Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

If Song Shuhang owed ordinary money, Papa Song would have gritted his teeth and, taking advantage of his rejuvenated body, worked for a few more years to help his son pay off his debts.

But his son owed spirit stones, and Papa Song was powerless—after all, he had no idea how to earn spirit stones.

Where could he work to earn spirit stones? He was anxious!

Senior White carefully broke open a piece of biscuit-like snack and handed a small piece to the mechanical girl, Little Ling Xiao. Then, he looked at the anxious Papa Song and comforted him, “Don’t worry. I don’t charge interest. Shuhang can pay me back slowly.”

After Senior White comforted him, Papa Song became even more worried. He didn’t even want the interest and only wanted to recover the principal? Wasn’t this just acknowledging that it was very difficult to get back the money he had borrowed and simply wanting to break even?

Song Shuhang saw that his father was still anxious, so he could only comfort him in detail. “Dad, don’t think too much about it. It’s not what you think. Senior White simply doesn’t want any interest, and it could be considered a small benefit for the younger generation. Besides, I’m going to earn spirit stones in the future. I have a big project in my hands. If I manage it well, I might even become the richest man in the cultivation world in the future. There’s still a chance to pay off the debt.”

Papa Song was speechless.

You can’t even afford half a spirit stone, and you’re talking to me about becoming the richest man in the cultivation world? Where did your confidence come from?

“Yes, the cultivation chat client is indeed a good project.” Senior White sat cross-legged on the floor and stretched out his hand to gently touch the mechanical girl. Because Little Ling Xiao hadn’t completely transformed yet, her lower body was in the shape of an eggshell. Senior White stretched out his hand and gently pushed her, making her body start to shake like a roly-poly doll. No matter how hard she shook, she wouldn’t fall down.

Little Ling Xiao swayed in circles, letting out a string of joyful laughter. Children were like this. As long as someone teased them, they would be happy.

After hearing Senior White’s words, Papa Song slightly nodded and let out a sigh of relief. It seemed that his son had really found a good project to make money.

This was the weight of words.

Because Song Shuhang was a son, Papa Song and the others had a fixed impression of him since he was young. Therefore, no matter how good Song Shuhang’s words sounded, Papa Song didn’t dare to believe them.

However, Senior White was different. As long as he casually said something, Papa Song would believe most of it. Then, with the help of Bai’s special charm, this belief would be firmly established.

At the side of the coffee table, Senior White was a little tired of playing with Ling Xiao.

After pondering for a moment, he stretched out his finger and performed the [Cleansing Dust Mantra]’s dao seal in front of Little Ling Xiao, as well as demonstrating the [Cleansing Dust Mantra]’s runes.

At the same time, he said to Song Shuhang, “Right, Shuhang. Northern River’s Loose Cultivator asked me in a private chat just now, ‘How many disciples have you taken in? How many children? He can prepare the red packet.’”

“Are reserve disciples considered disciples?” Song Shuhang asked. He suddenly thought of Joseph.

Joseph was a very persistent guy. After he decided that Song Shuhang was his wet father, he not only bought a house near Jiangnan University Town but also bought a house next door to Song Shuhang’s hometown in Wenzhou City.

Although he was still a preparatory disciple, Song Shuhang had left him a disciple position in his heart after the incident with Evil Wang.

“It can be counted… This time, you and Fellow Daoist Yellow Mountain will work together to give the members of the group treasures that can condense and strengthen the weapon spirit. The fellow daoists won’t mind if you give them more red packets,” Senior White replied.

“Then I’ll call Joseph along,” Song Shuhang said.

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and drew a line in the void, opening his Inner World.

[My son’s spatial ability?] Papa Song went up and took a glance—was trash supposed to be thrown into this space tunnel?

Eh? Something’s not right!

Inside this spatial passageway was a fairyland. Birds were singing, and flowers were fragrant. There was a clean and comfortable aura that assaulted one’s senses.

Was such a fairyland used to throw trash?

