H City Third-Stage Houtian Lightning Tribulation

After thinking it over, Song Shuhang pressed the left arrow key and deleted the words in his chat box.

He understood that, given the personalities of the group members, even if he popped up to advise them, probably few would listen. And since someone had already taken it and was still alive and kicking, the medicine probably would not poison anyone to death in the short term?

Even so, Song Shuhang felt he could not simply leave them alone. Every medicine carried some poison; what if this Body Tempering Liquid was some kind of slow-acting poison? It might not kill anyone right away, but what if it took lives over time?

So he had to verify this prescription!

He was still worrying over the xianxia chuuni patients in the group.

All in all, Song Shuhang was the sort of person well suited to receiving a good person card.

He picked up the notepad beside him and copied down the thirty ordinary medicinal herb names from Pharmacist's "Body Tempering Liquid" that could be found online.

Song Shuhang had an older female cousin named Zhao Yaya, who studied pharmacology.

Her university had a Chinese medicine department, so Song Shuhang wanted to ask her to find someone and ask whether tossing all thirty of these qi-boosting, blood-nourishing medicines into a pot and simmering them together would produce something capable of killing people.

These herbs for replenishing blood, boosting qi, and restoring vitality should theoretically not kill anyone. But with so many things crammed into a pot to boil and stew, who knew what kind of bizarre concoction they would become in the end?

As for the later names that clearly carried the distinct traits of chuuni syndrome, such as Fresh Overlord Branch and sliced Nine-Yang Scarlet Bamboo, Song Shuhang naturally chose to ignore them. Who knew what those things even were? He was not a chuuni, alright?

If he took those things to ask his cousin about, she would definitely think water had gotten into his brain. Then tomorrow, Song's Mother would surely fly over to Jiangnan City and take him to see doctors in neurology and psychiatry.

"When I go home in two weeks, I'll quietly ask my cousin about it." Song Shuhang thought to himself, hoping the veteran xianxia fans in the group would not kick the bucket in the meantime.

While Song Shuhang copied down the pill formula, the No. 1 Group of the Nine Provinces temporarily quieted down as well. Usually, not many members of the group were online. It seemed that even chuunis had normal lives of their own?

That made sense. No matter what, people had to eat, work, and raise children. Perhaps there were even students like him in this group.

After copying down the thirty herbs in the formula, Song Shuhang stretched lazily. He first checked the weather forecast software in the lower-right corner of his computer.

June 1st, sunny.

June 2nd, sunny.

"Nice weather. I'll go out and get some exercise later." Shuhang felt that his physical condition had worsened, so he decided to exercise more.

But though he thought that, his fingers involuntarily opened the game icon on his computer—he would have a couple of fun rounds first!

Though he had said just a couple of rounds, once the game started, one match after another made it impossible to stop!

Before he knew it, it was already noon.

"Weekend time always passes especially fast." Song Shuhang gave a dry laugh, closed the game, and habitually opened the No. 1 Group of the Nine Provinces.

Take a look when starting up, then another before shutting down, and feel great all day long!

The moment the group window opened, he saw that Northern River Loose Cultivator, who was frequently online, had indeed logged in.

There were already quite a few chat records inside.

Northern River Loose Cultivator: "Brother Pharmacist, your pill-refining skills are truly beyond reproach. I tried refining ten batches of the revised Body Tempering Liquid, and eight actually succeeded. The medicinal effect was even better than imagined. Unfortunately, this Body Tempering Liquid is only effective for those newly entering cultivation. It is of little use to a loose cultivator like me, but it will be greatly useful to seniors like True Monarch Yuyue of the Daluo Sect and several others with many disciples and descendants. Once Senior Yudie and the others receive this pill formula, they'll owe you a huge favor, Brother Pharmacist."

Wandering Monk Tongxuan also popped up and sent a thumbs-up.

Northern River Loose Cultivator immediately laughed. "I nearly forgot, Master Tongxuan, you also raise a whole group of little monks under your wing. Brother Pharmacist, it seems another person now owes you a favor."

Wandering Monk Tongxuan sent another smiling face, then went back to lurking.

Northern River Loose Cultivator replied with a smiling face. He felt that cultivating something like "Silence Meditation" was utterly balls-aching. If not for the chat group letting Master Tongxuan send punctuation marks and emojis, he probably would not even be able to communicate with people, right? The Buddhist sect was just this balls-aching—so not letting that great monk fool him into becoming a little novice monk back then had truly been the right choice!

About ten-odd minutes later, Mad Saber Three Waves came online. "Fairy Yurouzi~~ Fairy Yurouzi, if you're here, please be sure to answer me!"

At the same time, he spammed a whole row of crying and kneeling emojis.

