Cultivation Chat Group

2256 As long as there are enough golden thighs in my friends list…

[You want me to burn?] Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet suddenly said via voice transmission. [Do you have spirit stones?]

His intuition told him that this was definitely not something that he could fight alone.

However, while he was indeed feeling nervous, he didn’t lose his calm.

One reason for this was his rich experience in fighting against such enemies. He had fought against the Netherworld Fat Ball so many times, and things tended to lose their mystery once you became familiar with them.

Although the ball in front of him wasn’t the Netherworld’s Fat Ball, it still originated from [Wielder of the Will Liquid Metal Ball] and was similar in a way.

Normally, these remains would only emerge when the current Wielder disappeared, but that was not the case this time, as they started appearing even though the current Wielder was still in charge.

Moreover, people would turn extremely calm in desperate situations. It was similar to accepting that the worst that could happen was death.

Song Shuhang was now in such a state. His heart was beating like crazy, but his mind was very calm. It was a very contradictory state.

[Spirit stones? I might have some,] answered Song Shuhang. There was indeed a sizable amount of spirit stones in his Inner World which were meant to be paid to the Ruler of Shadows as compensation.

It was just that he had not had the chance to meet him again, so the spirit stones were still stored in his Inner World.

Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet said passionately, [If you have enough spirit stones, you can activate my hidden abilities. As long as there are enough spirit stones, we can even fight Immortals!]

Song Shuhang: “…”

Another wasteful item!

The “if” part hurt the most.

If I had a large number of spirit stones or treasures, I could fight Immortals head-on for dozens of rounds just by using my Pay-To-Win Strike!

[Come on, this is not the time to be stingy. Take out your spirit stones. Let’s burn!] Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet replied quickly.

Although the remains of Wielder of the Will Liquid Metal Ball stood motionless in front of Song Shuhang’s grave, a world-destroying aura kept emanating from its body.

It was the opposite of all matter.

Even if it did not make a move and simply stood still, everything around it would collapse.

The stone tablet was fully activating its suppressing ability at this time. If it was not for it, Song Shuhang’s grave would have already crumbled to pieces.

If the Inner World could be opened now, he would have escaped into it with Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet.

This fellow sure is unlucky. Senior White Two went silent, and then he replied, [Did it attack you?]

Song Shuhang hurriedly said, [No, it’s just standing still, as if paying a visit to my tomb. But even if it’s just standing still, its terrifying aura is enough to destroy my tomb. Senior White, is there any way to help me?]

Senior White Two replied, [Calm down, and don’t be reckless. When the remains of the Wielders of the Will appear, they follow fixed patterns. Since it did not attack you, it means that you did not meet the conditions for it to do so. As such, do not move and stay right where you are.]

[Additionally… ×&%￥$] Senior White Two sent two postscript messages.

However, the second postscript was a mess of characters.

If the one he was chatting with was Senior Medicine Master and a mess of characters was sent out, it might be that his head had been smashed onto the keyboard by Riverly Purple Mist.

But who would dare to do that to Senior White Two?

Nothing should have happened to Senior White Two, right?

Thinking that Senior White Two was still sealed by the fat ball, Song Shuhang’s heart tensed.

The voice of Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet rang in his ears again. [If we do not have any spirit stones, we are done for. If the worst comes to the worst, I’ll protect you while you look for a way to leave. Do you have a way out of this prison?]

[Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet, don’t be reckless! Don’t do anything!] Song Shuhang hastily relayed the words of Senior White Two.

At the same time, he quickly sent a message to Senior White Two, asking about his status.

Senior White Two replied quickly. However, his reply was a mess of characters again.

He could still reply, which meant that he was fine.

Then that meant the problem might be on his side…

Song Shuhang frowned.

Could it be that the connection between Senior White Two, who was in the Netherworld, and him was disturbed by the remains in front of his grave?

Thinking of this, Song Shuhang quickly contacted the main world’s Senior White. If he wanted to leave the Wielder’s prison, he would have to rely on Senior White’s small-black-room-breaking disposable flying sword.

As long as the number of golden thighs in my friend list is enough, the remains of the Wielders of the Will cannot stop me from contacting my seniors!

Song Shuhang got in contact with Senior White and sent out a distress signal. [SOS! Senior White, come and save me! I’m going to die!]

Senior White: [☉⊙●〇◎¤]

Damn, it was a bunch of garbled characters again.

One day, when my Cultivation chat group is fully upgraded, no one will be able to stop me! Song Shuhang thought to himself.

If the messages he sent were normal, the two Senior Whites should be able to see his call for help.

But if the messages that he sent out became garbled, he would have to deal with his current dilemma on his own.

While thinking this, Song Shuhang sent several distress signals to Senior White Two and Senior White even if the messages might become garbled characters.

Since he sent so many strange messages in one breath, Senior White would definitely be able to figure out that he was in a dangerous situation.

??????

[Shiet, it has begun to move!] Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet said via voice transmission.

Two metal arms extended from the remains of Wielder of the Will Fat Ball, which had been standing motionless until a moment ago.

The metal arms pierced into the golden sand and began to dig.

“Fwoosh~” With a lift of its metal arms, a large clump of sand was lifted.

Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet said, [We cannot wait any longer!]

If they waited any longer, there would only be one end for them.

“Boom~”

As soon as Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet finished speaking, the lid of Song Shuhang’s stone coffin exploded and shot toward the remains of Wielder of the Will Fat Ball.