Cultivation Chat Group Chapter 672


Chapter 672 I Wish For My Ghost Spirit To Come Back Safely

In other words, Shuhang went on stage with his real body and performed in the great battle personally, beating up Venerable White as ‘Song Shuhang’ and not as the ‘wooden figure’?

Song Shuhang thought of a person at this moment. The name of this person was ‘Quiet1‘. As for her surname, she didn’t seem to have any. She was just called ‘Quiet’.

After seeing the petrified Song Shuhang, Su Clan’s Sixteen came over and comforted him, “Shuhang, you don’t need to be this worried… cheer up a bit.”

Song Shuhang nodded stiffly.

“Perhaps you won’t even die!” Su Clan’s Sixteen pondered for a short while and explained, “Although you beat Venerable White up earlier, it was ultimately due to a role that Venerable White himself had accepted to play. From a certain point of view, you just fulfilled Senior White’s wish. Therefore, not only you didn’t offend him, you should have even made him happy.”

After hearing these words, the nearby Northern River’s Loose Cultivator held his chin and pondered for a moment, agreeing with Sixteen. “If we look at things from this perspective, what little Sixteen said makes sense.”

Even Great Master Profound Principle silently nodded, showing his approval.

Fairy Lychee said at this time, “Such being the case, instead of dying, little friend Song Shuhang might even start to get lucky?”

True Monarch Fallout added, “What you guys said makes sense. Anyway, can’t little friend Shuhang simply go to see Venerable White once the shooting of the first act ends, asking him if he is happy with how things are proceeding? You can easily know the answer that way. If Venerable White confirms that he is happy with the shooting of this part, little friend Seven Dao Names might hit the jackpot.”

Just as the various fellow daoists were discussing, the shooting of the first act of the movie came to an end.

Both the members of the movie crew and the actors decided to take a break and prepare for the next scene.

Director Jacob was already watching the replay of the scenes they had just shot.

Riverly Purple Mist, True Monarch Ancient Lake Temple, and Senior White came down from the martial arts stage one after another.

“Little friend Shuhang, it’s time to determine if you’ll live or die. Why don’t you go to see Senior White and ask him if he enjoyed performing this scene?” The seniors of the Nine Provinces Number One Group encouraged Song Shuhang.

With the seniors of the group supporting him, Song Shuhang made up his mind and arrived in front of Venerable White.

Song Shuhang asked, “Senior White, are you happy?”

“Ah?” Venerable White was perplexed by this sudden question.

“Oh. Sorry, wrong question. What I wanted to ask was: Senior White, were you happy while shooting that act earlier?” Song Shuhang asked again.

“Yes, I was very happy.” Venerable White faintly smiled and said, “I’m having a lot of fun while shooting this movie together with everyone. In addition, Ling Ye’s character reminds me of several matters that took place in my past. Therefore, I find the whole thing very interesting and refreshing. I’m really looking forward to shooting the next scene!”

After hearing these words, Song Shuhang also smiled and said, “If Senior White is happy, then it’s all good.”

From the looks of it, Senior White wasn’t offended that he got ‘beaten up’ on the martial arts stage, but was actually happy!

This news was very good.

“Shuhang, your performance was really good.” Gao Moumou, Tubo, Yu Jiaojiao, and the others arrived next to Song Shuhang.

Gao Moumou patted Song Shuhang’s shoulder and said, “The scene of the battle between you and Mister Song Bai was absolutely perfect. Yayi said that you looked rather detestable while playing the role of the senior brother and made the onlookers feel like giving you a good beating. Shuhang, you really brought Senior Brother Gao Sheng’s character to life!”

Luckily, he wasn’t the one playing this character… otherwise, the ‘detestable’ person that Yayi was talking about would be him.

Song Shuhang was a good brother and had tanked the scourge for him.

Song Shuhang forced a smile and said, “Anyway, did you learn something?” Earlier, he noticed that Gao Moumou was paying close attention to Director Jacob.

