This is Just a USB Drive

Chapter 47: It's Just a USB Drive

"What? Why ask that?" Song Shuhang asked, confused.

"Because yesterday at noon, I saw someone asking around the school for information on 'Jiangnan University Town's Song Shuhang.' They were looking for your class, age, address, and close associates. Since it felt a bit off, I took note of it. Oh, right, I'm part of the school's news department," Zhuge Yue said with a smile.

"Someone's investigating me?" Song Shuhang blinked. He hadn't offended anyone recently, had he?

Pharmacist had mentioned someone was tracking him, and perhaps they saw him with Pharmacist and decided to gather intel on him as well. But Pharmacist had only arrived this morning!

Also, yesterday evening, he'd beaten up some thugs for saving a damsel in distress. But that was yesterday evening, and it had nothing to do with yesterday noon!

Song Shuhang couldn't recall any leads.

"Anyway, I think you should be careful lately. Someone might be looking to ambush you. That's all I have to say. I have to go now, wish you well," Zhuge Yue giggled, patted Song Shuhang's shoulder, and then left the dorm humming.

"Thanks," Song Shuhang replied.

If someone was planning to ambush him, he wasn't afraid. But the other party wasn't just investigating him; they were also looking into the details of his friends and family.

This made him feel uneasy.

In any case... it was best to be cautious.

He'd ask Pharmacist when he arrived about a way to find out who was investigating him behind the scenes. Pharmacist seemed very experienced in anti-tracking.

Thinking this, Song Shuhang entered the bedroom.

Gao Moumou was still lying there like a dead dog, unmoving. Shuhang asked worriedly, "Gao Moumou, are you okay?"

"Shuhang, I've been defiled," Gao Moumou mumbled.

"That's a terrible word choice. You're not some ancient virgin maiden, so don't use such disgusting language," Song Shuhang patted Gao Moumou, then took the opportunity to ask, "By the way, was that Zhuge Yue just now a guy?"

Gao Moumou's face immediately turned pale. After a long pause, he shook his head bitterly, "No."

"So it's a girl? Are you trying to die?! Why are you acting so broken after being kissed by a girl? You're just pretending, you know!" Song Shuhang forcefully patted Gao Moumou. "Don't worry, I have a tight lip. I definitely won't let your girlfriend know about today. Just think of it as a stroke of luck, a romantic encounter!"

However, Gao Moumou's expression turned even uglier, and he shook his head with even more difficulty.

"What does your shaking your head mean? Could it be... Zhuge Yue isn't a girl either? Then what is it? Don't tell me they're intersex or a transvestite?" Song Shuhang was confused.

"Neither... How should I put it? You guys wouldn't understand this kind of thing," Gao Moumou tilted his head, looking utterly despondent.

This guy was beyond saving.

"Alright, you just keep lying there like a corpse," Song Shuhang patted Gao Moumou.

Then he hummed a tune and walked to the balcony, staring at the sky.

He wondered what the Flying Sword Transmission would be like.

After maintaining his lifeless state for over ten minutes, Gao Moumou numbly got up and washed his face. "Shuhang, Tu Bo said he wants to have a few drinks tonight and wants us to gather at Yang De's place. What do you think, are you free?"

Song Shuhang thought for a moment and replied, "No problem, but a friend is coming over to collect some things later, so I might be a bit late. I'll head over around six!"

"Then I'll go ahead. Today... I'm going to get thoroughly drunk," Gao Moumou said with a mournful face.

"Drown your sorrows?" Song Shuhang chuckled.

Gao Moumou nodded and pushed open the dorm door. "Then I'll head off. Remember to come early."

"Sure, no problem."

***

Time ticked by.

Song Shuhang felt like he must look like the 'Waiting Wife Stone' right now, his gaze fixed on the sky, his heart filled with anticipation.

About twenty minutes later, at 4:07 PM.

Pharmacist finally had news. He called, "Little friend Shuhang, Master Tongxuan's Flying Sword Transmission is about to arrive. I'm coming to your place now. Is anyone there?"

"No problem, my roommates are going out for drinks tonight, so I'm the only one in the dorm right now," Song Shuhang replied quickly.

"Wait for me, I'll be there soon." Pharmacist hung up.

Two minutes later.

Pharmacist arrived beside Song Shuhang.

"They're here!" he laughed heartily.

"Do we need to do anything?" Song Shuhang asked. "Or can we just sit here and wait?"

"Watch me." Pharmacist returned to the balcony, then pointed at the sky again. His two middle fingers turned bright red and flickered.

Song Shuhang stared at the sky. In the distance, a light flashed in the sky, rapidly flying towards Pharmacist's direction.

The light grew closer and closer, moving at an extremely high speed—a sword-like object could be vaguely seen.

"Such an open display of Flying Sword Transmission, and no attempt at camouflage?" A realization suddenly dawned on Song Shuhang. In recent years, all those UFOs and strange aerial phenomena people often photograph... could they actually be cultivators performing Flying Sword Transmission, or perhaps just flying on their swords?

This is dangerous for cultivators. Technology is advancing rapidly, and every country has anti-aircraft guns and airborne interception cannons. What if they get shot down by such weapons?

While Song Shuhang was lost in thought, the flying sword had already landed beside Pharmacist.

It was a sharp, small black iron sword, hovering silently above Pharmacist's reddened finger. It floated without any visible support, completely defying the world's physical laws.

Song Shuhang remained calm. The day his worldview shattered, he had already discarded half of the physics knowledge he'd learned over eighteen years. If not for the fact that physical laws still applied in the mortal world, he would have thrown the other half to the dogs.

"Huh? Where's the manual?" Song Shuhang suddenly asked. He had imagined the flying sword would be carrying a large package, perhaps containing many thread-bound books or beast-skin scrolls.

But this small black iron sword had nothing attached to it; it was completely empty.

"Did it get lost during the flight?" Song Shuhang wondered.

"The manual is right here." Pharmacist reached out, and the black iron sword landed steadily in his hand. Then, he detached a thumb-sized jade cylinder from the hilt of the sword, resembling a jade thumb ring.

A jade cylinder? Seeing this object, a name immediately popped into Song Shuhang's mind, and he blurted out, "A Legacy Jade Slip?"

Some call them inheritance jade slips, or dharma-conveying jade slips.

This is one of those things protagonists in cultivation novels must obtain. Just stick it to your head, and the cultivation techniques, mental cultivation methods, and such will be imprinted directly into your brain! Even an idiot could memorize an entire complete technique!

"You're overthinking it..." Pharmacist shrugged. "A Legacy Jade Slip is incredibly precious, a treasure in itself. It's only used to record peerless techniques that 'cannot be recorded by conventional means.' Ordinary foundational cultivation methods like this aren't worth the trouble of using a Legacy Jade Slip."

Only those peerless techniques containing the laws of heaven and earth, the ultimate truths of the Great Dao, which could not be recorded by writing. Even if one forcibly recorded them, they would be erased by the power of the Great Dao in the universe. That's why precious artifacts like Legacy Jade Slips were needed for their recording.

"Then what is this?" Song Shuhang inquired.

"It's just a regular USB drive. Honestly, as human technology advances, cultivators find many of the inventions quite useful. A small USB drive can hold the content of an entire scripture repository from the past, and even include videos. It's incredibly convenient." Pharmacist calmly shattered Song Shuhang's fantasy once more.

So painful, Mom, my liver hurts!