Confucius Said: Strip Off the Skin and It's Meat!

"Really?" Song Shuhang stroked his chin, guessing, "After surviving, she fainted from shock upon hearing that such severe injuries would only take a few months to recover. It seems she had something urgent to attend to, and then fainted from anxiety upon hearing that she would need several months to recover?"

"Brother Shuhang is truly wise." The little monk flattered him with a serious expression.

Ever since Song Shuhang stopped trying to beat him so badly he could "feel the shit out," the relationship between the serious little monk and Song Shuhang has unknowingly become much closer.

As the two were talking, Doudou staggered back. "Senior White's seclusion hasn't ended yet, Shuhang, have you found out the background of this woman in the black dress?"

"Before we could even ask, she fainted from excitement again." Song Shuhang shrugged. "How about I cast a Healing Spell on her to wake her up so we can ask her again?"

"Let's give it a try. If she wakes up again, ask her about her identity and background, and it would be best to have her write a will or something. Her injuries are too severe, and the Medicine Master doesn't know when he'll be back. What if she suddenly dies because the Medicine Master is too late?" Doudou said.

Although what it said was unpleasant to hear, the truth was sound.

"That's true." Song Shuhang nodded.

Then, he took off his T-shirt and covered the woman in the black dress with it.

To escape the encirclement of Wolf One, Ox Two, and Ape Four, Chu Chu in the black dress tore off the hem of her short skirt and fled into the sea... Her T-shirt could cover up her exposed beauty.

Afterwards, Song Shuhang activated the Ancient Copper Ring and cast another Healing Spell on the woman in the black dress.

Three breaths later, the girl, Chu Chu, who had fainted from excitement, opened her eyes again.

This time, her gaze was much calmer.

She gave a bitter smile, "Thank you for your help, fellow Daoist."

"Stay calm, don't faint from excitement this time," Song Shuhang. The Healing Spell on the Ancient Copper Ring only had one chance left, and it couldn't be wasted.

The woman in the black dress Chu Chu —this small gesture sent shivers down her spine. A single movement could affect the whole body; that was her current state. Fortunately, she had encountered Song Shuhang and Venerable White; otherwise, given her injuries, she would have already perished.

Song Shuhang asked, "Don't move around. Also... while you're still conscious, if you don't mind, tell me about your identity and background? Also... just in case, should you consider leaving a will or something?"

Chu Chu in the black dress. "..."

After a moment, she asked cautiously, "Didn't you say before that I could still be saved?"

Song Shuhang chuckled dryly and said, "Well, this is just in case. I don't know when my highly skilled senior doctor will be able to get back here. Your injuries are really too serious. What if you die from your injuries before my senior doctor returns... cough, so, why don't you leave a last message?"

The young monk beside him offered a suggestion. "Shuhang, you were too direct. You should have been more tactful."

Song Shuhang: "..."

He knew he needed to be tactful, but this was the first time he'd ever encountered someone trying to persuade another to write a will. He had no idea how to do it tactfully—should he say, "Hello, I'm subtly reminding you that you're about to write a will?"

Chu Chu sighed softly, "It's alright. If a cultivator can't even take life and death lightly, what's the point of talking about cultivation?"

Then, she began to introduce herself.

There was no point in hiding her identity, as she carried a badge identifying herself as belonging to the "Chu Aristocratic Clan". If someone were interested, they could easily guess her identity by examining her belongings.

"My name is Chu Chu, and I am a disciple of the Chu Cultivation Aristocratic Clan." Chu Chu took a breath and began to recount her identity.

When Song Shuhang heard the Chu Aristocratic Clan," it sounded somewhat familiar: "And what's the background of those guys chasing you? Why are they chasing you?"

"They're probably members of some kind of cultivator organization that 'takes money and does the work'... As for the reason they're chasing me, it's because of the recent feud between our Chu Aristocratic Clan and the 'Void Sword Sect.' Our family and the Void Sword Sect are planning to settle their differences at the 'Immortal Severing Platform.' I'm a member of the Chu Aristocratic Clan's going to participate in the Immortal Severing Platform, and the Void Sword Sect Immortal Severing Platform Sect, in order to win, has resorted to any means necessary, secretly hiring someone to attack me," Chu Chu replied.