“I feel that becoming a director might be really interesting,” Gao Moumou said earnestly. “Therefore, I wondered whether I should change my profession and try to become a director.”

“…” Song Shuhang.

“Ahaha, I was just kidding. Moreover, even if I wanted to study to become a director, my father wouldn’t allow it. Anyway, I’m getting more and more interested in screenwriting. I was thinking of studying some more about this profession with Great Master and learn how to write a good script that would satisfy a director. Great Master also agreed to teach me,” Gao Moumou said.

After hearing these words, Song Shuhang held his chin and pondered for a moment, saying, “Gao Moumou, do you plan on becoming a monk?”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk! I’m someone with a girlfriend, and you want me to become a monk?!” Gao Moumou said hastily.

“I thought you might consider becoming a layman buddhist disciple. You will be able to deepen your relationship with Great Master that way,” Song Shuhang said.

“If you put it this way, what you said makes sense,” Gao Moumou said. “However, I still won’t do it. I don’t have any interest in becoming a layman buddhist disciple, either.”

Song Shuhang gently smiled.

Venerable White, Riverly Purple Mist, and the others headed toward Director Jacob’s position to take a look at the scene they had just shot.

Song Shuhang returned to where Senior Northern River and the others were and said, “Senior White said that he was very happy while shooting the previous scene. He finds the shooting of this movie a refreshing and joyful experience.”

Su Clan’s Sixteen said, “In that case, you don’t need to worry. Nothing bad will happen.”

Fairy Lychee added, “Such being the case, little friend Song Shuhang might even start to get lucky from now on!”

Northern River’s Loose Cultivator’s eyes lit up as he said, “Now then, perhaps little friend Song Shuhang has already started to get lucky? Shall we give it a try?”

“How can you exactly test one’s luck?” Song Shuhang asked out of curiosity.

“If we want to test someone’s luck, the simplest method would be to draw lots or throw the dice,” some of the seniors suggested.

True Monarch Fallout asked, “Is there someone here that has a dice or two with him?”

“I can manufacture a few of them on the spot; it’s not a big deal. What do you want to use as the base material?” Cave Lord Snow Wolf asked.

Fairy Lychee said, “Fellow Daoist Snow Wolf, how about sculpting them from ice?”

“That works as well! Hold on.” Cave Lord Snow Wolf rubbed his hands together and blew some air between them.

Then, he rubbed them a few more times. When he finally opened his hands, four glistening dice sculpted from ice had appeared in his palms.

Given the level of Cave Lord Snow Wolf’s craftsmanship, it seemed that he frequently manufactured dice such as this…

Was it possible that Cave Lord Snow Wolf was a wolf that liked gambling?

Or perhaps the level of his ice-type magical techniques had reached such a high level that tasks such as this were nothing but child’s play for him?

At the same time, Fairy Lychee pulled a small box out of her pocket and took an exquisite painting brush out of it, drawing red-colored dots on the various sides of the four dice.

“Here, done. Little friend Song Shuhang, you can go ahead and give it a try.” Cave Lord Snow Wolf handed the four ice dice to Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang asked, “Which numbers should I get to show that I’m lucky?”

“It means you are lucky if you get the one you wish for, right? Otherwise, you can throw the four dice and hope to get number four four times?” Su Clan’s Sixteen said.

Song Shuhang replied, “Good, I’ll give it a try then.”

He shook the four dice sculpted from ice in his palm for a while and finally threw them.

The four dice continuously rolled on the ground…

Then, after a few seconds, they finally stopped.

Northern River’s Loose Cultivator exclaimed, “You really got the number four on each of the four dice!”

Fairy Lychee said, “Has he started to get lucky already?”

“One time isn’t enough, since it might be just a coincidence. Little friend Shuhang, how about trying to get the number six on all the four dice?” Cave Lord Snow Wolf said as he handed over to Song Shuhang a dice cup, which was also made of ice.

