Translator: GodBrandy Editor: Kurisu
“I am indeed aware of some information, but that was forty years ago,” Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman gently explained. “Forty-three years ago, while I was roaming around the world, I had passed by a village in China’s Eastern region. At that time, everyone in that village was killed as a blood sacrifice using cruel methods, and there were no survivors. The purpose was to artificially manufacture hatred and create resentful ghosts. Such methods were usually used by depraved ghost cultivators.
Back then, I was extremely angry and had made an oath to completely exterminate those evil ghost cultivators, not letting even one go. Afterwards, I had tracked them for a long time, but unfortunately, I only managed to chop off a few insignificant subordinates of ghost cultivators. However, I managed to find a Three Claw Marks Beast Head mark on their bodies.”
When Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman was young, he was a man filled with righteousness, the type that overflowed with justice.
Furthermore, his personality was rash when he was young, and he liked to make an oath if he met with injustice.
Just like the depraved ghost cultivators incident—he had made an oath with heaven and earth as witnesses to completely eliminate that group of depraved ghost cultivators who had tried to manufacture resentful ghosts.
He had made thousands of oaths when he was young, all of them like this.
Nowadays, he took a small notebook with him—for no other reason than to record those oaths he made when he was young.
Oaths made by cultivators using heaven and earth as witnesses couldn’t be taken lightly. Once an oath was made, the person had to spare no effort in completing it and come up with plans to do that, else their soul would not be complete, and would give rise to inner demons in the future when they advanced.
Whereas right now, Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman was trying his best to find time and complete all sorts of oaths he took when he was young with his cheeks streaming with tears. Although he had supposedly strived hard to complete the previous oaths he made, why was there still so many oaths in that small notebook?
For a period of time, Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman had truly wished that he had the power to go back in time. He’d go back to the past, and give his young self who made oaths with great aspirations a three-hundred-pound slap to make that fella be more clear-minded and stop increasing his future self’s burden!
Going back to the previous topic. “I heard from Medicine Master that you have clues on Three Claw Marks Beast Head ghost cultivators?” Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman enquired.
“I have some small clues, and it’s all due to Senior Medicine Master’s help. If everything goes smoothly, I should be able to find this organization’s Altar Master’s general location within the next few days.” Song Shuhang replied. Regarding information on Altar Master, he only managed to obtain some from that long-armed man tonight.
“That’s superb, all those evil ghost cultivators should be put to death. It’s a pity I’m currently in the West region of China, with some matters on hand and unable to assist you.” Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman was somewhat gloomy and spoke again. “So, Little Friend, send me your mailing address. I will send you some talismans to you tomorrow, I hope these will be of help to you.”
Talismans? Song Shuhang’s mind immediately recalled the dazzling golden talisman papers Soft Feather threw out back when she was battling against the spirit ghost!
“Lastly, Fellow Daoist Stressed by a Mountain of Books, dao names are a cultivator’s face, and your dao name is somewhat awkward and not easy to say. It’ll be better to change it to another dao name! Remember to send me a mailing address that can receive parcels, and I’ll send you it shortly.” After Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman finished speaking, he quickly hung up the call as he was afraid that Song Shuhang would reject his good intentions.
“…” Song Shuhang.
Stressed by a Mountain of Books is only my chat username, not my dao name!
Perhaps he should change his nickname?
Else, in case everyone thinks that this is my dao name, they’ll address me as ‘Fellow Daoist Stressed by a Mountain of Books’, ‘Senior Stressed by a Mountain of Books,’ and whatnot. My liver hurts while hearing that.
Shortly after, Song Shuhang opened a text message template, and typed in his mailing address before sending it to Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman.
In actual fact, there was no need for Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman to quickly hang up the call.
Song Shuhang was not someone who would try to show off by pretending to be more capable than he actually was. He knew that there was a difference in his strength between him and his opponent, ‘Altar Master’. At this moment in time, even if it was assistance from talismans or personally coming over to help, Song Shuhang would definitely not reject anyone’s good intentions.
In regards to matters that concerned his life, what use would having face be?
‘I wonder what sort of talismans is Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman providing me with?’
It’s talismans we’re talking about!!!
That golden talisman Soft Feather had, one of it could thoroughly suppress those two spirit ghost, and its power was formidable.
To Song Shuhang, this was undoubtedly providing help when he needed it the most.
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June 7th. The sun was scorching hot.
Every year during this period, it was the most bitter and intense day for high schoolers, as China’s college entrance exams were all arranged to begin on this day.
