360. A Wonderful Dream Once Again

Are these guys on the ground sick? Aren't they normal men?

"Oh right, I almost forgot that I'm also a male cultivator." Song Shuhang patted his forehead. Eyes are always like that; they can see others at a glance, but often fail to see themselves.

After saying that, he turned to Jiang Ziyan Ziyan said, "Why don't you come and help that Miss Chu Chu apply the medicine? I'll let some blood out to activate the medicinal properties of the new herbs?"

"Okay." Jiang Ziyan nodded; it was nothing to do anyway.

Venerable White spoke up again, "I need to mark these experimental subjects so that they can be collected after Fellow Ziyan finishes applying the medicine to Miss Chu Chu."

To obtain the ultimate techniques of the Thirty-Three Beast God Sect, one must start with these experimental subjects; Venerable White has his own plans.

"Okay." Jiang Ziyan nodded. The number of experimental subjects had increased significantly all of a sudden.

Fortunately, she brought a flying artifact with her this time, which can transport all the experimental subjects back!

Inside the tent, Chu Chu stared blankly at the top of the tent.

Song Shuhang had previously given her a guarantee, saying that he would bring Venerable White to the 'Immortal Severing Platform' to watch the competition. If that happened... even if the 'Chu Aristocratic Clan' lost the Immortal Severing Platform Battle, they would still have a chance to preserve their lineage.

Unfortunately, she couldn't contribute anything to the battle of the "Immortal Severing Platform." If she could, she truly wished she could get out of bed, even if it meant dying on the Immortal Severing Platform, it would be better than lying here enduring this torment.

Just as she was lost in thought, the tent entrance was lifted, and two figures entered.

One of them was Song Shuhang, whose bald head, which reflected sunlight, was very conspicuous.

One of them was a petite woman with short purple hair and eyes that occasionally flashed with red light, giving her a kind of sinister charm.

Song Shuhang smiled slightly at Chu Chu and said, "Miss Chu Chu, it's time to change your dressing."

"Change the medication?" Chu Chu looked at Shuhang in confusion, then her eyes suddenly lit up. "Is it a new medication? Will it help me recover faster?"

Song Shuhang chuckled dryly and comforted him, "Ha, it won't make you recover faster. Well, the new medicine can remove all the hidden dangers of your injury. But don't worry, the Immortal Severing Platform Battle the Chu Aristocratic Clan and the Void Sword Sect is definitely not as terrible as you imagine. Don't despair." After all, Miss Soft Feather is there.

The girl gave a Chu Chu smile, "I was too impatient."

Jiang Ziyan glanced at Chu Chu and sighed, "Tsk tsk, the injury is really bad. Even worse than the Medicine Master described."

"Come on, Shuhang, let me bleed you. My time is very precious." Jiang Ziyan opened the paper cover of the new ointment—she needed to get back to the Medicine Master as soon as possible.

"Alright." After saying that, Song Shuhang stretched out his wrist, grabbed the Overlord Shatter Saber, and slashed his wrist with a particularly bold gesture!

It's strange. He felt he should have some psychological barriers to bloodletting himself for the first time, but now he's doing it so skillfully. Could it be that he's done it before?

After the knife was slashed, blood spurted out and landed precisely on the ointment in Jiang Ziyan's hand.

The male monk's blood immediately caused a change in the ointment; the originally dark paste turned reddish-brown, and bubbly substances appeared on its surface. The entire ointment seemed to be boiling.

"Is that enough, Miss Ziyan?" Song Shuhang inquired...

The girl with Ziyan nodded. "That's enough."

"Then please, Miss Ziyan, stop the bleeding for me~" Song Shuhang. He felt that he had cut himself a bit too boldly just now, making the incision a bit too big and the blood spurting out a bit too fast.

Jiang Ziyan blinked. "I don't know how to stop a wound."

"What?" Song Shuhang's eyes widened. "Aren't you the Medicine Master's disciple? How come you don't even know how to stop a wound?"

Seemingly sensing the meaning in Song Shuhang's eyes, Jiang Ziyan innocently said, "I'm a self-taught cultivator, and besides, I'm only the Medicine Master's disciple in name only. Also, if we're only talking about cultivation level, I'm actually a little bit higher than the Medicine Master."

Tears streaming down his face, Song Shuhang clutched his wounded wrist, rushed out of the tent, and ran towards Venerable White: "Senior White ~~ Help me~~"

The Chu Chu girl in the hospital bed. "..."

