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Meanwhile, Senior White’s clone and Senior Scarlet Heaven Sword both turned to look at Song Shuhang. Senior White’s clone said, “Shuhang, how about you go ahead and give it a try?” Senior Scarlet Heaven Sword added, “I think that your (Saber-Nurturing Technique) will give us some good results.”

With two seniors saying so, Song Shuhang felt all the more confident. He handed the bamboo cup in his hand to Sixteen before standing up and approaching the box.

“Song’s Massage Technique!” His left and right hands shone brightly at the same time, and he performed a stimulating two-handed (Saber-Nurturing Technique).

His hands moved smoothly, and the light of the two (Saber-Nurturing Techniques) fell on the Time Box at the same time.

The Time Box, which had originally seemed to be worn out and operated slowly, vibrated slightly. It didn’t let out a humming sound like how a treasured saber or sword would, but its vibration did display that it was feeling pleasure.

In the next moment, the Time Box’s operating power, which had decreased significantly, swiftly returned to its peak, even going so far as to make the box rumble as it operated.

“It actually worked?” Seeing this, the puppet maiden’s eyes flashed with orange light.

“This (Saber-Nurturing Technique) is truly very practical. The person who created it is a genius. It’s honestly quite frightening,” said Senior Scarlet Heaven Sword. It knew as it was addicted to the (Saber-Nurturing Technique), as well as someone who had experienced an evolution due to this technique.

“This is no longer the (Saber-Nurturing Technique). It’s as if there’s nothing that this technique isn’t able to nurture,” Senior Turtle added. “I think that it would be best to directly change its name to (Artifact-Nurturing Technique) as it seems that there isn’t any magical treasure it’s unable to nurture.” Senior Scarlet Heaven Sword said, “It isn’t only magical treasures, either. It’s able to nurture even clones, as well as inner demons.”

The puppet maiden asked, “What about puppets?”

Song Shuhang turned around, and asked, “Do you want to give it a try, Fairy?”

“…I’m going to sue you for harassment,” the puppet maiden replied.

Hearing this, the corners of Song Shuhang’s mouth twitched. “Fairy, the (Saber-Nurturing Technique) would be akin to a massage at most.”

Senior Turtle urged, “Shuhang, don’t stop, continue massaging the Time Box.” Song Shuhang hurriedly turned around, and used the (Saber-Nurturing Technique) three times in a row. The efficiency of the Time Box’s operation was instantly optimized, and its operation became a lot smoother. At first, the Time Box could be said to be like an old computer that had slowed down over the passage of time, taking minutes to run even the smallest executable file. But after Song Shuhang’s three instances of the (Saber-Nurturing Technique), the old computer suddenly sped up, reaching the speeds of a new computer. No matter what executable it was that was being opened, it was done smoothly and in mere seconds. “I feel like I’ve found another way to make a fortune,” Song Shuhang said. “I can open a magical treasure maintenance shop to maintain other people’s magical treasures.” Senior Turtle commented, “That’s a good idea. In the future, can you try using the (Saber-Nurturing Technique) on my turtle shell too? Who knows, it might do something.”

“Then Senior Turtle will be my first customer, and I’ll give you a 20% discount,” said Song Shuhang-while speaking, his hands continued to move instinctively.

“…” Senior Turtle.

You’re actually thinking of taking my money?

Don’t you know that I’m dirt poor?

At most, I’d give you an old turtle shell I shed.

At the side, Su Clan’s Sixteen laughed out loud. At this moment, she was sitting with her knees tucked, and the hat on her head had been taken off, revealing a pair of small dragon horns. Because of the way she was seated, the culottes pants she was wearing receded all the way to her knees, revealing her calves that were as white as snow and her toes, which had nails painted a gorgeous flush red, looking like red plums in a bed of snow.

Senior Turtle asked, “Little Sixteen, what are you laughing at?”

Sixteen brushed away the hair covering her temples with a smile, and replied, “I just felt happy, so I laughed.”

“Hm, well that’s strange in itself,” said Senior Turtle.

Su Kongyun said, “Mm-hm, I’ve barely seen Sixteen smile in the past year.”

“Watch your words.” Sixteen flicked Su Kongyun lightly, a burst of energy hitting his body and sending him flying. Su Kongyun had tried to dodge at first, but as soon as the idea of dodging surfaced in his mind, he was already sent flying away. At first, he felt that he should be able to hold his ground against Sixteen for one move after ascending to the Third Stage and consolidating his realm inside the Time Box, but it was completely outside of his expectations that the gap between them was still so gigantic.

I thought that I would have the opportunity to win the Su Clan’s Eighteen, Nineteen, or some other numerical daoist name, but now it seems that I’m still far behind.

At this time, Senior White’s clone said, “It’s almost there.”

Song Shuhang asked, “Almost 36 days have passed in the box?”

“No, I was referring to your (Saber-Nurturing Technique),” Senior White’s clone said. “It appears like the Time Box is about to reach its limit.”

“…” Song Shuhang stopped moving his hands.

“That’s a pity,” Senior Scarlet Heaven Sword said. “I thought that using the (Saber-Nurturing Technique) on this box would affect the Great Southern Emperor, but now it seems that the (Saber Nurturing Technique) did not carry over to him.”

Senior Scarlet Heaven Sword was looking forward to seeing the Great Southern Emperor, who was drained of energy until his legs became weak, being forced to feel refreshed from the (Saber-Nurturing Technique).

But now it seemed that the Great Southern Emperor was merely a battery for the Time Box.

After Song Shuhang stopped rubbing his hands on the box, he returned to Sixteen’s side, retrieving his bamboo cup from her.

