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"Stay calm, little guy. No need to be scared," reassured Song Shuhang's primordial spirit as he gently held the small electric fairy, who was emitting sparks all over. "If my physical body were here, this amount of electric current wouldn't even tickle me. After all, the primordial spirit is a bit less resilient than the physical form."

Under his soothing touch, the tiny elf gradually regained her composure.

"Are you Xiaodian?" Song Shuhang inquired.

Although he didn't crawl through the internet cables, the recent appearance of a spatial portal and the glimpse of a white arm, combined with Soft Feather's mention of the Celestial Thearch during their private chat, gave Song Shuhang a good idea of what had transpired.

"Yes, Senior Tyrannical Song, I'm Xiaodian," replied the petite fairy while casting her gaze downward to avoid making eye contact with Profound Sage Tyrannical Song.

When Soft Feather had suddenly opened a spatial portal and stuffed her inside, it had been a terrifying experience for the small elf. After all, manipulating space was a skill of Ninth Stage Tribulation Transcenders, and Fairy Soft Feather of Spirit Butterfly Island hadn't yet reached the Ninth Stage Realm. The poor elf had almost believed she was facing certain doom.

"It's a bit different from the delivery person I encountered last time," Song Shuhang remarked. On the previous occasion, the customer service representative who sold him the immortal shuttle had assigned a humanoid electric creature as the delivery agent, while Soft Feather had sent Xiaodian, who resembled a pet more than an elf.

"Why did she come through the 'spatial portal'?" emerged Black-skinned Soft Feather, her expression filled with confusion.

"It must be the Celestial Thearch," Song Shuhang gently touched the tiny electric fairy and explained, "Xiaodian, I'll need your assistance for a while. Once I've completed my transaction with the seniors, I'll choose a suitable treasure for you as a reward for your hard work."

"Thank you, Senior Tyrannical Song," Xiaodian nodded slightly. Profound Sage Tyrannical Song didn't appear as fearsome as the rumors suggested, especially after his recent act of comforting her while she was in an electrified state.

"I'm currently confirming delivery addresses with the seniors in the group. Shortly, I'll need you to begin delivering the goods. Time is a bit tight, is that acceptable?" Song Shuhang inquired.

"Senior Tyrannical Song, leave it to me," the elf assured him while patting her chest confidently.

Song Shuhang smiled and nodded, then turned his attention to the computers behind him. Several 'Song Shuhang' clones sat in front of each computer. These were the puppet clones provided to him by Senior Yellow Mountain. With just a trace of his mental energy, they transformed into Song Shuhang's water clones.

Song Shuhang's mental prowess was substantial. Every use of his secret appraisal technique only served to further strengthen it.

At this moment, a portion of the water clone group was in communication with the seniors of the Nine Provinces Number One Group. They were coordinating and verifying delivery addresses.

Meanwhile, Lady Onion was diligently assisting Song Shuhang in packing the eye drops.

After the water clones and the group's seniors had confirmed the delivery addresses, Xiaodian retrieved his size-reducing purse and stored the eye drops. Then, he followed the network's path, swiftly heading to the cave residences of the Nine Provinces Number One Group members. His mission was to deliver the goods and return with all the acquired treasures.

As Xiaodian continued to shuttle back and forth, batches of treasures accumulated in the fourth-floor hall of Medicine Master's small building.

Lady Onion, Fairy Creation, and the black-skinned Soft Feather diligently organized the treasures.

"By the way, Senior Song, it seems my main body is on her way," the black-skinned Soft Feather suddenly raised her head and informed Song Shuhang.

She had maintained contact with her main body throughout. Just now, she had received news that her main body had successfully departed from Spirit Butterfly Island and was currently en route to the Jiangnan area.

"Did Senior Spirit Butterfly agree to let her go out?" Song Shuhang inquired with a smile.

"It appears she reached an agreement with the Celestial Thearch," Soft Feather replied, her tone tinged with a mixture of amusement and disbelief.

"When did her relationship with the Celestial Thearch become so amicable?" Song Shuhang wondered aloud. "Well, it's quite fortuitous. When Soft Feather arrives, I'll gift her some eye drops."

Despite Soft Feather consistently addressing him as 'Senior Song,' he had been under her guidance in cultivation ever since he started. Soft Feather could be considered one of his mentors in the path of cultivation.

"Agreed," the black-skinned Soft Feather nodded. In addition to Soft Feather, Song Shuhang also intended to reserve a portion of the eye drops for Su Clan's Sixteen during the Su Clan's annual meeting. It was the only gift he could offer.

As twilight descended, Xiaodian continued her deliveries and filled the room with treasures collected from the Nine Provinces Number One Group seniors. Song Shuhang stored the treasures in the Wealth Throne's spatial storage.

"The distribution of treasures is almost complete. Now, we'll await the annual meeting to distribute the wealth," Song Shuhang noted as he took out a notebook and made occasional entries. This notebook contained his upcoming speech. He was diligently preparing for his Profound Sage Speech. He was aiming to deliver it based on his own abilities.

"Lady Onion, you and the others should take a break. When Xiaodian returns later, allow her some rest as well. She's been quite busy all day," Song Shuhang suggested.

"I'm not tired. I'd like to continue organizing the treasures," Lady Onion replied. "If you feel fatigued, you can retire to your room and rest."

Lady Onion had never encountered such a vast array of treasures in her existence, and she couldn't help but marvel at them. However, the prospect of distributing these treasures during the Spirit River Su Clan's annual meeting weighed on her mind.

"I'll stay and await Xiaodian's return," the black-skinned Soft Feather volunteered.

"I'll handle it," the sword chimed in. Even though the fat ball had seemingly lost interest in Song Shuhang, precautions still needed to be taken.

"Thank you for your hard work, Senior," Song Shuhang expressed his gratitude.

He then returned to his fifth-floor study while holding his notebook. Occasionally, inspiration struck him, all related to his upcoming speech. Song Shuhang diligently recorded these inspirations and later organized them into a coherent speech.

Pavilion Master Chu floated above his head, occasionally offering guidance. Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet provided suggestions from time to time.

If this speech could be finalized, its quality would surpass that of an Eighth Stage cultivator.'s After all, it was crafted with the one-on-one guidance of immortals. Such a privilege was rarely bestowed upon Eighth Stage Profound Sages in the universe.

"I have a feeling this speech will be a resounding success," Song Shuhang mused as he leaned back in his chair and stretched.

Looking ahead, he recognized the need for heightened caution during his upcoming tribulation. This time, he would face it alone and conquer the heavenly tribulation of the Eighth Stage Realm as he advanced openly towards the Profound Sage Realm.

"Shuhang, are you preparing for another tribulation transcendence?" At that moment, a voice echoed.

A spatial rift materialized in the void, and half of Su Clan's Sixteen's body emerged. Her pair of little dragon horns on her head radiated an irresistible allure. It tempted anyone to touch them.

"Sixteen, why are you here?" Song Shuhang inquired while leaning closer to her. "I'm just in the early stages of preparing for transcending the tribulation. It's too soon."

"I've come to bring you a gift," Su Clan's Sixteen announced while raising her dragon horn and knocking Song Shuhang away.