Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Indeed, after Joseph shouted “Help!” loudly, Ball Shuhang seized the opportunity and made a flashy entrance before the original body could!

Ball Shuhang had been pondering whether there was a more ingenious way to make an entrance, something that would catch the original body off guard.

For two days, it had been lingering in the solar system, using a combination of “divination methods + instinct” to track the original body’s location.

When Joseph cried out for help, Ball Shuhang knew its moment had arrived!

Without hesitation, it acted, interrupting the original body’s chance to show off—taking the path of the original body and leaving it with no way forward; stealing the spotlight so the original body couldn’t shine.

The feeling was simply indescribable.

Ball Shuhang’s instincts told it that after finally finding some satisfaction at the expense of the original body, slaying a few more things would amplify that satisfaction exponentially.

This crude puppet’s core just happened to fall into Ball Shuhang’s hands, becoming the perfect score to boost its joy.

After dealing with the core of this “crude puppet,” Ball Shuhang didn’t forget to collect the spoils of war, using spatial means to snatch everything the puppet was holding.

After all, the original body had so many workers in its core world now that anything thrown in could be transformed into something useful.

As a competent clone, Ball Shuhang was always looking out for the original body, meticulously planning.

And with the New Year countdown already underway, if it didn’t make its appearance now, it wouldn’t have time to give the original body a New Year’s gift.

Having completed everything, Ball Shuhang’s form bounced into a “liquid metal sphere,” hopping a few times on the ground before quietly waiting for the original body to arrive.

“Teacher, why did you turn into a ball?” Joseph asked, puzzled, staring at Ball Shuhang on the ground.

“Joseph, be quiet.” Song Shuhang’s voice echoed in Joseph’s ears.

Moments later, a spatial door was pushed open in the void, and Song Shuhang’s original body dragged Su Clan’s Sixteen, holding Li Yinzhu and Xiao Lingxiao in his arms, along with a bunch of other items hanging from him, and stepped into the cave abode.

“Master!” Joseph was filled with admiration, bowing deeply after seeing Song Shuhang use such a space-crossing technique.

He knew he was already getting on in years, and learning his master’s true skills was nearly impossible so he didn’t aim too high. His expectations were modest; even learning just a little would be enough to last him a lifetime. He was old now, so if he could cultivate at even one percent… no, one-thousandth, or even one-ten-thousandth of his master’s speed, he would be satisfied!

“Original body!” Ball Shuhang bounced twice: [Happy smile].

“You did well,” Song Shuhang nodded in praise—honestly, even if he had personally intervened, he might not have been able to do it as perfectly as Ball Shuhang did.

Song Shuhang had “causal methods” and the “Primordial Spirit Disintegration Sutra” passed down by Senior White; he could sever the core of the crude puppet if he acted personally. But he certainly couldn’t do it as cleanly as Ball Shuhang had, erasing all traces and preventing any chance of resurrection.

However, despite how perfectly everything had been set up for him to make an entrance, Ball Shuhang had swooped in and stolen the moment. Song Shuhang’s feelings were now incredibly complicated.

Ball Shuhang glanced at the original body and, upon seeing the constipated look on its face, felt a vague sense of “happiness” welling up inside.

Doing this made it happy… The satisfaction was second only to the moment it had reunited with the original body after traversing countless mountains and rivers.

This additional joy was something Ball Shuhang found addicting.

After savoring the extra joy, Ball Shuhang’s eyes drifted toward the mechanical girl, Xiao Lingxiao, in Song Shuhang’s arms.

Xiao Lingxiao was also staring at Ball Shuhang.

The two shared countless connections, so even though this was their first real meeting, they felt an inexplicable resonance.

“This is Xiao Lingxiao, my daughter,” Song Shuhang explained.

“Our daughter? No wonder, there’s a special sense of closeness,” Ball Shuhang nodded—this feeling of a connection that seemed like a blood bond was unmistakable; she was indeed the original body’s daughter!

Song Shuhang: “!!!”

What do you mean *our* daughter? That’s going to cause misunderstandings!

Hearing these words, Su Clan’s Sixteen, who was hanging onto Song Shuhang’s neck, froze, tightening her grip both Sixteen and the spirit ghost felt a sudden sense of crisis.

“Master~ I’m feeling dizzy~” Fortunately, Joseph, who was hanging there, let out a pitiful cry, breaking the awkward tension.

Song Shuhang turned and gently tapped Joseph.

The long-unused treasured blade “Ba Cu” broke through the air, lightly slicing the rope holding Joseph, and then caught him.

“Sword riding… no, blade riding?” Joseph, supported by the blade’s light, was ecstatic.

It was reminiscent of when the then-newbie Song Shuhang had first experienced “sword flying” and was filled with excitement.

Every man dreams of flying, conquering the skies is every boy’s desire.

Even though Joseph was well into middle age, his heart remained young—he was interested in the martial arts fantasies of walking on rooftops and even more so in the legendary “sword flying.”

The treasured blade Ba Cu supported him and gently placed him back on the ground.

Once on the ground, Joseph gazed at the treasured blade Ba Cu with infatuation, unable to resist reaching out to touch it—this was his master’s treasured blade, and he touched it!

Song Shuhang was speechless.

Had Joseph caught Su Clan’s habit of wanting to touch everything?

Maybe it was time to consider passing the treasured blade Ba Cu down to Joseph?

Ba Cu was an excellent blade, one that had accompanied Song Shuhang through most of his cultivation journey. After going through so many events, the treasured blade Ba Cu was now even better than a five-grade treasured blade.

Although Joseph practiced the “Holy Light Sword Technique,” that sword technique had been entirely modified from a “blade technique” template. With Ba Cu in his hand, Joseph could fully utilize the sword technique—Song Shuhang had experienced this firsthand.

“Joseph, why did that puppet try to capture you?” At this moment, Chu Pavilion Master’s strand of hair on Song Shuhang’s head curiously asked.

From the way the events unfolded earlier, it seemed like the puppet didn’t even know Joseph was Song Shuhang’s disciple, so why did it go after him?

What did Joseph have that was worth the puppet’s trouble?

“He was asking for a ‘key stone disk’ from me… but I haven’t received any key,” Joseph mused, rubbing his chin.

“Have you recently found anything unusual or crafted something special, even if it doesn’t resemble a key?” Chu Pavilion Master’s strand of hair suggested.

Joseph furrowed his brows, searching his memory.

On the other side,

After the original body put its disciple down, Ball Shuhang reluctantly tore its gaze from “Xiao Lingxiao.”

Because of the feeling of familiarity, it really wanted to hug Xiao Lingxiao, to touch her, to connect with her.

But this was their first meeting; being too enthusiastic might scare the child.

Ball Shuhang forced itself to suppress the urge.

Then, it opened its body, spitting out a box: “Original body, Happy New Year~ This is the New Year’s gift I prepared for you!”

A New Year’s gift?

At that moment, Song Shuhang was deeply touched!

Ball Shuhang was truly the model of all clones!

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