Time City

Another apology? Song Blockhead?

This is the third time I've been mistaken for someone else. The first time was with the bamboo shoot hidden in the treasure of the 'Manor Lord Seven Lives Talisman'. Not only did it mistake me for someone else, it also gave me a hard blow.

The second time was when he "Dream Entry" and returned to his memories of his "Mysterious Island," where he saw the Little White Dragon in the underground tomb of the Chrysanthemum Pig. The Little White Dragon also dealt him a heavy blow, and again mistook him for someone else.

And now, the master of the Jadewater Pavilion in front of him has also mistaken him for someone else.

Song Shuhang stared directly at the languid black-haired woman before him. "Senior... who is Song Blockhead?"

Could it be that I am the reincarnation of a cultivator from ancient times?

"Song Blockhead," the black-haired woman said lazily, tilting her head back as she lay in her rocking chair, seemingly lost in thought. "He was a fellow Daoist of mine from a very, very long time ago. We were on fairly good terms. Now, I don't know how many years have passed, and I don't even know if he's still alive... I haven't seen him in a very long time."

"Senior, am I his reincarnation?" Song Shuhang asked the question he most wanted to know.

Although I haven't had any contact with them, cultivators do indeed experience Reincarnation. As long as they don't die in a 'heavenly Heavenly Tribulation's or are Body-and-Soul Annihilation by their opponent, cultivators still have a chance to enter Reincarnation.

"Hmm... that's the only thing that's impossible." The black-haired woman lay back, looking at Song Shuhang, and said lazily, "Because that Song Blockhead doesn't have an afterlife. If he wants to reincarnate... the only options are possession or entering a puppet's body."

If it were a case of possession, Song Shuhang wouldn't be Song Shuhang anymore, but rather the 'Song Blockhead' the black-haired woman was talking about.

If a 'puppet body' is used, then this 'Song Blockhead' will be even less able to connect with Song Shuhang.

If that's the case, and I have no connection to the 'ancient cultivator' the black-haired woman spoke of, why have I been mistaken for him repeatedly? Since I've been mistaken for him repeatedly... there must be some 'Cause and Effect' involved.

Song Shuhang asked again, "Are we very similar?"

The similarity he referred to was not just in appearance, but something deeper.

No two leaves are exactly alike in this world. Similarly, no two people are exactly alike.

Among cultivators, judging people is not as simple as just looking at their 'appearance'. However, whether it was Bamboo Shoot, White Dragon, or the languid black-haired woman in front of him, he had mistaken them all!

"How should I put it... In terms of appearance alone, you two only look slightly alike. But your souls and the aura you exude make it easy for others to mistake one for the other. It's quite unexpected, are you his descendant?" The languid black-haired woman tilted her head back and continued, "I remember he once had a Daoist partner. Perhaps, you are his sole heir, which would explain it."

"Descendants?" Song Shuhang shook his head. His family had moved several times for various reasons, and their ancestral genealogy had long been lost. The longest they could trace back to was his grandfather's father's generation.

At this moment, the black-haired woman stood up from the chair. Her thick, long black hair draped behind her like a cape, trailing on the ground.

She stood up and walked to Song Shuhang, looking up at Shuhang. As she got closer, Shuhang realized that the black-haired woman was not very tall, only reaching his chin when she was standing.

"Speaking of which, back then, Song Blockhead left something in my 'Jadewater Pavilion.' He said that one day he would come and retrieve it... But unfortunately, I can't return it to him now. Because I've used it up, hahaha," the black-haired woman said smugly.

Song Shuhang: "..."

The black-haired woman reached out and flicked her hand again, lifting Li Yinzhu from Song Shuhang's arms with an invisible force and placing her into Chu Chu's hands, who was standing at the doorway.

Then, the black-haired woman reached out and gently stroked Song Shuhang's cheek.

Her hands were icy cold, with a refreshing quality.

"Hmm, let me see. The cultivation techniques you practice are <Vajra Foundation Fist> and... <Thirty-Three Beasts Innate Unity Qi Technique>? Are you a disciple of the Thirty-Three Beast God Sect?" the black-haired woman asked.

With just a touch of her fingers on Song Shuhang's body, she recited the Shuhang method he practiced as if it were a treasure trove. This senior's cultivation and knowledge were unfathomable!

At the same time, Song Shuhang sensed the same oppressive force emanating from this black-haired woman as that from Venerable White, Venerable Spirit Butterfly, Whirlwind Venerable, and Venerable Seven Cultivations.

Without a doubt, this is also a Venerable-Tier being.

It might even be more powerful!

"Replying to Senior, I am not a disciple of the Thirty-Three Beast God Sect." Song Shuhang shook his head and replied, "The Thirty-Three Beast God Sect has been destroyed. The <Thirty-Three Beasts Innate Unity Qi Technique> that I cultivate was restored for me by Senior White, and then pieced together with the <Whale Swallowing Technique> that I obtained by chance."

"The Thirty-Three Beast God Sect has also been destroyed?" The black-haired woman seemed very surprised. Back then, the Thirty-Three Beast God Sect was a famous sect with several Venerable-Tier cultivators. She never expected that it would be destroyed.

"Life is unpredictable," the black-haired woman said, cupping Song Shuhang's face in her hands.

Suddenly, her brows furrowed slightly, and the lazy expression on her face vanished.

Then, dragging her long black hair, she climbed back onto the tall rocking chair and huddled inside.

"I'm tired," the black-haired woman said.

Song Shuhang: "?"

"I'm tired, so I want to sleep. I'm going to take a nap... See you tomorrow." As she spoke, she pulled out a blanket from somewhere and covered herself with it. The rocking chair beneath her began to transform like Transformers, turning into a comfortable bed in the blink of an eye.

"Goodnight." The black-haired woman waved to Song Shuhang and the other two.

Song Shuhang was both amused and exasperated—what was this all about?

Behind them, the door was pushed open, and the young couple quietly entered the room. They smiled apologetically at Song Shuhang and Chu Chu and gestured for them to enter.

"Alright then, senior. See you tomorrow."

Song Shuhang had no choice but to leave the attic.

After Song Shuhang, Chu Chu, and Li Yinzhu had gone far away, Fairy Chu opened her eyes.

Her eyes flickered slightly, and runes spontaneously transformed into patterns before her eyes.

There was a blazing, Heaven-Burning Blade.

There was a thick gold chain engraved with thirty-three kinds of animals.

There are exquisitely crafted puppets.

There is also a Bamboo Shoot Leaf and a phantom image of White Dragon.

In addition, there were silver arm armor gloves, a piece of Blood Bone...

Each of these items represents a powerful cultivator.

"That mysterious guy Master Scarlet Firmament is one thing, but what are the others up to?" Fairy Chu murmured.

A moment later, Fairy Chu pulled the blanket up and stretched comfortably. "Hmm, but anyway, it has nothing to do with me. So sleepy... Oh right, since he seems to have some Cause and Effect with Song Blockhead, I might as well lend him a hand."

"Time City is a nice place. Let them rest there tomorrow," Fairy Chu murmured in her sleep.