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And now, this 'core reactor' had already become Song Shuhang's 'little golden core'. No matter what its surname was before, it was now surnamed Song. Song Shuhang's numerous deaths were not in vain. He had great confidence in this regard.

Meanwhile, he silently transformed his Dantian into a smoky mode, then quietly extended his braided palm into his own core reactor, attempting to perform the Nurturing Saber Technique on the 'core reactor' little golden core thirty times in a row.

Confidence was one thing, but having a backup plan was necessary.

Lately, he had been reminding himself to be cautious and not take unnecessary risks. After all, the immortal powerhouses from various realms were watching him. If he wasn't careful enough, he might find himself in a tough spot against those immortal powerhouses.

After silently completing thirty rounds of the Nurturing Saber Technique, Song Shuhang felt... that it had no effect.

After all, the 'core reactor' was now his little golden core, an inseparable part of his body. Using the Nurturing Saber Technique on himself yielded almost no sensation.

White Dragon happened to witness this scene and recorded it for broadcast to Su Clan's Sixteen, Soft Feather, and Lady Onion in the Living Spring.

Someone had too much free time on his hands...

At this moment, the Mountain of Myriad Books, on the other side, had finally managed to straighten its twisted arm. The curve of its twisted arm was slightly less noticeable. Then, it looked at Song Shuhang. "By the way, do you know that blonde girl?"

"I guess I do," Song Shuhang replied.

The Mountain of Myriad Books stomped its foot. "It's good that you know her. Then, this time, you'll have to reimburse me for my arm injury!"

Song Shuhang was startled

"If you don't have money, you can pay with your life!" The virtuous lamia replied in Song Shuhang's place—using Song Shuhang's voice. Clearly, this line was something Tyrannical Song had said before.

"Actually, I might still have some money, for the time being," Song Shuhang said.

Fairy Creation turned her head. "No, you don't," using a soundbite from an online video.

"Assets = Liabilities + Owner's Equity. You should settle your debts first," The Sword reminded him.

"That's true. I owe Senior White so much money. Before the next wave of microtransactions, I'll figure out a way to clear Senior White's debt," Song Shuhang nodded.

Pavilion Master Chu was dumbfounded.

This Song Shuhang, who was so financially aware, truly tugged at one's heartstrings.

Indulging in microtransactions was fun for a while, and it was even more fun for an extended period. He couldn't stop.

Who would be the next formidable foe worth Song Shuhang sacrificing King Kun's entire treasure for the pay-to-win attack?

The Mountain of Myriad Books glanced at Song Shuhang and sighed.

"It seems like you're quite broke," the Mountain of Myriad Books remarked.

"Poor isn't the right word; I'm just constantly short on spirit stones," Song Shuhang replied honestly.

"How pitiable," the Mountain of Myriad Books said. "Forget it, I won't ask you for reimbursement this time."

As they conversed, the Mountain of Myriad Books discreetly glanced at the virtuous lamia, who was standing on her snake's tip. She matched its height while wielding the virtuous lightning tree in her hand. It hurt. It even had the ability to discharge electricity from heavenly tribulation and cause its entire body to go numb.

"By the way, where did that blonde girl go?" Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet inquired.

"She entered my body," the Mountain of Myriad Books replied.

Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet turned to Song Shuhang. "Then, let's go inside as well. Which entrance should we use?"

"Uhh." Song Shuhang glanced at the Mountain of Myriad Books. "If I remember correctly, we have to flip the Mountain of Myriad Books over to get in."

The Mountain of Myriad Books, now toppled, revealed the Still Pond of Wisdom.

Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet was speechless.

The White Dragon was speechless.

"So, we have to flip it over again?" Red Heaven Sword asked.

"Yes," Song Shuhang nodded.

Upon receiving Song Shuhang's confirmation, everyone's attention turned to the Mountain of Myriad Books.

Mountain of Myriad Books: Σ(°△°|||)︴

Wait, what do you want to do to me?

Don't tell me you want to flip me over again?

"Calm down. I'm injured now." The Mountain of Myriad Books hastily exclaimed. This was deja vu all over again.

It was indeed the same last time. After its arm broke due to a handstand mishap, it had been forcibly planted into the ground by a group of demons.

History was indeed a tape recorder, a vast void. What had happened would happen again in the future. There was nothing new under the sun.

So, as expected... it was better to escape.

Thinking this, the Mountain of Myriad Books raised its thick legs and prepared to flee.

"Senior Mountain of Myriad Books, no need to panic. This time, we have a large group, so flipping you over won't be so troublesome. I guarantee a smooth process throughout the journey," Song Shuhang reassured.

"I'll do it." Pavilion Master Chu offered. She leaped down from Song Shuhang's head and flew toward the Mountain of Myriad Books.

With her strength, she only needed to set up a few levitation and anti-gravity formations on the Mountain of Myriad Books, and then she could forcibly grab the Mountain of Myriad Books and insert it into the ground.

"I'll help too." The White Dragon's body shifted while transforming into a hundred-thousand-foot-tall dragon body that wrapped directly around the Mountain of Myriad Books.

From start to finish, Song Shuhang only needed to sit silently on the side and observe. The pendant on his body could handle the rest of the tasks.

In fact, if he were too lazy to speak, the two fairies, Virtue and Creation, could speak on his behalf. Or, if he removed his mask, he could speak for himself.

"It's rare that you're not crippled under such circumstances," Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet remarked to himself.

"What?" Song Shuhang asked.

"It's nothing. You just need to quietly stand on the side and play the handsome guy."

Amidst a wave of rumbling sounds, the Mountain of Myriad Books was once again flipped over.

Seeing the Mountain of Myriad Books looking like it had lost all hope, Song Shuhang felt quite embarrassed.

Furthermore, his nickname was 'Stressed by a Mountain of Books,' and he always felt that he was destined to be closely associated with the Mountain of Myriad Books. When the Mountain of Myriad Books was flipped upside down, he suddenly had the illusion that he was also being forced to stand upside down.

Afterwards, he went to ask the various big shots and seniors if there was any way to equip the Mountain of Myriad Books with a pair of strengthened arms. At that time, the Mountain of Myriad Books could do handstands and somersaults whenever it wanted.

Just as he was in deep thought, the Mountain of Myriad Books changed just like last time.

Its body split open to reveal a scroll of the "Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage."

This "Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage" was one of the keys to entering the Still Pond of Wisdom.

Other than this Self-Cultivating Prose, he also needed to master the "Sage's Health Prose Poetry." Only by combining the two essays could he enter the space of the Still Pond of Wisdom in the Holy Mountain.

"Everyone, return to my body first. I'll bring everyone into the Still Pond of Wisdom." Song Shuhang took action and began to write the "Prose Poetry of the Sage on Health" from memory.

He had already entered the Still Pond of Wisdom once, so he was very familiar with the process.

As the two Saint's Essays were written, the entrance to the Still Pond of Wisdom opened.

"Let's go!" With the help of the two fairies, Song Shuhang flew into the space of the Still Pond of Wisdom.

At the same time, just as Song Shuhang entered the Still Pond of Wisdom, a golden-haired figure came out of the space of the pond.

As they entered and exited, Song Shuhang brushed past her.

Neither of them noticed the other.