A Sixteen Who Spat Saber Qi

After Song Shuhang's consciousness returned, he opened his eyes and immediately saw Yu Jiaojiao poking his face with her claws—Jiaojiao definitely hadn't trimmed her claws lately. They were unbelievably sharp.

Song Shuhang's Confucian Vajra Body had only just reached the entry level, so his skin wasn't thick enough yet. As a result, Jiaojiao's claws hurt terribly when they poked him~

"Stop poking me, Jiaojiao, stop poking me! It hurts!" Song Shuhang hurriedly cried out.

Yu Jiaojiao laughed. "Haha, you're finally awake."

On the other side, Su Clan's Sixteen leaned against the wall, holding Venerable White's Meteor Sword in her hand as if she were studying something.

When she saw Shuhang wake up, the corners of Su Clan's Sixteen's lips curved upward. She smiled and said, "Were you dragged into that strange 'Make-Up Exam Space' again?"

Over the past few days, Song Shuhang had often been suddenly dragged into that 'Make-Up Exam Space,' and Su Clan's Sixteen had grown used to it.

Song Shuhang shook his head. "This time it wasn't that Make-Up Exam Space, but something even more terrifying!"

As he spoke, he felt that he could still somehow smell a foul stench in his nose—the smell of that 'Demon Pool.'

He had clearly only possessed the 'rune' and experienced the Demon Pool as if in a dream. Yet unexpectedly, when his consciousness returned to his body, that foul stench seemed to have become tangled around his soul and been brought back with him.

The foul smell in his nostrils made him feel like vomiting. But he also felt that there was already nothing left in his stomach to throw up. The sensation was impossible to describe.

"What did you run into this time?" Su Clan's Sixteen carried the 'Meteor Sword' over and put it beside Song Shuhang.

"The things