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All the seniors in the ‘Nine Provinces Number One Group’ were supporting him.

From the moment he stepped into cultivation until now, he was not alone!

Now, not only the seniors from the ‘Nine Provinces Number One Group’ but also a group of powerhouses from Father Goudan’s side were his strong support.

Therefore, even if it’s the ‘Will of the Heavens’, or the challenge of becoming ‘detached’, he will try his best to do well.

No matter whether he succeeds or not, having fought and struggled would be the most brilliant experience!

Without needing Senior Yellow Mountain to say more, Song Shuhang self-mentally supplemented a large pot of ‘mind-soothing chicken soup’, satisfying and entertaining himself.

After drinking the self-brewed mind-soothing chicken soup, Tyrannical Song became full of motivation!

Senior Yellow Mountain slightly smiled and continued watching the New Year’s drama between Young Master Phoenix Slayer and Doudou on the stage.

This might very well be the last peaceful New Year for the ‘Nine Provinces Number One Group’.

Cherish it while it lasts.

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Following the return of Senior White’s clone, Immortal Fairy Bie Xue’s ‘Year Beast Immortal Dish’ also began to be served successively—if Senior White hadn’t come back, the other dishes would have been served as planned, but the Year Beast Immortal Dish would definitely have been delayed.

The best should be reserved for warming the stomach of Senior White.

Song Shuhang sat in his seat and casually asked, “Speaking of which, what about my share of the immortal dish before I was resurrected?”

He saw that some ‘Year Beast Immortal Dishes’ were served individually for everyone, right?

No sooner had he spoken than the recently returned virtuous lamia, Fairy Creation, and black-skinned Soft Feather simultaneously tilted their heads.

Song Shuhang: “…”

Alright, he already knew the answer.

Above his head, Pavilion Master Chu’s dazed hair was swaying in the wind, as if hesitant to speak.

She was extremely nervous now.

Eager to get the information on the ‘Crystal-clear Water Pavilion’ from Song Shuhang’s mouth as soon as possible.

But also afraid of receiving a despairing response.

Wanted to ask, yet didn’t dare to ask.

Feeling the rhythm of the dazed hair moving on his scalp, Song Shuhang transmitted his voice: “Pavilion Master Chu, regarding the Crystal-clear Water Pavilion, I have already communicated with Daoist Senior.”

Sometimes, Tyrannical Song actually understood hearts quite well.

“What did the Will of the Heavens say?” Pavilion Master Chu’s dazed hair couldn’t help but ask.

“Rest assured, there’s a chance,” Song Shuhang replied, his voice gentle yet firm, instilling a sense of confidence.

Upon hearing this, Pavilion Master Chu’s dazed hair instantly flopped down limply.

It was good news, so delightful that it made her entire body feel weak with joy!

From ancient times to the present, what she most wanted to hear was actually this phrase.

“However, to resurrect the members of the Crystal-clear Water Pavilion… we cannot depend on Daoist Senior’s power. So, we need to wait a little longer,” Song Shuhang added.

Pavilion Master Chu’s dazed hair nodded slightly.

Being unable to borrow the power of Daoist Senior meant that the Will of the Heavens ‘Daozi’ had more important matters to deal with, so it could not lend a hand.

About this point, Pavilion Master Chu was very understanding.

There was no karmic tie between her, Daozi, and the scholarly system, and neither Daozi nor the scholarly system owed her any favors. So if they helped her, it would be a favor; if not, it would be the norm.

Even Daozi willing to tell her the answer and give her a glimmer of hope was already a favor.

Although she was impatient to bring back the members of the Crystal-clear Water Pavilion… Pavilion Master Chu was quite rational at heart and did not have an unreasonable temperament.

This is one of the signs in judging whether a person is mature.

“I’ve waited from the ancient past until now, all these years I’ve made it through. So long as there is hope, I can keep waiting,” Pavilion Master Chu’s dazed hair slowly said.

“It won’t take long, I promise,” Song Shuhang said.

After all, the myriad practitioners in the universe might only have 22 days of peace left.