As he retrieved his bamboo cup, his fingers touched hers, and he was able to sense the temperature of her body—the Defiant Whale Warrior’s Glove on his right hand was as thin as a cicada’s wings, and hardly affected Song Shuhang’s daily life. So cold… Song Shuhang’s heart thumped. Sixteen’s fingers were really cold. Song Shuhang looked at Sixteen. After a cultivator’s realm reached the Second Stage, cold and heat would not be able to invade their bodies, unless the change in their body temperature was a part of their practice.

“Don’t worry,” Su Clan’s Sixteen said in a hushed voice. “This is due to my bloodline awakening.”

Song Shuhang smiled. “I see.”

“Mm-hm.” Su Clan’s Sixteen smiled lightly, her short hair fluttering gracefully.

A very pleasant smell was emanating from her body; it seemed to be coming from her dragon horns.

Senior Turtle asked, “Is it going to be ready to eat after cooling down for 36 days in the box?”

Song Shuhang said confidently, “At that time, it will depend on my cooking skills.”

Senior Turtle asked, “You know how to cook?”

Song Shuhang said, “I recently got Demon Emperor Hezhi’s immortal chef inheritance and chef heart, so I guarantee that there will be no problems. Trust me.”

Senior Turtle went silent for a moment, and then said, “How about we just eat it as it is? After all, we turtles eat fish raw. Moreover, the cooking method used for this dish reminds me of the dish ‘braised turtles’, which makes my heart feel rather sour.”

“…” Song Shuhang.

Somewhere in the starry sky.

On an asteroid that did not receive the illumination of any star all year round, there was a small artificial sun that emitted light and heat.

“Hiss~ This is too much. Last time, it was only seven bursts. This time, there’s barely any breathing space left. From start to finish, there was a total of 81 bursts. What the hell is that little girl doing? Besides, I have clearly cut off the connection between the ghost spirit and its main body, so why is the former still being affected?” A cultivator with slender legs, lying on a glacier beneath the little sun, had a distressed look on her face.

It seemed that before she headed to the scholarly faction to carry out her plan, she would first have to go and meet up with Soft Feather.

Honestly, the way that little girl’s brain is wired is especially strange. If it were said that when a normal person released themself, their minds were akin to a large eagle that spread its wings… then when Soft Feather released herself, her mind was akin to a spaceship rushing straight out of the planet!

The Heavenly Emperor murmured, “What the hell is this forceful refreshing feeling? I need to find out.” She could easily resist the forceful refreshing feeling with her strong will… but the problem was that she was occupying the body of Soft Feather’s ghost spirit, which had comparatively a much weaker foundation and was thus affected by Soft Feather’s main body.

After finally recovering, the Heavenly Emperor put away her scrolls of plans. “I’ll undo the ‘connection block’ with that girl’s main body, and lock onto her coordinates instead.” The Heavenly Emperor flicked her fingers lightly, reestablishing a connection between the ghost spirit’s body and Soft Feather’s body.

Through this connection, she was able to lock onto Soft Feather’s coordinates.

However, instead of teleporting directly to Soft Feather, she hid in the dark, and secretly took a look.

Through Soft Feather, she could vaguely sense the scene of the banquet on Heavenly Field Island.

The Heavenly Emperor silently thought to herself, Little Soft Feather is attending a cultivator gathering?

It’s best to wait until she’s alone before showing up and meeting her.

While she was in thought, she saw that interesting boy, Song Shuhang, appear out of thin air. Behind Song Shuhang, there was the pet turtle of the Great Northern Emperor, as well as a small box on top of its shell.

“…” The Heavenly Emperor.

Isn’t that my treasure box?

She remembered that this treasure box should be in the Southern Autumn Temple of her trusted subordinate, the Great Southern Emperor, so how did it end up in Song Shuhang’s hands?

The Southern Autumn Temple couldn’t have met with a problem, could it?

Just as the Heavenly Emperor was thinking about this, Song Shuhang reached out and opened the small box. “It’s time to display my skills.”

He reached out and made a grabbing motion, drawing out the tribulation lightning.

I’m not seeing things, am I? Although it’s shaped in a strip, the tribulation lightning pattern and heavenly tribulation aura on it can’t be faked. This is a strip of heavenly tribulation!

It sounded weird to describe the lightning tribulation as a ‘strip’, but there really was only one strip…

As the universally renowned lightning of the heavenly tribulation, it had inexplicably found itself in such a pitiful position.

What is this Song Shuhang planning on doing?

The Heavenly Emperor looked on with curiosity.

At this moment, Song Shuhang shouted, “Chu Chu!”

“Yes, Teacher.” In the distance, Chu Chu, who was wearing an apron, stretched out her hand, and threw over the set of immortal chef kitchenware that she got from the Throne of Wealth Distribution over to Song Shuhang.

Kitchenware? Seeing this, the Heavenly Emperor faintly thought of a possibility.

But she immediately shook her head. It can’t be. It should be impossible for this thing to be used in the kitchen, right?

Just as she thought this, Song Shuhang had already pressed the heavenly tribulation strip down onto the chopping board. A kitchen knife slid out from the various kitchenware, falling into his hand.

At this moment, Demon Emperor Hezhi’s immortal chef inheritance and chef heart took over.

In addition, Song Shuhang himself was a saber cultivator who had grasped saber intent.

A kitchen knife was also a blade, or a saber of sorts, so it was not difficult for him to control it.

He swiftly moved his right hand around.

The knife rhythmically slashed on the heavenly tribulation strip.

And just like that, the majestic heavenly tribulation was cut into even slices…

From this day on, the majesty of the heavenly tribulation was no more.