2360 Any Harvest?

This beastly cultivator is venomous!

Song Shuhang, through the golden dream array, could sense that this raging fire was no ordinary blaze.

This fire was both terrifying and mysterious. It was capable of directly consuming spiritual energy.

The protective spiritual energy of the beastly cultivator and the spiritual energy coursing through her body all became fuel for the flames. The fire grew increasingly fierce and engulfed both the beastly cultivator and the towering tree.

Song Shuhang began to anticipate what would happen next. What had become of this melted golden array disc? Had it become the vessel for the spatial technique of the World Refining Holy Ape? In the end, did it end up in the hands of the Almighty Merchant?

This beastly cultivator exuded the aura of a fire phoenix. Could she be on the brink of rebirth from the ashes?

As Song Shuhang pondered, the towering tree that reached into the sky and the blushing beastly cultivator… both turned into ashes!

The envisioned scene of ‘rising from the ashes’ failed to materialize, and the towering tree displayed no special abilities.

Shortly after, the colossal tree and the beastly cultivator perished.

Song Shuhang was left speechless.

It was a trick!

How dare it employ the ploy of immolation without experiencing rebirth?

However, the plot within the dream was not yet over!

Song Shuhang thought that things might take a positive turn…

But in the end, the remainder of the narrative was that after the strange fire consumed the giant tree and beastly cultivator, it gradually dwindled and began to die out.

As the last wisp of flame vanished, Song Shuhang’s dreamland came to an end. He awoke from the dream that had spanned eleven years.

He opened his eyes in discomfort.

As he opened his eyes, Song Shuhang found himself gazing into a pair of bright eyes belonging to Fairy Creation.

Simultaneously, he realized that his head was resting on… a hard turtle shell.

At this moment, his body had fully recovered from the smoky state. He clutched the golden array disc tightly in his arms, and his palm instinctively executed the Blade Nurturing Technique.

“Fairy, what are you doing?” Song Shuhang inquired.

When he raised his head, he felt as though there were more than thirty strands swinging above him.

It was a braided hairstyle!

Fairy Creation had fashioned over thirty braids for him!

Song Shuhang couldn’t decide whether to laugh or cry as he asked, “Senior Turtle, Fairy Creation… Are you both that bored?”

“No, we’re just conducting an experiment,” Senior Turtle replied earnestly. “Your Braid Saber Dao, currently allows for a maximum of twenty hair strands, correct?”

Song Shuhang nodded and said, “That’s correct for now, but as my strength increases, that number will certainly rise.”

“In that case, I made a hypothesis. If I were to braid your hair into thirty strands in advance and then employ the Hair Palm Dao, could I condense all thirty in one go?” Senior Turtle inquired seriously.

“You’re quite the ingenious turtle, Senior,” Song Shuhang remarked with a smile.

With that, he extended his hand and placed it on Senior Turtle’s shell.

“Don’t employ that sinister Saber Nurturing Technique on me. I’m not buying it,” Senior Turtle protested. It was addicted to that dark art and didn’t want to betray the Great Northern Emperor.

After the rebuke, it suddenly realized that it didn’t feel right all over—it was as though it were being massaged. More strangely, it seemed that hair was sprouting from its turtle shell.

Senior Turtle was rendered speechless.

The experiment with the Hair Growth Technique: Enhanced Version was a success. With this technique, even Senior Turtle could sport luxurious, long locks. Song Shuhang waved his hand and instructed, “Fairy Creation, go ahead and braid Senior Turtle as well.”

“Are you playing tricks on me?” Senior Turtle protested. “Besides, isn’t your long hair on your back?”

In the next moment, Fairy Creation had pinned it down and was busily braiding the fur on its shell.

Senior Turtle gazed at the sky with a look of despair in its eyes.

“Cultivation assistant, little squirrel, send a copy of the revised Hair Growth Technique to Senior Creation. Additionally, send a copy to Chu Chu and Little Cai,” Song Shuhang instructed the small assistant of the cultivation chat system in detail.

In the pond downstream of the living spring, Pavilion Master Chu expelled a series of bubbles and inquired, “Did you gain anything?”

“I didn’t gain anything substantial from the dream, except for an additional ten years of tempering my Dao-heart. This might be the least I’ve ever gained from a dream entry… Hmm?” Song Shuhang’s heart suddenly skipped a beat as he spoke.

He reached out and grasped the golden array disc to carefully inspect it.

“Pow~ It seems you’ve gained something after all,” Pavilion Master Chu quipped.

At this moment, Song Shuhang felt as though he had merged with the golden disk array. The array seemed to have become a part of him and ranked just below his life-bound magical treasure in intimacy.

A surge of information poured forth from the golden array disc.

It was knowledge related to space and information regarding the Holy Ape World Refining technique.

The spatial knowledge from the golden disc array triggered several of Song Shuhang’s hidden abilities.

First, for the whale mount created by the light of virtue—the tribulation bone within it emitted a faint glow.

Soon after, the connection between Song Shuhang and the ghost spirit fairy began resonating. Even when she was absent, the connection between the ghost spirit and her master remained intact. Having merged with the ‘one-month seed of spatial power’ from the fat ball, the ghost spirit fairy continuously transmitted spatial information back to Song Shuhang’s main body.

Subsequently, Song Shuhang received a message from the Steel Doppelganger, which had been unresponsive for some time. The Celestial Thearch had seized the Steel Doppelganger as spoils of war, and the connection between it and the main body had become intermittent. This time, the steel clone voluntarily broke through the various barriers to relay the information regarding space that it had gleaned from the Celestial Thearch back to Song Shuhang’s main body.

Finally, there was the Inner World, a creation of the third Wielder of the Will, Striped Dragon. Among the three special spaces, the Inner World possessed greater potential for evolution than the worlds of the Virtuous Golden Lotus and Senior White Two’s black lotus world. The Inner World also sent some information to Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang cradled the golden array disc in his hand. Under the influence of the array, the thirty braids on his head began to spin.

The braids whirled faster and faster.

As they spun, Song Shuhang soared into the air.

Senior Turtle, Pavilion Master Chu, Scarlet Heaven Sword, and the stone tablet observed Song Shuhang with curiosity.

Lady Onion rubbed her eyes and was roused from slumber by the commotion.

She raised her head and witnessed Song Shuhang spiraling through the air with his braids. She was left dumbfounded. “Is this a new flying technique?”

In this manner, Song Shuhang flew in the air for over an hour before gradually descending.

The golden array disc in his hand transformed into a stream of light and entered the spiritual lake within Song Shuhang’s original dantian, where it absorbed nourishment.

“How do you feel, Tyrannical Song?” the hamster inquired curiously, ready to report back to its master.

“It’s… something,” Song Shuhang replied with a heavy nod. “The roots of my hair are hurting. It feels as though they’re about to fall out.”

Pavilion Master Chu was left speechless.

Tyrannical Song might just go bald.

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