Translator: GodBrandy Editor: Kurisu
Didn’t I transfer everything?
I’ve already transferred all my magical power flow to Li Yinzhu and the demonic hamster, why am I suddenly moving to the Sixth Level?
Looking at the ‘Tyrannical Dragon’ access port, it was moving really fast, speeding out of the Fifth Level area in the blink of an eye and going straight into the Sixth Level area of the Dragon Network.
Is this some joke? Didn’t I need both mental energy and magical power flow to advance? My magical power flow should be 0, so why am I able to advance? Song Shuhang was confused.
While he was in thought, he sensed that 1,400,000 units of magical power flow had been deducted from his account.
Was there no magical power flow in my account? So how can you deduct 1,400,000 units of magical power flow?!
Don’t tell me that the magical power top-up device of the Black Dragon World also has an ‘advance payment’ or ‘overdrafting’ function!
If it wasn’t someone like me who has a firm will, and it was some ordinary person you played this joke on, their heart might’ve already collapsed!
As he was thinking this, Song Shuhang’s consciousness and ‘magical power top-up device’ connected.
This was because he was about to enter the procedure for transcending the tribulation of the Sixth Level.
In the next moment, Song Shuhang saw a blinding message.
It was a message from the temple.
So it was you! Dragon Blood Tribe tribal chief!
This damn magical power top-up device!
I thought it was the Dragon Network System’s fault, I didn’t expect it to actually be the old tribal chief’s fault!
Your 2,000,000 units of magical power flow were simply too f*cking timely. Now, in addition to the wounds on my waist and my back, I’ve received another stab in the back.
I, Song Shuhang, a wise man, tried my best and even transferred my assets in fear of my Sixth Level heavenly tribulation descending early… but I didn’t expect that I would fall to the hands of my allies in the end.
Let’s take a deep breath…
Song Shuhang finally stabilized his emotions.
Once again, it’s fortunate that it was me who was faced with this situation. An ordinary cultivator would’ve definitely have had their heart collapse. After they transcended this tribulation, they would have surely gotten an inner demon!
Fairy @#%×, it’s time for us to fight together again, Song Shuhang called out inwardly.
The virtuous lamia quietly came out, appearing behind Song Shuhang and protecting him.
After Song Shuhang calmed down, he began to look at the Black Dragon World’s heavenly tribulation of the Sixth Level.
I wonder what my Sixth Level tribulation is going to be like…
It looks like a small black room.
Could it be that my tribulation is going to be the same as Lady Tu’s, a small black room?
Song Shuhang said, “If it’s just staying inside a small black room, I don’t have anything to fear.”
He had the virtuous lamia and a ghost spirit with him.
The small black room might be torture to others, but he could play Fight the Landlord in the small black room if he wanted to.
At this moment, the virtuous lamia softly said, “It’s here.”
In the next moment, Song Shuhang’s body trembled slightly, and a pure sensation of ‘pain’ struck him.
This ‘pain’ was one that ignored the virtuous lamia’s protection, and directly struck at his consciousness.
However, the level of pain wasn’t that high, and it lasted for but a moment. For Song Shuhang, it was no different from a drizzle.
Song Shuhang frowned, and said, “It seems I can’t use the power of virtue to offset it. This makes things slightly troublesome. Moreover, the attack has no form, it directly hits my consciousness.”
It was not the pain of getting burned, electrocuted, or stabbed; this type of pain was invisible and formless, arriving from nowhere.
In other words, unlike the previous heavenly tribulations, there was no way to counter it.
Besides gritting his teeth and enduring it, he wouldn’t be able to do anything else.
Song Shuhang said, “The Black Dragon World’s heavenly tribulation really is something. For it to target one so specifically…”
It could be that during the previous tribulations, the Dragon Network had been secretly gathering information on him. And so, for this tribulation, it had made something to specifically target him.
In the meantime, another wave of ‘severe pain’ fell on Song Shuhang.
The level of pain had increased a lot this time, and it didn’t disappear immediately.
But this level of pain still couldn’t affect Song Shuhang.
The virtuous lamia stretched out her hand and pressed it on Song Shuhang, trying to use the power of virtue to perform a healing technique.
The light of the healing technique fell on Song Shuhang, but it couldn’t relieve his pain.
Song Shuhang calmly said, “Fairy Waiting for a Promise, you should stand still for now. I’m afraid that I’ll have to fight against this heavenly tribulation on my own… If I really can’t handle it, you can go out and tell Senior Scarlet Heaven Sword; it should have a way to quickly cut the connection between me and the ‘Dragon Network’. That way, this Sixth Level tribulation would stop on its own.”
Despite his cautious words, Song Shuhang’s face was confident.
Song ‘Great Experience in Enduring Pain’ Shuhang.
After all, he was very experienced when it came to enduring pain and suffering.
The time in the tribulation realm passed little by little.
“It’s already the 100th wave. It isn’t over yet?” Song Shuhang shuddered all over.
The pain level had been steadily increasing with each wave.
The pain of the 100th wave had far surpassed the pain of the ‘Impregnating Gaze’, and even Song Shuhang was having difficulty enduring it.
Nevertheless, it was still within the range of his tolerance.
