Translator: GodBrandy Editor: Kurisu
“I have nothing to teach you. I don’t practice the ❮Tome of Never-Ending Tears❯. Also, don’t call me Senior Song, just call me Shuhang. I truly can’t accept being called like that. Tyrannical Saber Song One would also be fine, though,” Song Shuhang replied. “In addition, Senio— Fellow Daoist Sobbing Old Man, I’ve already told you before that if Pavilion Master Chu doesn’t accept you, you could still try Ye Si.”
The Sobbing Old Man choked while sobbing as he said, “Senior Song, honoring either you or Fairy Ye Si as master would be the same thing. Just accept me as your disciple. Sob, sob, I guarantee that I will be loyal—a teacher for a day, a father for a lifetime. Although I’m a loose cultivator, Senior Song, you should know that my character is absolutely reliable.”
Venerable Seventh Cultivator of True Virtue silently cast a magical technique, enveloping Song Shuhang and the others in it so that ordinary people wouldn’t be able to see them.
Then, he said, “Fellow Daoist Sobbing Old Man… you should think about this carefully. If you were to worship a ‘Profound Sage’ as your teacher, there wouldn’t be a chance to regret later.”
Although little friend Song Shuhang was only at the Fourth Stage Realm, his identity of an ‘Eighth Stage Profound Sage’ was authentic—the showing of divinity in front of the masses wasn’t a joke. After the Sage Seal condensed, little friend Song Shuhang also possessed some special abilities which Profound Sages possessed.
“As long as Senior Song accepts me, I will definitely never regret it.” The Sobbing Old Man expectantly looked at Song Shuhang.
Song Shuhang shook his head. “Fellow Daoist Sobbing Old Man, wait a few days. How about I give you an answer after Ye Si comes out?”
He really couldn’t teach the Sobbing Old Man… He could teach Little Cai the soul ferrying technique, the body tempering technique, and saber techniques, but when it came to the ❮Tome of Never-Ending Tears❯, he knew nothing.
So, he could only wait for Ye Si to come out secluded meditation, ask her for her thoughts on it, and see if she was willing to accept the Sobbing Old Man as her disciple.
“Senior Song, how long is a few days?” the Sobbing Old Man asked as he wiped away his tears.
“At least seven or eight days, at most a month,” Song Shuhang answered. From his contract with Ye Si, he was sure that she would be able to transcend her tribulation within a month.
The Sobbing Old Man nodded as he said, “I understand, Senior Song. I shall go prepare for the acknowledgement ceremony.”
Then, he turned in another direction, and ran off.
“Honestly, little friend Shuhang, you could accept him,” Venerable Seventh Cultivator of True Virtue said while laughing.
“But I really don’t have anything to teach him. Besides, Senior, as you might know, while I’m the ‘first Sage in a thousand years’, I’m really only at the Fourth Stage,” Song Shuhang said bitterly.
The Sobbing Old Man wanted to learn the continuation of the ❮Tome of Never-Ending Tears❯, but Song Shuhang wasn’t even sure whether Ye Si would be willing to accept the Sobbing Old Man as her disciple. If Ye Si were to disagree, then Song Shuhang would definitely be unable to pass on the following part of the ❮Tome of Never-Ending Tears❯ to him.
Also, the Sobbing Old Man didn’t match with his style. Among his seven daoist names, he gave ‘Virtuous Buddhist Sabersman’ to Little Cai and had to keep Tyrannical Saber Song One for himself. As for Daoist Priest Wood, Baijing Street’s Sabersman, Scholar Mountain of Books, Path-Seeking Scholar, Virtuous Cultivator, and the other daoist names, none of them were suitable for Sobbing Old Man.
Song Shuhang then said, “Senior Seventh Cultivator of True Virtue, there’s still some time before evening. Would you like to rest somewhere in the meantime?”
In the afternoon, Shuhang and Sixteen both had classes.
“I’ll go look for a place to practice for a while. The afternoon should pass by in the blink of an eye,” Venerable Seventh Cultivator of True Virtue said. A moment in casual meditation could last an afternoon if it was him.
With that said, Venerable Seventh Cultivator of True Virtue raised his head to look at the sky. “It looks like it’s going to rain, just the right weather for me to go up into the clouds to practice. Little friend Shuhang, just contact me in the evening.”
Song Shuhang nodded as he said, “Alright.”
Venerable Seventh Cultivator of True Virtue smiled and waved his hands. He dispersed the magical technique he’d cast a while back and his figure flashed, transforming into a beam of light and leaving.
After Senior Seventh Cultivator of True Virtue left, Song Shuhang raised his head to look at the sky and saw dense clouds in the sky. The weather had changed.
“Let’s go as well,” Song Shuhang said. In all honesty, he’d been rather sensitive to dark clouds recently. He always felt that after they condensed, they would suddenly send a streak of lightning at his head, or perhaps a gun’s barrel would emerge among them and shoot him.
Su Clan’s Sixteen smiled, and said, “Mm-hm.”
And so, the afternoon classes began.
Song Shuhang found his roommates and sat beside them.
At this moment, Tubo nudged Song Shuhang with his elbow, and said with a smile, “Shuhang, not bad. You actually got into a student-teacher relationship. When did you get the chance to get together with Teacher Su from the art department next door? Ahaha, sure enough, a real expert doesn’t show off his skills. But, a student-teacher relationship is really too exciting.”
Song Shuhang: “…”
Was Tubo talking about Sixteen?
“I’ve done some research. Teacher Su is an art genius returning from overseas. Her works have even won international awards; she’s truly a talented woman. It took Jiangnan University Town a lot of money to hire her.” Yangde, who was at the side, tapped on his tablet as he pulled out Teacher Su’s profile.
