senior White is so cute... In the end, I'll just send them all to Senior Song!" Soft Feather murmured.

Then, she finished organizing all of Senior White's photos.

This includes a series of emoticons such as [Senior White's smiling emoticon], [Senior White's blank emoticon], [Senior White's cute emoticon], [Senior White's coquettish emoticon], and so on.

Finally, she compiled these expressions into a complete emoji set.

"I'm so clever," Soft Feather silently gave herself a thumbs up.

Then, she opened the chat tool, selected the account 'Under the Pressure of Books', and sent an offline message titled '[Senior White's Adorably Cute Sticker Pack]'...