When introducing herself, she deliberately concealed the source of the feud between the 'Chu Aristocratic Clan' and the 'Void Sword Sect' —the <Sword Formula>. One should not harbor malicious intent, but one must be wary of others. Besides, the <Sword Formula> was not something she needed to mention, so she naturally wouldn't say anything more to avoid causing trouble.

"The feud between aristocratic families and sword sects?" Song Shuhang tapped his head, suddenly remembering what Soft Feather had told him, and asked, "Wait, is it because of a 'Sword Formula' that your Chu Aristocratic Clan has been constantly harassed by a small sect nearby, leading to a feud between the two sides?"

Chu Chu's eyes widened. "..."

I didn't say anything, so why does this man know about the relationship between the Chu Aristocratic Clan and the Void Sword Sect? And... the Void Sword Sect is such a 'small sect'? It's precisely this 'small sect' that has caused the Chu Aristocratic Clan so much trouble.

"Judging from your expression, I was right. It seems I have some connection with your Chu Aristocratic Clan." Song Shuhang smiled and said, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Song Shuhang, and I'm a rogue cultivator. I have a fellow Daoist Soft Feather, who is probably a friend of one of your Chu Aristocratic Clan's disciples."

Chu Chu glanced calmly at Song Shuhang —could there really be such a coincidence in the world?

At this moment, the young monk beside him put his palms together and introduced himself, "This young monk's name is Guoguo, a disciple of World's End Wandering Temple."

"World's End Wandering Temple?" Chu Chu blinked, then her eyes widened. "Is that World's End Wandering Temple?"

Legend has it that the 'World's End Wandering Temple,' a temple that exists half in reality and half in another dimension, with no fixed location and capable of appearing anywhere in the world at any time, is a high and mighty Buddhist Sect force in the Cultivation World, an existence that small cultivation families like theirs can only look up to.

"I believe our 'World's End Wandering Temple' is the only one of its kind in the Cultivation World, with no other branches." The young monk clasped his hands together and smiled slightly, proud of his sect.

After the little monk introduced himself, Pekingese Doudou couldn't wait to squeeze in.

"I am the demon dog Doudou, you can just call me Brother Doudou. Little girl, I see you have a good foundation. As long as you are willing to become my adopted sister, I will protect you! How about Doudou flatten the mere Void Sword Sect for you?" Doudou raised his head and said with a smug look on his face.

"Doudou, don't cause trouble." Song Shuhang gently tapped Doudou's head. If Doudou tried to help, she'd likely make things worse. Song Shuhang knew this all too well—for example, when he asked Doudou to help find the Guoguo monk GuoGuo, Doudou ended up running away from home with the little monk instead...

Chu Chu gave a bitter laugh.

"Ahem, we've strayed from the topic. Miss Chu Chu, do you have any last wishes?" Song Shuhang brought the subject back.

The Chu Chu lady sighed and said, "If something really happens to me, I would be grateful if Fellow Shuhang could return my remains to the Chu Aristocratic Clan."

"Alright, I've got it." Song Shuhang nodded. "Miss Chu Chu, you should get some rest."

Chu Chu nodded slightly and closed her eyes to rest.

Song Shuhang stroked his chin—"By the way, what is the Immortal Severing Platform? Is it some kind of martial arts competition like a fighting arena?"

About five minutes later, Chu Chu fell into a coma again; her physical condition was too bad.

Doudou lay listlessly on the island, basking in the sun. Its body was still weak, and even if it wanted to do something, it lacked the strength.

The young monk sat quietly on a rock and began to meditate and chant scriptures. Even when he was not at the World's End Wandering Temple, he still persisted in his daily scripture chanting practice.

Bare-chested, Song Shuhang found a shady spot and began tidying up his belongings.

First, there's the Overlord Shatter Saber, Single-Use Flying Sword 004 Edition), and a backpack.

The backpack contained Soul Pearl, pills, Transformation Brooch, Talisman Treasure... and a small box.

Huh? This little box looks unfamiliar. What's inside?

Curious, Song Shuhang opened the small box and found Sixteen hair-thin plants inside, shaped like lifelike True Dragon.

But he didn't remember harvesting these plants on the Mysterious Island.

Just then, he saw a note at the bottom of the box. It was written in his own handwriting with a brush, and it read 'Dragonbone Withered Vine'.

"Dragonbone Withered Vine?! Isn't this a rare and precious herb that can greatly help Sixteen's recovery from his injuries?!" Song Shuhang carefully put away the box of 'Dragonbone Withered Vine', his heart filled with excitement.