Gao Moumou asked, “When did you get to know Teacher Su?”
Song Shuhang asked, “Did you three forget that I was in the movie with her?”
Tubo held his chin as he said, “Wait, she’s the little miss who played Traceless Saber in that movie? No wonder I felt that Teacher Su looked familiar.”
Due to the huge role change Sixteen had, the three weren’t able to connect the talented Teacher Su with the little miss that played Traceless Saber.
Gao Moumou went closer to Song Shuhang and asked, a smile on his face, “So, Shuhang, what’s going on with you and Teacher Su?”
Tubo said, “I didn’t expect Shuhang to have the same tastes as Gao Moumou’s. Who’d have thought that you both had a thing for petite women.”
Song Shuhang: “…”
Why did it seem like Tubo’s words made him a sinful lolicon?
“Tubo, you don’t understand the cuteness of petite women. Their small appearance makes it so that people can’t help but protect and take good care of them. What’s more, their being petite makes them look especially cute,” Gao Moumou said proudly.
“I still prefer those with big oppais,” Tubo said as he made a gesture in front of his chest. “If I were to look for a girlfriend, I would definitely want someone like Shuhang’s elder sister Zhao Yaya.”
Song Shuhang: “…”
Tubo, you want to be my brother-in-law?
“Young man, you don’t understand. Flat is justice.” Gao Moumou said with an enigmatic face.
“Hey, end the discussion.” Yangde adjusted his glasses. “Shi is still sitting right beside us.”
Loli Shi was currently looking down at her chest. After a while, she seemed to have realized something. Then… she silently distanced herself from Gao Moumou.
Gao Moumou: “…”
Hey, hey, hey, little girl Shi, you’ve misunderstood. I only like petite girls, I’m not a lolicon. I would definitely never lay my hands on a loli like you, and I already have a girlfriend!
Seeing Gao Moumou being given the cold shoulder by Loli Shi, Song Shuhang felt inexplicable joy.
Yangde then asked, “By the way, Shuhang. Are you feeling better?” In the morning, he remembered Song Shuhang’s face turning pale, just as though he was in great pain.
“Don’t worry, my body feels… great…” Song Shuhang said half of what he wanted to say when his face suddenly twitched.
He could feel an electric shock coming from his left hand again. This time, the electric shock brought about by the heavenly tribulation was even stronger than the ones in the morning. It hadn’t been easy for Song Shuhang to get used to the strength of the electric shock in the morning, and he didn’t think that it would get even stronger now.
Song Shuhang silently turned his body, and leaned on the table as he gritted his teeth from the pain.
“Hey, hey, hey, Shuhang, it would be better for you to ask for a leave,” Yangde said, worried. It really didn’t look like he was fine at all.
“Don’t worry, I’m really fine.” Song Shuhang waved his hand.
This time, although the electric shock came quickly, it also left quickly. It seemed like Senior White had found a weak spot on his left hand, and quickly adopted recovery measures to use on it, strengthening the defense of his hand.
After about ten breaths, Venerable White placed a note in his left hand.
Song Shuhang’s issued an order, transferring the note to the main world.
[Apologies, Shuhang. Just now, I accidentally let the nuclear bomb explode. By the way, Shuhang, do you have a computer near you? Transfer one over to me, it’s boring to just keep on grinding heavenly tribulation, but since I haven’t collected all the different kinds of nuclear bombs, I don’t want to leave yet. So, I’ll still be grinding for a while. Can you send a computer here? I wanna play some games; singleplayer ones would be fine.]
Song Shuhang: “…”
Was Venerable White transcending a tribulation, or was the heavenly tribulation transcending Venerable White?
Song Shuhang tore a piece of paper and wrote: [I don’t have a computer. But, Senior White, you could play some mobile games.]
After writing, Shuhang sent the note over to the Heavenly Tribulation Realm.
After a moment, Venerable White replied. [My phone accidentally blew up during the wave of nuclear bombs… How about lending yours to me? It should be fine. I remember seeing your phone screen cracked previously. After this heavenly tribulation, we could go buy a new phone. I will modify the phone for you later.]
Song Shuhang looked at his phone. After his screen cracked, he never got it repaired. In addition, after transcending the tribulation, his phone had received even more damage. Since morning, his screen would fill up with random spots and lines due to the graphics card seemingly having been damaged. It would indeed be pretty good to switch to a new one.
So, Song Shuhang took out the memory card from his phone, which also seemed to have received some damage. He planned to find some time to replace it as well.
Then, he placed his phone in his pocket, and immediately sent it to Venerable White.
After getting a phone to play with, Senior White didn’t send him any more notes during the class.
Song Shuhang could imagine the scene in the Heavenly Tribulation Realm, with Senior White grinding the heavenly tribulation while playing on the phone at the same time. Well, as long as Senior White was happy, everything was fine.
During the break, Song Shuhang got bored, and drew on a piece of paper.
“What’s Senior Brother Song drawing?” Loli Shi approached and looked curiously at the designs on the paper.
It looked like a door-sized flying sword. However, there were also weird horizontal and vertical bars.
“I’m drawing up a design,” Song Shuhang said seriously.
“A design? For a new flying sword?” Shi asked curiously.
“It’s a treasured saber!” Song Shuhang replied using the ‘secret sound transmission’.
Shi then asked, “Oh, then what are these black lines?”
“Guardrails.” Song Shuhang made a thumbs up gesture, and said, “Don’t you feel that after guardrails are added to flying swords, flying would be much safer?
It might not be good to use this word to describe Senior Brother Song, but she really wanted to shout, “Baka!”