The Fragrant Bomb...

Song Shuhang finished forming his cocoon, then cast the Turtle-Breathing Technique on himself once more. His body entered a deep sleep and began digesting and absorbing the medicinal power of the Dragon Demon Potion.

After drinking nearly an entire bottle of Dragon Demon Potion, Song Shuhang even wondered whether he would turn into a terrifyingly bulky Hulk when he emerged from his cocoon.

After falling asleep... Song Shuhang was not dragged into any strange dream by the Mohist Puppet curse, nor was he affected by mental energy. He did not enter another Dream Entry, either, and enjoyed a sound, peaceful sleep.

That sleep had been unbelievably comfortable. Sleeping inside a cocoon had excellent quality.

After Song Shuhang woke up, he lazily yawned. "I haven't slept this well in ages. Sleeping in a cocoon really is comfortable. No wonder Senior White keeps lying in his cocoon and refuses to come out."

At that moment, Su Clan's Sixteen's voice came from outside the cocoon. "Shuhang, you're finally awake? If you are, hurry up and come out. You'll just make it in time for dinner."

"I can still make it in time for dinner? Was my sleep really that short?" Song Shuhang asked in confusion—he somehow felt as though he had slept for a very long time.

"Hehe." Yu Jiaojiao's voice also came from outside the cocoon. "That short? The day you fell asleep was August 13th. We were still at the Confucian School's White Cloud Academy that day, receiving a warm welcome from the Confucian disciples. Today is already August 18th. You've slept for more than five days, Overlord Blade!"

It had to be mentioned that Song Shuhang's dao title, "Overlord Blade," had already spread throughout the Confucian School.

"Huh?" Song Shuhang's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief. He had only