少妇人妻互换不带套

“Are you daydreaming?” When Song Shuhang noticed The Almighty Merchant’s unfocused gaze, he felt a sudden pang of anxiety.

It’s quite unnerving when big shots lose focus—see Senior White’s note, item number six.

Song Shuhang had encountered this kind of distracted behavior several times before, so he always stayed alert.

“Senior Almighty Merchant!” He tried calling out again.

But it seemed like Senior Almighty Merchant, or Almighty Merchant for short, was completely oblivious to Song Shuhangs attempts to get his attention. He maintained his posture, with his hands crossed under his chin, gazing blankly towards the location of the tomb.

“This isn’t good, he’s really lost in thought.” Song Shuhang turned to the others and asked, “Does anyone know an earth-type magical technique? We need to make a stable chair for Senior Almighty Merchant to prevent him from accidentally falling to the ground!”

“Don’t worry, Shuhang. After Senior Almighty Merchant was kicked flying by White Ruler of the Netherworld’s thigh, I heard him lying in the pit muttering to himself, saying he wanted to create a special spell to shield you. Once that spell succeeds, he won’t be able to see or hear you speak—perhaps Almighty Merchant is currently working on this spell,” Senior Turtle said cheerfully.

For Immortals, creating spells wasn’t a daunting task. Sometimes, just having an idea for a spell was enough for them to swiftly construct a prototype with their vast knowledge.

Currently, creating spells on the spot was child’s play for all Immortals!

However, Song Shuhang couldn’t help but note the word ‘currently.’ This was because his friend Song Shuhang had already advanced to the Eighth Stage

Profound Sage Realm. If he continued at this pace, he would likely reach the ‘Immortal’ realm within two months, a realm that 99-99% of practitioners in the universe aspired to.

And once he joined the ranks of Immortals, he would shatter this ‘100%’ probability and become the sole Immortal in the universe unable to ‘create a spell on the spot with just a thought,’ becoming the shame of the Immortals.

Song Shuhang was speechless.

The big shots created the ‘True Blacklist’ spell on the spot. They couldn’t afford to offend him.

However, he had been kicked away by Senior White Two’s thigh. Was Almighty Merchant courting death? Why was he blaming me when he was courting death?

Could it be that I’m Song.Pot King.Shuhang?

“Let me try calling out to him.” Black-skinned Soft Feather jumped in front of Almighty Merchant and waved her hand. “Senior Almighty Merchant, can you hear me?”

Yet, Almighty Merchant remained unresponsive.

“It seems like when Senior Almighty Merchant was crafting the spell, he temporarily blocked all our voices and faces. He might still be fine-tuning the functionality of this spell,” Senior Turtle speculated.

Crafting spells often required experimentation and adjustments, which was perfectly normal.

“Senior White, should we develop a magical technique that can forcibly imprint our image in someone’s eyes?” Song Shuhang looked at Senior White’s clone and proposed.

“The enhanced version of the ‘No One in the World Doesn’t Know You’ effect?” Senior White’s clone shook his head and replied, “If such a magical technique existed in this world, Scholar wouldn’t be so troubled.”

“Who is Scholar?” Song Shuhang inquired.

“The question of who you are is truly profound. I cannot elucidate it in brief.” Senior White’s clone extended his finger and pointed at Almighty Merchant. “Furthermore, Fellow Daoist Almighty Merchant wasn’t experimenting with a magical technique. He was simply lost in thought. I’m quite familiar with this state.”

As they conversed, a peculiar wind, unique to the Netherworld Realm, suddenly swept by. Almighty Merchant’s body appeared slightly unsteady, swaying in the breeze.

“Be careful!” Song Shuhang rose and positioned himself in front of Su Clan’s Sixteen and Lady Onion.

Senior White’s clone snapped his fingers lightly.

Hua

The ground of the Netherworld Realm transformed into sand, and the sand morphed into a rocking chair by Senior White’s will, cradling Almighty Merchant’s body.

The sand rocking chair swayed with the odd breeze. Almighty Nierchant, draped in a blanket, reclined in the rocking chair, emitting an aura of solitude.

“Senior White, this sand chair spell is excellent! Could it be simplified to the difficulty of a rune and then taught to me?” Song Shuhang inquired.

Having learned this technique from Senior White’s clone, he had employed it on Senior White’s main body, yielding wonderful results.

“Apologies, Shuhang. The theories and principles underlying this chair are somewhat profound. It would require at least the complexity of six runes. You won’t master this spell in a short span… Because it’s not a spell at all. It’s simply a natural ability of mine, allowing me to manipulate the power of the earth,” Senior White’s clone explained with a smile.

Song Shuhang was speechless.

“By the way, why did Almighty Merchant suddenly become lost in thought?” Lady Onion asked curiously.

Without any warning, he had been perfectly fine just a few minutes ago.

The Hamster pondered for a moment. “It might be because my master kicked him, causing his head to shake, just like with Tyrannical Song.”

Upon hearing this, Song Shuhang kindly reminded, “Hamster, if your head is broken, you’ll be called a psychopath. In the mortal realm, psychopaths have many privileges.”

The hamster was speechless.

“Boss Song, do you think if I use the Holy Stealing Technique on Almighty Merchant now…will I be able to steal some good things?” Lady Onion suddenly became restless.

It had been a while since she had employed the “200 Must-Have Skills for a Monster Spirit to Survive.” She felt like she had neglected this skill.

Song Shuhang looked at Lady Onion in shock and replied, “Lady Onion, you’re quite the clever little girl. However, I don’t know if you’ll be able to steal anything good, but I feel that the ‘Eighth Cultivator of True Virtue’s tomb’ has just been completed, and it’s a good thing that it can be put to use immediately.”

Not even Tyrannical Song dared to entertain the thought of stealing from an Immortal big shot!

King Kun had been an exception. Moreover, he hadn’t stolen King Kun’s belongings. After defeating King Kun, he had left behind a screen full of wealth.

The two situations held different implications.

“Almighty Merchant’s eyes have been fixated on Shuhangs tomb. Could his distraction be related to the tomb?” Su Clan’s Sixteen suggested.

Before being kicked away by Senior White’s kick, Almighty Merchant had suddenly burst into tears upon entering the tomb.

Sixteen felt that these two occurrences were somehow connected.

“Could it be related to the dream realm?” Song Shuhang speculated after a moment of thought.

He recalled that his previous ‘Immortal Dream’ had only entered the dream realm after entering the virtuous network world.

As Song Shuhang uttered the word ‘dream realm’…the Tomb of the Immortals suddenly trembled slightly.

The assembly of dream realm rules on the hundredth floor seemed to have received an order.

And within the ‘Tomb of Tyrannical Song’ of the Ninth Cultivator of True Virtue, there was an interface to the ‘network of virtue’ that had been partially opened by Almighty Merchant.

A dream realm quietly unfolded..