Jiang Ziyan shrugged. "I knew it! Why did Shuhang make such a big opening just now? I thought he was going to show off in front of the pretty girls."

As she spoke, Jiang Ziyan lifted the blanket covering Chu Chu and glanced at her chest. "Tsk tsk, completely flat."

The girl's Chu Chu twitched.

Jiang Ziyan began to treat the wound on Chu Chu's chest. She skillfully removed the old ointment and applied a new one. Although she had only become a disciple of the Medicine Master later in life, she had been with the Medicine Master for so many years, and she was still quite capable of performing simple dressing changes.

When the new ointment was applied, Chu Chu's eyes widened. A burning sensation came from the wound, followed by excruciating pain—so painful that her eyes turned red! A cooing sound like a pigeon escaped her throat.

"Oh dear, I forgot to tell you, this ointment will sting a little when you apply it, just bear with it!" Jiang Ziyan chuckled, then thoughtfully and carefully covered Chu Chu back with the blanket.

Chu Chu grinned – what's the point of saying this now? The pain is already over.

Jiang Ziyan smiled and said, "Well then, young lady, we'll meet again someday. I have other things to attend to, so I won't stay with you. If you need any emotional support, I can call my friend Song Shuhang back so we can have a chat."

Young friend Song Shuhang is a good person. Good people should all have an innate talent for comforting young girls. After comforting the heartbroken girls, he'll be given a fresh 'good guy card' by them...

Chu Chu took a breath and gently shook her head.

"Then focus on recovering from your injury and don't worry about anything else. Things will work themselves out. If there are things you can't control, just let nature take its course." In the end, Jiang Ziyan offered a few words of comfort, then stretched, got up, and left the tent.

Behind her, Chu Chu, having barely endured the excruciating pain of the ointment being applied, sighed, "Things will work themselves out, right...? But if I want to participate in the Immortal Severing Platform Battle, how can things possibly straighten out? I can't even get up to compete..."

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Afterwards, Jiang Ziyan summoned a huge colorful cloud, grabbed the entire 'Wolf One Gang' and carried them away quickly.

These colorful clouds are a type of flying magical artifact. Although they are not as fast as flying swords, they have a higher passenger capacity. The difference between the two is roughly like that between a sports car and a large bus.

After Jiang Ziyan left, Venerable White did not take Shuhang and the others away from the island... The Venerable continued to mysteriously cause trouble near the island for a long time.

Night falls, and the stars and moon shine brightly.

Since Venerable White did not choose to leave the island, Song Shuhang and the others had no choice but to spend the night on the island.

After saying goodnight to Doudou, the Venerable, and the little monk, Song Shuhang crawled into his tent. Perhaps because he had experienced too much that morning, a wave of fatigue washed over him as soon as he lay down. He quickly fell asleep.

Shortly after closing his eyes... he had another strange dream.

In his dream, he became a cute little girl, like a doll, alone in a room. The room was furnished with some simple objects, but they all looked quite old. For example, the television, as big as a cabinet, had a Black White screen and was playing some silly-looking commercials.

Once you've experienced it, you'll be in your life... twice you'll become familiar with it. Upon seeing such a realistic dream, Song Shuhang knew that he had once again inadvertently entered someone's 'Life Experience Dream'.

Although he didn't know why he was "dreaming" about other people's life experiences, it wasn't the first time, and he gradually got used to his strange dreaming ability.

So, after the Altar Master, the rogue Li Tiansu, Onion Lady, what is the identity of this new person?

Has someone recently placed another curse on him? Or did he experience something on the Mysterious Island?

As he was pondering this, a gentle female voice sounded in Song Shuhang's ear, "Chu Chu, it's getting late, you should get some rest."

"Okay, Master's wife, I just finished my meditation practice. I'll watch TV for a while and then go to sleep." Then, the girl in Song Shuhang's dream responded in a cute loli voice.

Chu Chu?

Could it be Chu Chu from the Chu Aristocratic Clan, the Chu Chu girl squeezed flat in the tent next to mine?

Why would I dream about her?

If dreaming about the Altar Master's life experiences is because of the Altar Master's 'curse' on him...

The dream about Li Tiansu's life is because Spirit Ghost has devoured Li Tiansu's energy, and the bronze ring on his finger is also a factor.

In my dream, I dreamt of Onion Lady and ended up eating most of her onion sprouts.

But what's with dreaming about Miss Chu Chu? We don't have that kind of close relationship, do we? I've never received any gifts from her.

Never mind... no matter what, I've already dreamt of Chu Chu's life.