Song Shuhang took the dice cup and placed the four ice dice inside. “I have to get the number six on all four dice?”

After saying this much, Song Shuhang started to shake the cup.

After a short moment…

The numbers on the four dice inside the dice cup were finally revealed.

The number six was on each of the four glistening dice’s top.

“It seems that little friend Song Shuhang has really started to get lucky!” Cave Lord Snow Wolf said.

“Little friend Song Shuhang, why don’t you try making a wish?” Northern River’s Loose Cultivator suggested. Little friend Song Shuhang was currently in a special state where his luck was pretty good. Such being the case, they might as well try to see which degree the level of his luck could reach.

“Speaking of wishes… can I wish for Senior Northern River to replace me and play Senior Brother Gao Sheng’s role in my stead from now on?” Song Shuhang probed.

“No way,” Northern River’s Loose Cultivator immediately refused, and suggested, “However, you can perhaps let Fellow Daoist Thrice Reckless have a try?”

“I already asked, but Senior White said that Senior Thrice Reckless’ disposition didn’t fit Senior Brother Gao Sheng’s character,” Song Shuhang said helplessly.

“Fellow Daoist Su Clan’s Seven will bring Immortal Master Copper Trigram in a while. Perhaps you can let Copper Trigram go on stage and play the role in your stead? If Copper Trigram uses his disguising technique to assume your appearance, he will be a perfect body double,” Northern River’s Loose Cultivator suggested again.

Fairy Lychee nodded in approval. “It’s a very good idea! If you need a good substitute, Fellow Daoist Copper Trigram should be really suited for the task. His disguising technique is simply too incredible, and he can assume anyone’s appearance without problems.”

Fairy Maiden, if you were to discover that Senior Copper Trigram assumed your appearance while he was space, would you still have that approving expression on your face?Song Shuhang thought to himself.

Cave Lord Snow Wolf added at this time, “However, it seems difficult to realize wishes of this level. Perhaps little friend Song Shuhang should just change the wish?”

Song Shuhang pondered for a moment and heaved a sigh. Then, he said earnestly, “Speaking of which… there is indeed something that I really wish for at this time. It would be wonderful if my ghost spirit could come back safely.”

Northern River’s Loose Cultivator asked out of curiosity, “Your ghost spirit? Little friend Shuhang, did something happen to your ghost spirit?”

It was no wonder that he felt that little friend Shuhang’s state wasn’t normal when he saw him this time. It seemed that his ghost spirit had had problems.

Song Shuhang placed a hand on his chest and said, “Not too long ago… a powerful expert forcefully borrowed my ghost spirit. Afterward, just as that powerful expert was returning it to me, something unexpected happened. At this time, the ghost spirit seems stuck in some special dimension, and I can’t pinpoint its exact coordinates. Every connection between the two of us was cut off as well. The only thing I know right now is that it’s still alive.”

The ghost spirit was a part of him.

After losing the ghost spirit, he felt as though there was something wrong with him. His whole body felt empty.

His ghost spirit had managed to turn into a high-rank ghost spirit with much difficulty, and its appearance had also changed into a very cute one… but then, it suddenly disappeared.

“Since the ghost spirit is still alive, little friend Shuhang doesn’t need to worry too much. You’ll surely find a way to get it back,” Northern River’s Loose Cultivator comforted.

Now then… even something like a ghost spirit could be forcefully borrowed? It was Northern River’s Loose Cultivator’s first time hearing about something of the sort.

Song Shuhang nodded. One day, he would get his ghost spirit back.

While the various fellow daoists were discussing, Senior Medicine Master was still fiddling with his mobile phone, writing one word at a time on his wall.

His writing speed was simply too slow. The other fellow daoists had already finished writing their posts and had even written several replies on them when he managed to send his.

After writing a new post on his wall, Medicine Master left that section of the app and returned to the chat of the Nine Provinces Number One Group.

At this time, there was a new message in the Nine Provinces Number One Group.

It was a message from Su Clan’s Seven.