Whereas, every year during this period, Jiangnan College Town would rejoice in other people’s misfortune and hold their sports competition. It had reflected the deep malice of top brass of Jiangnan College Town’s towards these suffering high schoolers.
The 5000 meter men’s run was one of the events held on the first day of the sports competition.
As a participant, Song Shuhang had woken up early as he intended to comfortably train his muscles and bones, and casually obtain the first place—he had to show off a bit, aye?
The moment he woke up, he touched the back of the flying sword placed at his bedside.
Flying swords were basically treasures that wouldn’t be contaminated with blood, but Song Shuhang had a misconception of being able to smell the blood on it.
“As expected, it wasn’t a dream.” Song Shuhang thought aloud.
Yesterday… he had chopped someone for the first time, and what he chopped off was his head. The scene of that long-armed man’s head flying was still imprinted within his mind. As the first drop of blood Song Shuhang had taken in his whole life, this long-armed man’s look would be retained in Song Shuhang’s mind for a very long time.
‘Afterwards, there’s still that Altar Master.’ Song Shuhang tightly grabbed onto the flying sword in his hands.
The other party had mistakenly assumed that he was an ‘expert’, and he was frightened to the point of fleeing from Jiangnan District. However, Song Shuhang could not risk his own life and his family’s safety by placing his hope on the enemy’s misunderstanding.
If he did not resolve this big trouble, Song Shuhang would be unable to rest or eat in peace. Luckily, he would have some leads by this afternoon.
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After washing his face and rinsing his mouth after waking up, Song Shuhang opened the dormitory’s door to go out and exercise his body.
When he opened the door, he then realized that a huge man donned in suit and beaming from ear to ear was standing outside.
He seems very familiar, who was he again?
“Student Shuhang, we meet again. I am Little Jiang from Fengshou Express Delivery. You have another express delivery today.” The huge man exhaustingly squeezed out a amiable smile.
Oh, I remember, it’s Mr Sima Jiang from Fengshou Express Delivery.
Previously, when he came to deliver an express delivery, Song Shuhang did not know his status, and thought he was only a small delivery man, therefore, he called him Little Jiang. At that time, the corner of Sima Jiang’s mouth couldn’t help but twitch. He could be considered as someone of status, and Little Jiang—this form of address—was too shocking.
However, right now, he had personally addressed himself as ‘Little Jiang’. The reason being, in the the span of three days, he received two deliveries from different senders and locations, with both of the senders having a shocking background.
This Little Jiang, he was currently fine being addressed as such! Not even mentioning Little Jiang, Little Little Jiang or even Little Little Little Jiang was not a problem either!
After seeing Sima Jiang, Song Shuhang immediately thought of what Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman had said yesterday—that he was going to send an express delivery over.
The express delivery that was sent at midnight had reached in the morning at 6 am? What sort of godly speed was this?
“Good morning, Little Jiang. Another urgent air express delivery?” Song Shuhang inquired.
“Yea, it’s an urgent express air delivery from Western China. I had personally flew an airplane to receive it, and used the fastest speed to send it to you, Student Shuhang. I hope I didn’t hold you up?” Sima Jing took out a delivery as big as a handphone box from his bosom.
It was wrapped with multiple layers, and tightly sealed.
“You didn’t hold me up, but came just at the right time. Thanks for your trouble, where do I sign?” Song Shuhang was very trusting of this deliveryman, Little Jiang. The previous package he sent was also intact.
“Signing here will be fine.” Sima Jiang hand over a pen.
While Shuhang was signing, he suddenly remembered Great Master Profound Principle’s black iron flying sword and asked, “Oh right, Little Jiang, I might have a package to deliver in a few days’ time. I’ll contact you at that time.” Read latest Chapters at Wuxia World.Site Only
After he had settled ‘Altar Master’s affair in a few days time, he had to mail Great Master Profound Principal’s sword back. As Fengshou Express Delivery’s service was extremely good, he had naturally thought of him first.
“Where will it be sent to? Do you require my urgent air express delivery?” suddenly, Sima Jiang’s eyes brightened up as he happily spoke.
“There’s no need for that. The receiver doesn’t require it urgently, just a standard delivery will be fine. When I want to send it in a few days time, I’ll contact you.” Song Shuhang replied while smiling.
“No problem! You can contact me 24/7!” Sima Jiang had a smile on his face. His service attitude was five stars, and thirty-two likes.
Song Shuhang grabbed onto the package while wondering what would the talismans that Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman spoke of be like.
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