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Senior White Two couldn’t be bothered to introduce Song Shuhang to the authority of the Ruler of the Netherworld, and he didn’t have the energy to personally teach him the various controls of the ruling authority.

So… in a drowsy state, Senior White Two casually created such a foolproof operating interface.

Simple, easy to understand, and very suitable for players like Song Shuhang, who had poor talent in learning magical techniques. With this interface, he didn’t need to undergo special training or obtain a certification to manage the Netherworld.

The only downside was that, due to Song Shuhangs current realm, some of the ruling authority had a limit on the number of times it could be used each day.

In addition to the basic management rights on the interface, after Song

Shuhang and Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet merged into one, they could also use the ‘Three Minutes of True Grit’ privilege to forcefully maintain the operation of the Netherworld.

Senior White Two had thought it through.

“Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet, after adding new functions, do you want to consider changing your name to Fellow Daoist iPad?” Song Shuhangs finger moved across Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet’s body while browsing through the entire Ruler of the Netherworld’s authority interface.

Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet didn’t get angry at this suggestion. Instead, it calmly replied, “Fellow Daoist Tyrannical Song, do you believe that I’ll shut down at the critical moment like the iPad due to low battery and then let my newly renamed Tyrannical Song Profound Sage Tomb immediately come into play?”

“Sorry, Fellow Daoist Tyrannical Song,” Song Shuhang said while reaching out to gently tap, closing the projection of the Ruler of the Netherworld’s authority interface.

He closed his eyes and combined the insights he and Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet had gained after they merged into one. He then integrated this portion of his insights into the administrative authority on the interface while familiarizing himself with the management authority of the Netherworld.

“Are you done? I’m going to split,” Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet said.

Song Shuhang nodded, saying, “Alright, it’s settled.”

“Fellow Daoist Tyrannical Song, don’t use shrimp genitals icons to mark key points,” Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet reminded him while its body shrank to the

size of a jade pendant and hung on Song Shuhang’s waist.

Song Shuhang was speechless.

After hanging the stone tablet, Song Shuhang stretched his body— he wasn’t sure how long he had been meditating, but his muscles felt stiff, as if he had been in a trance for too long.

“Sixteen, Sister White Dragon, how long were Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet and I in a trance?” he asked.

As he spoke, Song Shuhang noticed that, except for Sister White Dragon and Su Clan’s Sixteen, all the other teammates in the fat ball’s nest were sound asleep. Even Pavilion Master Chu’s hair hung limply.

Su Clan’s Sixteen stretched out two fingers and gently shook them.

“I’ve been meditating for about two days,” Sister White Dragon added.

“So long?” Song Shuhang was a little surprised.

He knew that it would take some time for him to meditate this time, but he didn’t expect that two days would pass in the blink of an eye. Was this the true feeling of a day in the sky and a thousand years in the world?

Meditating felt like time travel, like sleeping for a minute after waking up. It would consume time.

“Not good. Two days have passed in one breath. How far has the Limitless Demon Sect’s plan progressed? Also, did the Celestial Thearch already go to the mysterious island? My parents would also be back in the scholarly world! As for Soft Feather, we have to send her back first. Otherwise, when Senior Spirit Butterfly wakes up and finds out that his daughter is missing, he’ll probably jump off the building in a hurry,” Song Shuhang scratched his head.

Two days had passed in the timeline, and he realized that there were too many things that he needed to deal with.

“Don’t worry, Shuhang. Things could be… Dealt with one by one,” Su Clan’s Sixteen said, but she couldn’t help but nod off drowsily.

She persisted for two days. After seeing that Song Shuhang had woken up, she finally relaxed and stopped resisting the power of Senior White Two’s sleepy halo.

“Are you very sleepy?” Song Shuhang hurriedly walked toward Su Clan’s Sixteen.

Su Clan’s Sixteen softly replied, “Mm.”

“I’ll take you to rest,” Song Shuhang was about to carry Su Clan’s Sixteen when he saw Soft Feather sleeping soundly on Sixteen’s legs.

When Soft Feather slept, she would occasionally smack her lips. It seemed that she had dreamed of something delicious.

In addition, there was a red fingerprint on Soft Feather’s forehead, which looked a bit like the eyebrow ornament on the virtuous lamia’s forehead. It was very eye-catching.

“What is this?” Song Shuhang couldn’t help but reach out and gently poke Soft Feather’s forehead.

Poke!

“Ahhhh Soft Feather suddenly opened her eyes wide. Then, she puffed up her cheeks and angrily stared at Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang awkwardly withdrew his finger. Senior White Two was the witness. He had really only poked her lightly just now, the kind with very little strength. He didn’t expect Soft Feather to have such a big reaction.

“Senior Song, what did you do to us?” Soft Feather asked.

“Cough, Soft Feather, it’s time. Get up and go home,” Song Shuhang said to forcefully change the topic.

Soft Feather forcefully blew out the air in her mouth, and then rubbed Su Clan’s Sixteen’s legs. This was a habit of Soft Feather subconsciously rubbing her pillow after getting up.

Su Clan’s Sixteen was speechless.

Soft Feather rubbed her pillow and struggled to sit up. “Sixteen, Senior Song, how long have I been asleep?” she asked.

“Two days,” Song Shuhang replied, “It’s almost time. The Heavenly Emperor should have already gone to the mysterious island. You should hurry back to the Spirit Butterfly Island.”

On the side, after Soft Feather stood up, Su Clan’s Sixteen lost her footing. She yawned, and her eyelids became heavy. She couldn’t hold on any longer, and she fell to the side.

Song Shuhang quickly reached out and caught Su Clan’s Sixteen, holding her in his arms.

“Senior Song, you big liar.” “What happened to coming to the Netherworld

Realm to explore the treasure of the fat ball?” Soft Feather said unhappily.

In the end, he tricked her into sleeping in the Netherworld Realm for two days. When he woke up, he didn’t manage to do anything and wanted to return to the Spirit Butterfly Island. Her time was so precious, yet she wasted it on sleeping.

“We naturally have to explore the treasure of the fat ball boss.” Song Shuhang revealed a smile as if he had everything under control. He stretched out his hand and took out several Sage-Sealed Wooden Sabers and handed them to Soft Feather. “Soft Feather, when you go back, take these wooden sabers with you. When the time comes, take one with you, and the others can be hidden on the Spirit Butterfly Island or in the sea area near the Spirit Butterfly Island.

This way, Senior Spirit Butterfly won’t be able to catch them all in one go. With these coordinates, we will inform you when we start the dungeon. When you are ready, I can pull you over through the Inner World and open the instance dungeon.”

Soft Feather’s eyes lit up.

The dignified ‘Ancient Sage Ling Die Zi t was easily bribed by a few ‘Sage Seal Wooden Sabers’.

“Senior Song, send me back to the main world first. I’m going back to Spirit Butterfly Island!” Soft Feather put away these ‘Sage Sealed Wooden Sabers’ and was in a good mood.

“Don’t worry, I’ll contact the Celestial Thearch first.” Song Shuhang smiled and opened the cultivation Chat features.

When he opened it, hundreds of messages popped up!

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by novlove.com

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