Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Song Shuhang was speechless.

“Big Sister White Dragon, does your timing really have to be so coincidental?”

For a moment, he wondered if White Dragon had been peeping at him all along, just waiting for the right moment to appear.

The situation was extremely awkward.

Song Shuhang looked at White Dragon, and White Dragon stared back at him.

Immortal Fairy Bie Xue didn’t dare to say anything.

“Hey, Big Sister White Dragon, is your seclusion over?” Song Shuhang revealed a textbook smile to break the silence.

White Dragon rolled her eyes and turned into a pure white dragon. “I’m a White Dragon that’s as dead as can be. I don’t need to do things like seclusion. Sixteen is the one in seclusion on the mysterious island, not me.”

“Then has Sixteen finished her seclusion?” Song Shuhang took the opportunity to ask the key question. Previously, he had used the ‘cultivation chat’ function to privately chat with White Dragon, but White Dragon didn’t answer him.

“Probably.”

Song Shuhang was startled.

An uncertain answer?

“Right, Shuhang, do you want to become a dragon?” White Dragon suddenly asked.

“Huh?”

“Dragon!” Little Ling Xiao waved his arms excitedly. “Become a dragon!”

She had the ability to transform. In the future, as long as she had a better grasp of her own body, she could change her mechanical mode at will. Turning into a mechanical dragon would not be a problem.

“As a descendant of the dragon, are you interested in becoming a dragon?” White Dragon asked again.

“I might have been interested when I was young,” Song Shuhang replied seriously. “But now, I’ve grown up.”

I’m already a mature Tyrannical Song.

Papa Song was speechless.

Because, for a moment, he had a strong interest in becoming a dragon. To be honest, Papa Song wanted to become a dragon.

However, his son’s answer cut off his thoughts. He had already grown up, so why would he be interested in becoming a dragon? If he said that he was interested in becoming a dragon, did that mean he was not as mature as his son?

“I feel that you should consider turning into a dragon. I have a perfect method for humans to turn into dragons… well, at least the theory is very mature. You’re now a Ninth Stage Tribulation Transcender. If you don’t want to remain human and become a dragon, it’ll be easier for you to do so.” White Dragon’s body emerged from space and wrapped around Song Shuhang’s neck like a scarf.

Because White Dragon’s aura was too strong, Zither Master Feng Yi’s claws on her shoulder were pushed to the side, and she didn’t dare to say anything.

“After becoming a dragon, you can cut yourself as you wish. Dragon liver, dragon heart, dragon skeleton… You can cut them out and turn them into ingredients for the New Year’s banquet. Isn’t it great?” White Dragon tightened her scarf and whispered in Song Shuhang’s ear in a charming voice, “Also, dragon liver can be sold for spirit stones. It’s very popular in the cultivation world.”

After hearing White Dragon’s devilish enticement, Song Shuhang was almost tempted.

He had Cheng Lin’s Self-Healing Technique, the Primary Instruction of the Holy Ape Dragon Power Technique, and all kinds of powerful self-healing methods, just like how he had taken out 66 hearts to refine weapons previously. As long as he was willing, he could even fork out a few hundred dragon livers. If there was a buyer willing to pay spirit stones, he could even spend his entire life until the buyer went bankrupt!

“However, I refuse this method of earning money.” Song Shuhang’s heart was firm, and he wasn’t tempted at all. “No matter what falls from my body, the Giant Turtle of Disaster will come and collect it.”

“You’re not Fairy Skylark,” White Dragon said.

“It was different in the past,” Song Shuhang said. “But it’s almost the same now.”

White Dragon was speechless.

In other words, it hasn’t been long since Sixteen and I left you, and you’ve become even more troublesome?

Your ability to continuously add +1 points to your hand is really enviable.

After a long while, White Dragon sighed.

“Hahaha.” Song Shuhang didn’t know how to respond, so he could only smile politely.

“If you could advance like a normal cultivator…” White Dragon looked up at the sky. “Forget it. It’s already impossible.”

Song Shuhang was speechless.

“Are you guys busy now?” White Dragon asked as she glanced at Senior White.

Senior White nodded. “I’m a little busy. I have to make arrangements for the New Year. Shuhang will also have to stay behind to help.”

“Can you lend us his head for a while? It’ll only take a while,” White Dragon asked.

Senior White replied, “Sure.”

After getting Senior White’s approval, White Dragon tightened the scarf again.

“Stop, stop! Sister White Dragon, I’m going to die! I’m going to die!” Song Shuhang patted White Dragon and called out.

White Dragon said, “Shuhang… lend me your good head.”

Song Shuhang:

“The body will stay behind to assist Fellow Daoist White. The head will follow me first,” White Dragon said.

Song Shuhang said, “Wait a moment. You’ll scare my dad and the others. Why don’t I ask Fellow Daoist Evil Corpse to go with you?”

“No need, just follow the head,” White Dragon said.

Song Shuhang had no choice but to call out to Papa Song. “Dad, I have to leave my head for a while. Don’t worry about me.”

Papa Song was confused.

Then, under Papa Song’s horrified gaze, Song Shuhang’s head and body separated, and White Dragon carried him into the void and disappeared.

Papa Song was speechless.

F*ck, my son’s head flew away just like that?

“Won’t he die?” Papa Song looked at the severed head. No blood spurted out.

“Don’t worry, Uncle Song,” Soft Feather comforted him. “Senior Song’s flying head technique is really good.”

“Can cultivators do this?” Papa Song still felt that the scene was terrifying.

“Not everyone can do it. It’s even rarer to see someone like Senior Song who can ‘act separately,’” Soft Feather said.

“Shuhang’s body, let’s continue setting up the Inner World. Yinzhu, Chu Chu, and Little Cai, come over and follow me,” Senior White said happily.

He was prepared to let Yinzhu and the others watch from the side while he was teaching Little Ling Xiao some magical techniques. They wanted to see how talented Song Shuhang’s disciples were.

Song Shuhang’s body stretched out his hand and made an ‘OK’ gesture, bringing everyone into the Inner World.

Papa Song was at the back of the group.

As he walked, Papa Song subconsciously reached into his pocket. Looking at his headless son, he wanted to chew a few pills to calm himself down.

No matter what kind of pill it was, he just wanted to chew two.

On the other side, the mysterious island, the White Dragon Tomb.

White Dragon brought Song Shuhang’s head back to the tomb.

Next to the dragon tomb, Su Clan’s Sixteen was still meditating with her eyes closed.

However, when White Dragon returned, Su Clan’s Sixteen, who was cultivating, opened her eyes as if she had sensed Song Shuhang’s aura.

She looked at the head that was Song Shuhang and was slightly stunned.

“There’s only one head left?”

Then, she stretched out her arm.

White Dragon gently tossed Song Shuhang’s head to Sixteen.

“You’re awake, Sixteen,” Song Shuhang greeted with a smile.

“Her seclusion has ended,” Su Clan’s Sixteen corrected him as she hugged Song Shuhang’s head.

“Hahahaha.” Song Shuhang laughed awkwardly. After all, he was the only one who needed to ‘wake up’ to end his closed-door training. “Did your training go well?”

“It has been progressing step by step,” Su Clan’s Sixteen said. “However, Shuhang, you’re already a Tribulation Transcender with three corpses. It’s too fast.”

It was so fast that she didn’t have time to do many things, and Song Shuhang had already finished.

“Shuhang, I have a wish,” Su Clan’s Sixteen said.

Su Clan’s Sixteen once had a wish… before entering the final trial of the Spirit River Su Clan, she had a wish.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by novlove.com

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