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The New Year’s feast continued.

After three rounds of drinks, the members of the Nine Provinces Number One Group, slightly tipsy, took to the stage one by one to show off their special talents.

Even True Monarch Eternal Fire, always so steady, couldn’t help but perform a sword dance—the Confucianism school had been celebrating one joyous event after another, and as a disciple, True Monarch Eternal Fire’s mood had been full of joy lately.

Amid the boisterous banquet, Song Shuhang quietly masked his presence and summoned his steel manifestation to take his place.

His real body stealthily slipped away and, after a short while, arrived at Su Clan’s Sixteen’s tribulation site.

Sixteen’s heavenly tribulation was entering its final stage.

With the White Dragon acting as her protector, and the flaws in her techniques having been removed, her strength had long surpassed that of the Sixth Stage; this transition from the Sixth to Seventh Stage Tribulation was a walk in the park for her.

She even had spare energy to capture and seal some of the more ‘juicy-looking’ tribulation lightning bolts, contributing bricks and mortar to Tyrannical Song’s food storage.

Looking at the light of virtue on Sixteen, Song Shuhang murmured, “I owe Senior Scarlet Heaven and Daozi another favor.”

Thanks to these seniors, who had given the precious opportunity to Su Clan’s Sixteen—allowing her the chance of ‘aiding Daozi in proving his Dao’ and thus receiving the blessings of the Heavenly Dao’s feedback.

With such a blessing, Sixteen’s tribulation went exceptionally smoothly.

After watching for a moment, Song Shuhang used his spiritual power to leave a ‘message’ and his figure once again quietly disappeared.

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Several breaths later.

Song Shuhang slipped into the location of the mysterious island.

In a space temporarily created by a powerful individual with great magical techniques.

The glass-colored Cheng Lin and the son of the Heavenly Emperor were engaged in battle.

Upon seeing the appearance of Song Shuhang, the two exchanged a palm strike and separated, retreating.

“Senior Song, what’s up this time?” The Heavenly Emperor’s son looked dissatisfiedly at Song Shuhang—didn’t he see she was busy beating up Cheng Lin?

“Ah Song, the Heavenly Emperor is bullying me!” the glass-colored Cheng Lin called out to Song Shuhang, and at the same time, her figure began to fade, as if she might disappear at any moment.

Song Shuhang: “…”

“If it’s nothing, then scram,” the Heavenly Emperor’s son said, seeing Song Shuhang’s silence, she waved her hand, shooing him away.

“I do have a bit of business,” Song Shuhang sighed and looked at the glass-colored Cheng Lin: “I’m going into the ‘Heavenly Dao space’ that Daozi has opened for secluded meditation, what do you think?”

“I will decide after I finish fighting with the Heavenly Emperor’s son,” the glass-colored Cheng Lin replied, patting her chest.

“You’ll be dead after we finish,” the Heavenly Emperor’s son said coldly, in her soft voice.

Song Shuhang: “…”

[Fellow Daoist Tyrannical Song, are you ready?] At this moment, Daozi’s voice reached his ears.

Less than half an hour had passed, and Daozi had already created the space.

“I’m ready, Daozi Senior Brother,” Song Shuhang replied.

He then waved at the glass-colored Cheng Lin and the Heavenly Emperor’s son, took one last look at the location of the ‘mysterious island’ below,

Originally, he had thought about making a trip to the mysterious island, but it turned out that Senior Brother Daozi had moved up the schedule.

He could only wait for another opportunity to visit the mysterious island.

Daozi: “Then I’ll bring you in.”

The next moment, Song Shuhang’s figure vanished from the spot, disappearing from the myriad practitioners in the universe and entering the ‘Space-time Secret Realm’ specially created by Daozi.

Once Song Shuhang’s figure had dissipated, the glass-colored Cheng Lin’s figure began to solidify again.

“Let’s continue, Heavenly Emperor’s son,” the restored glass-colored Cheng Lin declared arrogantly: “The timing is about right. Today, you and I will decide life and death… either you eat me, or I’m going to put you on the grill and sprinkle you with cumin!”