With these Dragonbone Withered Vine, perhaps they can help Su Clan’s Sixteen recover from her injuries?

After putting the box away, Shuhang found another unfamiliar item in his backpack—a cute rabbit-shaped wallet.

Upon seeing this thing, Song Shuhang was immediately overwhelmed with shame. Why was this thing in his backpack?

Did I just pick it up randomly on the Mysterious Island?

Found items should be returned to their owners.

The problem is, I have no memory of the Mysterious Island, so how am I supposed to find the owner of the wallet?

Should I throw it away? Or give it to some girl?

After all, such a cute wallet is clearly not suitable for him to use.

Just as he was thinking this, Song Shuhang opened the wallet and took a look at what was inside.

Then, he saw a very small note inside the wallet.

Curious, he took out the note and read it.

As soon as the paper was taken out, suddenly... the paper, which was originally only the size of a little finger, turned into a piece of white paper the size of a tabletop.

It got bigger?

On the Big White were several powerful characters: Inch-Finger Snake Wallet.

Then there's a string of small words next to it: Pinch the rabbit's left ear, infuse it with your Blood Qi and qi, or true qi and spiritual power, and you can shrink any object the wallet touches and store it in the wallet.

Next to the smaller text was an even smaller string of words: Hope you didn't throw away this lovely wallet.

Song Shuhang: "..."

Thank goodness! For a split second just now, he really did have the thought of throwing the wallet away!

My haul on the Mysterious Island was so plentiful! I even got the snakeskin bag of the 'One-Inch Finger Snake'.

While pondering, Song Shuhang pinched the rabbit's left ear, channeled his Blood Qi energy, and attached the rabbit's wallet to his backpack.

The next moment, the backpack shrank to the size of a fingernail and was stored in the rabbit wallet by Song Shuhang.

"Great!" Song Shuhang murmured. With this, things will be much more convenient when he goes out!

Carefully putting away the rabbit-shaped wallet, Song Shuhang opened his phone and swiped it.

There is no cell phone signal on the island.

I had originally planned to join the Nine Provinces Number One Group and contact Senior Su Clan’s Seven to ask him to take the 'Dragonbone Withered Vine' to Sixteen. Now it seems I'll have to wait until I get back to a place with a signal before I can contact Senior A-Qi.

In addition, because his phone has no signal, he has not yet received the surprise gift package from Soft Feather.

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There is also a small island in the Pacific Ocean next to the Eastern Sea.

On this day, several giant balls of fire suddenly descended from the sky above the peaceful island.

As the first flame fell, many figures appeared within it.

Among them were two men dressed as airplane pilots, several flight attendants, and many other men and women, including Ji Shuangxue, the daughter of Joseph, Song Shuhang's nominal disciple. These figures landed on the island and lay scattered on the beach, all unconscious.

Next came the second flame, a smaller one containing only two figures—a Black man who was said to be a great street dancer, and a sensible little boy who wanted to meet his parents. They were the ones who had chosen 'YES' when choosing the gates of the 'Ancient City'.

The third ball of flame contained Gao Moumou, Joseph, Tubo, the Zhuge siblings, the Lu Fei sisters, and all the others who had left Heavenly Island by completing the 'deal'.

Within the fourth flame were eight figures covered in blood. Their clothes were tattered and their bodies were dripping with blood, but strangely, they had no wounds on them.

These were all the passengers on the ill-fated plane.

The four flames fell and quickly went out.

All the passengers except Song Shuhang were scattered on the island's beach, unconscious.

About ten minutes later.

A group of primitive people dressed in animal skins and carrying primitive weapons came from deep within the island to the beach. They had been drawn to the beach by the flames that had fallen from the sky.

"It's people, lots of people!" At that moment, a female cavewoman pointed to the passengers on the beach and said in broken Chinese.

Confucius said, "Is it not delightful to have friends coming from afar? These people are friends! We should be happy!" A primitive man who looked like a team leader said earnestly.

As soon as the captain finished speaking, a slightly chubby caveman's eyes lit up. "Confucius said: 'Peel off the skin and you get the flesh!' These people are all energy! I haven't eaten meat in a long time!"

Smack! The captain struck, giving the slightly chubby caveman a hard pat on the head... He's gone crazy for meat!

Wishing everyone a Happy New Year four hours in advance!!!