Stop singing-we're on your side!

Song Shuhang slowly opened his eyes.

This time I was really awake, because my head felt cold and I felt dizzy and lightheaded, which was really uncomfortable.

Outside, the sun is high in the sky; a new day has begun.

It's Monday today, so let's call him 'The Vajra Gentleman Saber' today...

"Oh, you're awake." The Dharma King Creation, with his dashing black hair, sat down next to Song Shuhang and smiled.

Song Shuhang rubbed his eyes. "Huh? Senior Creation? What are you doing here?"

It would be normal for the Manor Lord Seven Lives Talisman, Young Master Phoenix Slayer, or Venerable White to be by his side, but why is it the Dharma King Creation who is responsible for guarding him?

"Well, how should I put it?" the Dharma King Creation said somewhat embarrassedly, "When you were dreaming, you kept calling my name over and over again for some reason. It was really quite embarrassing. Then, Seven Lives Talisman called me over."

The Dharma King Creation is particularly uncomfortable right now; he and Song Shuhang haven't even had any formal contact, have they?

At most, it was True Lord Yellow Mountain or other fellow Daoists who introduced the level of his Daoist title to young friend Shuhang, right? Why does young friend Shuhang keep calling his name over and over in his dreams? This must be putting a lot of pressure on him.

What? Repeating the name of the Dharma King Creation over and over again?

Holy crap!!

It must be because I wanted my hair to grow long, and then I started thinking about the Dharma King Creation. But I never expected to talk in my sleep...

Song Shuhang was incredibly embarrassed at this moment.

"Ahem, well, young friend Shuhang, is there something important you wanted to see me about?" the Dharma King Creation asked cautiously.

Song Shuhang quickly seized the opportunity to explain, "Haha, I do indeed have something I'd like to ask Senior Creation for advice on! I just had a nightmare, and the way to break free from that nightmare is exactly what I need to ask Senior Creation for!"

Upon hearing this, the Dharma King Creation secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Young friend Shuhang, please speak. Oh, by the way, I heard that Shuhang have taken seven Daoist names? What was your name again today?"

"Zhou Yi's Daoist name should be 'Vajra Gentleman Saber,' right?" Song Shuhang chuckled dryly, then said, "Actually, I wanted to ask Senior Creation if there was any way to make my hair grow back in a short time, just like you did!"

Upon hearing this, the Dharma King Creation burst into laughter.

"I thought young friend Shuhang wanted to ask about something, but it turns out it's just this little spell." After saying that, he glanced at Song Shuhang's bald head and felt a sense of kinship welled up in his heart—both of them were men trying to get rid of their bald image!

"Senior Creation, is there a requirement when casting this spell? With my current level, can I cultivate it?" Song Shuhang asked.

He feared that if this hair-growth spell required Third-Grade, Fourth-Grade, or even higher cultivation level to use, he would be left only to watch helplessly.

"Don't worry, your Second-Grade- grade strength is more than enough to cast this minor spell," said the Dharma King Creation.

Song Shuhang's eyes lit up immediately. "Please teach me this spell, senior."

Then, remembering the custom in the Nine Provinces Number One Group, he added, "Also, is there anything you need, senior? Or rather, what can I use to exchange for this spell?"

Even if it's just a minor spell, if it wasn't shared by our predecessors, then we should all contribute something to learn it, even if it's just a Spirit Stone.

"It's just a minor spell, you don't need to pay any price," said the Dharma King Creation, stroking his chin. But after thinking for a moment, he added, "However, if you really feel bad about it... how about listening to me sing a song? I recently composed a new song, which I haven't sung for anyone else yet. You can be my audience and give me your feedback, how about that?"

"Senior Creation can actually compose and write original songs? Amazing! Senior, please sing, I'm all ears," Song Shuhang exclaimed in admiration.

When the Dharma King Creation doesn't use his "War Buddha True Body," he's naturally the kind of unrestrained, dashing, and handsome guy with a real star quality.

"Then I'll sing!" The Dharma King Creation's brows lit up with joy. He pinched his throat and tested the sound, "Ah~~ Ah ah ah~ Ah ah~~"

Judging from the way he auditioned, he looked very professional and had a great presence.

"Do you need any musical instruments for the soundtrack, senior?" Song Shuhang asked.

The Dharma King Creation replied, "No need, I'll just sing you a short song."

Then, the Dharma King began to chant.

"Clang, clang, clang? ~~ La la la la? ~~ Open attacks are easy to dodge? ~~ Hidden arrows are hard to guard against? ~~ I stand atop the city wall? ~~ Looking down, the enemy is at the gates~ Oh oh oh~~"

I was so impressed I almost fell over!

The destructive power of that sound was completely indescribable.

Furthermore, when the Dharma King Creation spoke, waves of sound spread out like the shockwave of a nuclear explosion, causing all-encompassing damage to the surrounding area, regardless of defense or whether it was friend or foe.