Just as he was thinking, several figures flew out of this space.

“Master, is there anything you need?” This was his eldest disciple, the monster bird Little Cai.

Little Cai had taken the treasure that Song Shuhang had brought from the Black Dragon World, which was called ‘forming a human form in advance.’ Although she hadn’t reached the Fifth Stage Realm yet, she could already transform into a human.

Usually, she preferred the state of Cai Que. This state was more suitable for her to practice dual-blade techniques.

However, today was special, so she transformed into the appearance of a multicolored girl—the same girl that she had looked like when she met the monster hunter uncle.

Then, a girl in a long black dress and black stockings stepped out of the spatial passageway. The girl was slender and tall. Other than being a little flat, there was almost no fault with her figure.

“Chu Chu greets Master.” Chu Chu bowed politely. She was a disciple of a cultivation family, so she paid more attention to etiquette.

At the same time, she bowed to Senior White, Song Shuhang’s pendant, Immortal Fairy White Bones, and the other seniors.

Although she was the second disciple, Chu Chu was more suitable to hold up the front of Song Shuhang’s faction than Little Cai.

Song Shuhang smiled and nodded at the two disciples. It would be appropriate to hand over the task of welcoming the seniors of the Nine Provinces Number One Group to Chu Chu.

‘Another two little fairies.’ Mama Song looked at Little Cai and Chu Chu with great attention. She and Papa Song were prepared to help Song Shuhang during the new year, so she had to be careful of any fairy.

Regrettably, these two fairies were Song Shuhang’s disciples, and in this day and age, teacher-student relationships were under a lot of pressure.

“Also, the tree monster Miruru, whom you borrowed from the Dream Realm to become a part of the World Tree Project, is also a disciple that I’m going to take in. She will inherit my daoist name, ‘Priest Mu.’ There’s also a preparatory disciple, Joseph. I’m thinking of giving him the Daoist name of Baijing Street’s Sabersman,” Song Shuhang said.

As he spoke, he extended his hand into his Inner World. He placed his hands on his ribs and carried out the silver-haired girl, Li Yinzhu, who had fallen asleep again.

“As for daughters, Yinzhu and Little Ling Xiao are both my daughters in a sense,” Song Shuhang said.

Senior White nodded and said, “Alright, I’ll inform Fellow Daoist Northern River.”

“How can you carry a child like this?” At this time, Mama Song came out of the room and saw Song Shuhang holding Li Yinzhu by her ribs. Therefore, she took the soft Li Yinzhu from his hands and said, “Right, should we show Apocalypse War during the new year?” A few months ago, your father wanted to play your movie in the living room during the new year so that all the relatives could see it.”

“If I play that movie, I might be beaten to death after it ends,” Song Shuhang said.

Pa ~ At this time, Little Ling Xiao, who was sitting on Senior White’s coffee table, suddenly snapped her fingers.

Then, the magic halo of the Dust Cleansing Spell condensed from her fingers and spread to every room, enveloping the entire house.

Senior White cleaned the dust in the house, while Little Ling Xiao cleaned the outside of the house.

Song Shuhang was speechless.

Papa Song couldn’t help but glance at his son.

Song Shuhang was stunned for a moment.

“As expected of my daughter! This talent in spells is deeply inherited from me,” Song Shuhang nodded.

“Kekeke ~” Little Ling Xiao let out a string of chicken-like laughter.

On the other side, in the main world, the solar system.

Ball Song hid alone in the void of the solar system, carefully observing the state of the sun.

As it lurked, it glanced at the blue Earth.

“It’s going to be the new year… This year, I want to celebrate the new year with my main body.” Ball Song made up his mind.

Then, it locked onto the position of the sun.

After investigating the Stellar Destruction Virus for so long, it finally caught the tail of the person who spread the virus behind the scenes!

This person was preparing to release the virus into the sun.

“How can I let you ruin my chance to celebrate the new year with my main body?” Ball Song said mercilessly.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by novlove.com

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