The main thing was that he was getting rather bored.
Sitting in this space, unable to resist and only being able to passively wait for the waves of pain to come, made Song Shuhang, who had always liked being proactive against the heavenly tribulation, very uncomfortable.
It was especially so between each wave of pain, during the period where nothing was going on.
This was a torment to both his mind and will.
Song Shuhang said, “Wait, why do I have to sit here dumbly, waiting for the heavenly tribulation to come at me? I can summon my ghost spirit and the virtuous lamia and play Fight the Landlord with them while the heavenly tribulation bombards me. I’ll just let the pain from the heavenly tribulation come while I have some fun so that I can at least distract myself from the pain.”
But the problem was, where were they supposed to get the cards?
If that wasn’t going to work, then should he just have the three of them sit down and chat?
Song Shuhang asked, “Fairy Waiting for a Promise, is there a way to get cards?”
The virtuous lamia shook her head calmly.
Song Shuhang said, “Then, how about we sit down and chat for a while?”
The virtuous lamia shook her head calmly, then put her cheek in one hand, and looked at Song Shuhang silently—she didn’t want to talk.
Song Shuhang rubbed his brows.
At this time, the 101st wave of pain came.
The 101st wave of pain magnified the previous wave’s pain by hundreds of times.
100 was a tier, and after breaking through to 101, the pain immediately rose by a whole level.
“Aaaaah~” Song Shuhang couldn’t help but scream.
His heavenly tribulation scene was now filled with screams.
In the next moment, Song Shuhang felt his leg jolt!
He opened his eyes and found himself lying on a bed.
It wasn’t a bed in the Dragon Blood Tribe… but a bed in his dormitory.
Song Shuhang frowned slightly.
He raised his head and looked at the wall.
There was an electronic clock with the date and time on it.
The time was a bit past 2:00 in the afternoon.
Song Shuhang sighed lightly. A horror movie was still playing on the computer next to him.
Although the atmosphere of the horror film was very good, Song Shuhang couldn’t feel anything from it at all.
Song Shuhang softly said, “Fairy Waiting for a Promise.”
The virtuous lamia did not appear.
He closed his eyes and sensed his body.
His body was empty. There was no qi and blood energy, no true yuan, no spiritual energy… and no ghost spirit.
There was, however, that feeling of weakness after having a cold.
Song Shuhang opened his eyes again.
At this time, a burst of sound came from the chat software—it was the sound of someone sending him a friend request.
“Hehe.” Song Shuhang smiled softly, not panicking in the slightest.
He stretched out his hand and tapped on the screen. A friend request appeared in front of his eyes.
[‘Which Day of the Week Geng Chao’ has sent you a friend request.] P.S. I am A’Chao.
“A’Chao… Is he a classmate of mine?” Song Shuhang stretched out his hand and clicked ‘accept’.
Then, another message popped up. “Which Day of the Week Geng Chao has sent you an invitation to the group ‘New Jiangnan University Town Class 19’, do you accept?]
Song Shuhang clicked accept once again.
Then, he was added to the ‘New Jiangnan University Town Class 19’.
As soon as he joined the group, Gao Moumou said, “Oh, Shuhang, you’re finally awake? The old group was too chaotic, so a few of us formed a new group. Have you gotten over your cold yet?”
“It’s better, don’t worry. I’ve slept for a good while.” Song Shuhang casually sent a message.
Then, he returned to the interface of the chat software.
After thinking for a while, he entered Soft Feather’s account number in the search bar from memory.
The difference between Soft Feather and his account number was only one digit, making it the easiest to remember.
After searching, he quickly found the other party’s account.
However, the other party’s account name wasn’t ‘Spirit Butterfly Island’s Soft Feather’, but rather ‘Adventurer Yingying’, who seemed to be a famous adventure lover.
He then entered Su Clan’s Sixteen’s account number.
After a search, what came up wasn’t Sixteen, but an account nicknamed ‘Northern Dipper’s Seven Stars’. And it was an account that hadn’t been online for a long time, with its level being very low as well.
Song Shuhang then searched Senior White’s account, which he also remembered clearly. After a search, what came up was that there was nobody with that account number.
The corner of Song Shuhang’s mouth rose, and he searched for the accounts of members of the Nine Provinces Number One Group such as True Monarch Yellow Mountain, Senior Thrice Reckless… and so on.
However, no account came up right.
“Hehehe.” Song Shuhang stretched his body with a smile, and said, “I can clearly remember the accounts of everyone in the ‘Nine Provinces Number One Group’, but I can’t find any of them. So… this is a virtual world, right?”
He was a man with a will as firm as steel.
In fact, this virtual world had a very good start.
The moment he woke up, he had the illusion of ‘did I just have a very long dream about becoming a cultivator?’
But if it was a dream, how could he remember all the accounts of a ‘chat group’ he saw in his dream?
Song Shuhang didn’t have this powerful of a memory before.
Now that I know that this is a virtual world, the next step is to break through it.
Song Shuhang didn’t dislike this virtual illusion.
Experiencing life was a very important step in a cultivator’s path.
The ‘Golden Core Composition’ even required a cultivator to draw their life experiences.
And his Golden Core Composition just happened to be one composition short.