Song Shuhang was the first to be hit, and he was completely stunned.

What happened? What's wrong with my ears?

Song Shuhang felt as if he had transformed into a helpless little boat, tossed about in angry waves and storms, with the possibility of capsizing at any moment.

What happened? What exactly occurred?

Am I going to die?

At the same time, a lot of panicked shouts came from outside. There were also sounds of people falling down, things being overturned, and general chaos.

"What's going on? Who's singing? Who's using Sonic Wave Technique?"

"That singing... no doubt about it, it's the 'Soul Song King' Dharma King Creation speaking!"

"My ears, my ears~~"

"It's the Dharma King Creation? Oh my god... No, no, Mom, save me!"

"Fellow Daoist Creation, stop singing... we're on the same side!"

"He's dying, he's dying, he's going to die! Someone stop the Dharma King, stop him!"

"My ears are pregnant, help me..."

"The whole team is wiped out! The whole team is going to be wiped out!"

"I choose to die, die, die!"

"Your Dharma King, please stop singing! If you stop, we can still be good friends! splatter (sound of blood spurting)"

"Cease fire! Cease fire! It's... it's friendly fire!"

"Oh no, my ear is going to miscarry..."

"Quickly puncture your own eardrums! Hurry! That way there's still a chance to save him."

"Eastern Fairy, let's dance to balance things out! Eh... Eastern Fairy, what's wrong, Fairy of the ＠＃％×Fairy? Eastern Fairy!"

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I don't know how much time has passed, perhaps as long as a century.

Song Shuhang sat blankly on the bed, looking completely lost.

A terrifying sonic attack!

Note that this is not an adjective, but rather a description of the terrifying sonic spells, similar to Lion's Roar, that accompany the Dharma King Creation's singing.

Brainwashing with Demonic Voice... true brainwashing. Sound waves rush directly into the brain through the ears, constantly churning and turning the mind upside down.

If an ordinary person heard this terrifying sound, wouldn't they become an idiot?

Even weaker cultivators would go crazy, right?

Outside the house.

"Is it over? That terrifying sound... Did I survive?"

"Fellow Daoist Snow Wolf, what were you saying just now? I could only see your mouth moving, but I couldn't hear any sound."

"It's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark." These two lines of lyrics are echoing in my head. How terrifying, when will I ever forget this sound?

"Don't sing, fellow Daoist of Ancient Lake Abbey, don't sing it out loud. Otherwise, I feel like I'll start singing it out myself."

"The house needs to be rebuilt; it's completely ruined."

"Say nothing more... Northern River Beihe, the important thing is that we are still alive."

"Huh?" Amidst the groans of the seniors, stood a tall girl with flowing black hair and long legs. "Am I the only one who thinks that Senior Creation's song is actually quite good?"

"That's what Soft Feather murmured."

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Inside the room.

After the song, the Dharma King Creation was in a good mood.

As a MT (Mage Tank), you must possess a powerful taunt skill. The Dharma King Creation's singing ability surpasses any taunt skill. He'll start singing at the drop of a hat, and he'll sing loudly whenever he wants.

After finishing the song, the Dharma King, in a state of high spirits, began to teach Song Shuhang the minor spell of 'Hair-Growth Technique'. Because he was in a great mood, he taught Song Shuhang the spell step by step, hand in hand.

Song Shuhang, however, remained like a wooden puppet, passively accepting the teachings of the Dharma King Creation.

Hair-Growth Technique is a great little spell, and it's easy to learn.

The only inconvenience is that the length of the hair that grows out is not easy to control. It might only grow a few stubbles at a time, but it might grow into waist-length hair in one go.

But that's okay, if the hair gets too long, you can use the spell again. And if it gets too long, you can cut it!

Song Shuhang didn't even know how he learned this spell. He was like a robot; whatever the Dharma King Creation taught him, he remembered. Whatever the Dharma King Creation instructed him to do, he did.

Then, a 'Hair-Growth Technique' was cast on his forehead, and soon, a head of shoulder-length hair was grown by the 'Hair-Growth Technique'.

Her black hair was healthy and shiny, shining like a black pearl.

"Well then, young friend Song Shuhang... oh wait... Vajra Gentleman Saber, I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave now. You should rest well. Also, the 'Cultivator Trade Conference' is starting today. Don't miss it, you might even snag a few good items." The Dharma King Creation patted Song Shuhang on the shoulder, laughed heartily, and left... in a very pleasant mood.

"The Cultivator Trade Conference." Song Shuhang mechanically muttered these words—it's finally starting, this fair.

However, for Song Shuhang, the Trade Conference was just a formality. His most important task now was to pack his bags.

Next, a month-long space trip was beckoning him.

What kind of luggage should I pack?

Eating and drinking can be solved with 'Grain-Repelling Pill' (a fasting pill), so it's not a problem.

But we'll have to figure out how to deal with our own excrement and saliva. Otherwise, in space, we might end up covered in our own excrement and saliva.

What else?