"Oh, Friend Three Waves hasn't been online these past few days. Where did you go to enter seclusion?" Northern River Loose Cultivator asked with a wicked grin. He was knowingly asking the question.

"Seclusion my ass!" Three Waves sent a voice message, his voice choked with sobs. "Three days ago, Spirit Butterfly Venerable, that 'great senior,' came to visit me and stayed at my house for another three days. Then, you know what happened, aaaaah..."

"Hehe." Northern River Loose Cultivator declared that he absolutely would not sympathize with Three Waves. Those who sought death themselves were not worth pitying!

"@Feathery Yurouzi, beautiful Fairy Yurouzi, please come out and see Lang! I have an urgent matter to beg of you!" Three Waves wailed. Lang was Three Waves' surname. His secular given name was Lang San.

"?" Feathery Yurouzi came online and sent a question mark.

"Fairy, you finally came out. I have an unreasonable request—please, you absolutely must take your father, who has a severe daughter fixation, back home. Lang is begging on his knees!" Three Waves sent an OTZ kneeling emoji.

"Hehe." Feathery Yurouzi sent a smiling emoji. A moment later, she slowly sent a single sentence. "This old man has a severe daughter fixation?"

Eh? Wait, something seemed wrong.

This old man? Good heavens, it was Spirit Butterfly Venerable using his daughter's account again?

Crack. What had shattered? Three Waves' fragile heart.

That old fellow really did have a severe daughter fixation, didn't he? He was always logging into his own daughter's account. Was there no privacy left in this world?

"..." Northern River Loose Cultivator felt that the twitching at the corner of his mouth could no longer stop. At last, he kindly reminded him, "By the way, Brother Three Waves. Miss Yurouzi is probably refining the revised Body Tempering Liquid right now, isn't she?"

So Miss Yurouzi would not be coming online anytime soon.

And then, there was no then.

Mad Saber Three Waves disconnected... disconnected, not logged off.

"Pfft!" Song Shuhang laughed out loud in delight.

His mood was pleasant.

Yet after reading the chat records for over ten days, he felt that the people in the group did not quite seem like ordinary chuuni patients. The things revealed in their words were too real, simply unlike something imagined through delusions.

This thought only flashed through Shuhang's mind for an instant.

"Could it be that I've read too many of their chat records and become assimilated by them?" The thought gave Song Shuhang a cold sweat.

He had long passed the age of chuuni syndrome, but who did not have an "ah, those were the days"?

The experiences brought by his old dreams of being a great hero, a martial arts master, or Superman were black history he never wanted to face for the rest of his life. Whenever he recalled them, he felt so ashamed that he wanted to die, wanted to forget, wanted to forget them!

So he absolutely could not be assimilated by the people in that group.

"Time to eat." He reached out, preparing to close the No. 1 Group of the Nine Provinces.

Just as he was about to close the group, Northern River Loose Cultivator sent another message. "Ah Qi, has one of your juniors finished crossing their tribulation? Why hasn't there been any news at all?"

Su Clan's A-Seven replied, "They're about to begin. It'll start in a few hours."

Northern River Loose Cultivator asked again, "Where are they crossing the tribulation? Do you need help?"

"They're crossing the tribulation in the Suburbs of H City. Don't worry, my A-Sixteen is extraordinarily talented. A mere Third-Stage Houtian advancement lightning tribulation is child's play for her; she'll pass it as easily as sprinkling water. Just wait for my A-Sixteen to advance to Fourth-Stage Xiantian, then find chances to challenge all of you, wahahaha." Su Clan's A-Seven laughed heartily, sounding extremely relaxed.

"Then I'm relieved. That little A-Sixteen truly is quite gifted. A Third-Stage Houtian lightning tribulation should not stump her." Northern River Loose Cultivator replied.

After that, the group returned to silence.

Song Shuhang scratched his chin. H City?

Wasn't that right next to the Jiangnan Region? Speaking of which, the university town where he was located lay in the area where Jiangnan City bordered H City and J City.

H City was a small city in China, yet despite its small size, its economy was exceptionally developed. It was a famous shopping paradise in China, said to have nothing that could not be bought, whether in heaven or on earth. Of course, illegal goods were excluded.

If they were crossing a tribulation in H City, would the Jiangnan Region be able to see it?

"I'm an idiot." Song Shuhang laughed. Was he actually taking the things the group members said seriously?

A lightning tribulation, really? The sky was cloudless for ten thousand miles, and the sun shone brightly. There could not possibly be a thunderstorm, could there?

Besides, this was not several years ago. Weather forecasts were very accurate now. At least for the weather over the next three days, if it said sunny, there would be no thunderstorms or torrential rain.

"Since the weather's nice, I'll go to the bookstore after lunch!" Song Shuhang muttered.