So what will I dream about this time?

"Get some rest. Tomorrow you'll be able to begin practicing the family's secret Sword Formula. Make sure you're in good shape," the gentle female voice said with a smile.

Learning the Sword Formula? The root of the conflict between the Chu Aristocratic Clan and the Void Sword Sect —that Sword Formula?

In my dream, Chu Chu was going to start learning that Sword Formula tomorrow?

"Understood, Master's wife. I will take good care of myself and I will definitely master that <Sword Formula> and revitalize our Chu Aristocratic Clan!" Young Chu Chu clenched her fists tightly and said confidently.

"Haha, your master's wife believes in you." The gentle voice affectionately patted Chu Chu's head. This disciple of hers was the most outstanding genius of the Chu Aristocratic Clan in two hundred years. Perhaps, under her guidance, the Chu Aristocratic Clan could really be revitalized.

"But, Master's wife, please let me watch the program that's going to air later first, otherwise I won't be able to sleep peacefully," Chu Chu said in a coquettish tone.

The master's wife patted Chu Chu, both amused and exasperated. "Alright, don't watch for too long... go to bed early. If it affects your cultivation tomorrow, your master will definitely take the TV away."

"I know, I will definitely pay attention to my condition." Chu Chu clenched her fist tightly.

[Even though he knew he was just dreaming, the thought of being in the body of a little girl and speaking in such a coquettish tone still gave him goosebumps.] Song Shuhang thought to himself.

In the dream, the mistress seemed quite at ease with Chu Chu. After giving her a few more instructions, she left Chuchu Chu Chu in the room to watch TV, not worried that the little girl would get engrossed in the program.

The television screen was somewhat dim, but Xiao Chu Chu was engrossed in watching it.

About half an hour later, the TV program ended, and Xiao Chu Chu went to turn it off and climbed back into bed to sleep. Soon, she drifted off to sleep.

Sleeping in a dream.

This feeling is quite peculiar.

The second day in my dream.

When Xiao Chu Chu woke up early in the morning, she first meditated to replenish her energy; then she practiced a set of simple boxing techniques in her room to exercise her body and activate her blood Blood Qi.

Then her gentle teacher's wife came over and lovingly prepared a nutritious breakfast for her.

Then, a stern-looking middle-aged man came to Xiao Chu Chu and began to give her some serious instructions.

This part of the dream sequence unfolded in Song Shuhang's experience in a 'fast-forward' mode.

Unlike Onion Lady's agonizing dream of "If I were an onion," Little Chu Chu's dreams are much simpler, with everyday scenes flashing by—this kind of plot jump is the right way to experience dreams.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be embarrassing if Song Shuhang had to go through every single thing Little Chu Chu did – eating, drinking, pooping, and urinating?

The plot twists, and the scene Song Shuhang sees begins to change.

Finally, in the dream, Xiao Chu Chu was taken by a dignified middle-aged man to a heavily guarded basement.

"Chu Chu, this secret room contains the greatest secret of our Chu Aristocratic Clan —the mysterious <Sword Formula>! The origin of this <Sword Formula> is shrouded in mystery; even our Chu Aristocratic Clan doesn't know its true name. But its power is boundless. According to the Chu Aristocratic Clan elders who obtained it, it's a sword technique that directly leads to the Fifth-Grade Golden Core stage! After you enter, you must calm your mind and carefully comprehend it. How much you can glean from the <Sword Formula> depends on your comprehension. Go in, Chu Chu," the dignified middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

He didn't tell Chu Chu any specific details about the <Sword Formula>, because even if he did, it would be useless. That Sword Formula wasn't some ordinary cultivation method recorded in words!

Chu Chu nodded silently and entered the secret room.

Inside the secret chamber, there were two golden crystals emitting light, illuminating the entire chamber.

Once inside, she looked around and saw four huge canvases hanging on the walls of the secret chamber.

On the canvas, a cultivator in a blue Daoist robe stands with his hands behind his back, a blue short sword resting on the back of his hand. Just by standing there, one can feel the aura of a master, his appearance extraordinary.

"Huh... uh..." Song Shuhang was stunned for a long time when he saw the man on the canvas.

A cyan Daoist robe and a blue short sword.

And that familiar look.

If he wasn't mistaken—the man on the canvas was surnamed Li, named Tian Su. He was a rogue cultivator, at the Fifth-Grade Spirit Emperor Realm. Furthermore, if Song Shuhang remembered correctly, he also had a daughter who was critically ill and beyond cure.