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Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The first impression between people can be quite intriguing. Sometimes, all it takes is a small similarity to make a connection. When Song Shuhang saw the way the other person divided themselves in half, he felt an odd sense of familiarity.

However, it’s hard to say what the other person thought of him. At this moment, Song Shuhang was wrapped in a blanket and wearing a mask. His appearance was highly unconventional, and no matter how you looked at it, he didn’t seem like a good guy.

The half-bodied fellow Daoist, upon seeing Song Shuhang, clearly had some reservations. His divine sense discreetly scanned Song Shuhang.

After the scan, the divine sense of the half-bodied fellow Daoist couldn’t help but shudder. He sensed that the other party also had a magical artifact that concealed and suppressed their aura, hiding their true strength and realm. However, even the exposed hair exuded a terrifying aura. In his perception, the aura of the hair on the other party’s head was like an endless sea. It was unfathomable! The power within it could split the heavens and the earth.

The aura of just a strand of hair was already so terrifying. If the other party were to remove the magical artifact suppressing their aura, it was impossible to imagine how terrifying it would be.

This was definitely a peerless senior!

He couldn’t afford to offend them.

Pavilion Master Chu’s hair swayed slightly, showing her dissatisfaction that a junior had scanned her with divine sense.

Song Shuhang extended his hand to calm Pavilion Master Chu’s unruly hair, then looked at the other person, ready to speak.

“Hey? Senior, are you the Almighty Merchant?” the half-bodied fellow Daoist suddenly exclaimed.

He had recognized the sheet covering Song Shuhang.

The half-bodied fellow Daoist had once had the privilege of meeting the merchant and had a deep impression of this sheet. Moreover, Song Shuhang was wearing a mask, so his face couldn’t be seen, and even a lock of his hair was unfathomable. When all these clues were combined, it led to a rather amusing misunderstanding.

Song Shuhang chuckled and shook his head.

The half-bodied fellow Daoist froze for a moment.

Then, a spark of realization flashed across his eyes.

“Almighty Merchant Fairy?”

Song Shuhang was confused.

Seriously, can’t you recognize my voice? Despite wearing a mask, my voice is unmistakably male! Your thought process is making me uneasy.

“Fairy, hahahaha.” Pavilion Master Chu gloated and commented, “Shuhang, have your recent hormone levels gone awry?”

Song Shuhang was speechless.

Seeing the mysterious senior remain silent, the half-bodied fellow Daoist finally comprehended the situation. “The sheet you’re wearing… Are you the Merchant’s disciple?” he asked.

“A gift from someone else,” Song Shuhang responded. This was the counterfeit that Senior White Two had given him.

“That’s great,” the half-bodied fellow Daoist replied enviously.

His three simple words conveyed a mix of disappointment, envy, good wishes, sorrow, and more. Song Shuhang, well-versed in the language of Fairy Creation, keenly sensed the emotional shifts.

Song Shuhang was at a loss for words.

It seemed that the fellow Daoist before him had spun a grand narrative within seconds.

Were all cultivators nowadays aspiring scriptwriters? Their imagination was truly remarkable!

The two mysterious individuals, concealed from head to toe, exchanged silent glances, unable to continue their conversation.

After a prolonged silence, Song Shuhang broke the ice. “Fellow Daoist, are you also here to deal with Xie Wang?”

“Senior, have you come for the disciples of the Limitless Demon Sect?” they inquired simultaneously.

Another pause ensued.

“As a matter of fact, I’m also here for the disciples of the Limitless Demon Sect,” Song Shuhang confirmed.

“Actually, I’m here for Xie Wang as well,” the other party revealed simultaneously.

Another moment of silence.

“Fellow Daoist, what’s your name?” Song Shuhang inquired, attempting to break the pattern.

“Senior, how should I address you?” the half m bodied fellow Daoist queried in Yet another pause.

It appeared a curious understanding existed between them.

“Do you both perform stand-up comedy?” Pavilion Master Chu couldn’t resist asking.

Song Shuhang was left speechless.

“Cou# Senior, let me go first.” The half-bodied fellow Daoist relented and introduced himself, “I’m Daoist Wang Lin, the guardian of the passage connecting the Netherworld Realm and the mortal realm.”

A nail- sized mark on his forehead substantiated his identity.

“Eh, then why are you here?” Pavilion Master Chu inquired, her curiosity piqued.

Between the Netherworld Realm and the mortal world, numerous passages of varying stability existed. Weaker demons lacking spatial abilities used these passages to infiltrate the mortal realm. Conversely, cultivators from the mortal realm occasionally ventured into the Netherworld through these channels.

However, due to the tumultuous nature of the Netherworld Realm, most passages connecting it to the mortal world remained unstable. Some were fragile, rendering them impassable, while others appeared fleetingly, only to vanish shortly thereafter. The string of demodragons assembled by Senior White had discovered one such temporary passage, intent on making a name for themselves in the mortal realm. Regrettably, their aspirations were thwarted when Senior White’s car accident inadvertently pierced through their ranks, transforming them into raw materials for Song Shuhangs demodragon pills.

Nonetheless, stable passages occasionally formed between the mortal world and the Netherworld, serving as pivotal defense points for both realms.

Daoist Wang Lin, who had divided himself in half, acted as the guardian of one such passage.

Pavilion Master Chu’s sudden query caught Daoist Wang Lin off guard.

However, this time, he managed to conceal his surprise and replied, “Actually, there are some things that can be shared.”

After organizing his thoughts, Wang Lin briefly recounted the reason for his presence.

Lately, the guardians of the Netherworld passages had observed an escalating frequency of demon attacks on the mortal world. Even with the collapse of the Heavenly Dao, the demons shouldn’t have been this agitated. The guardians launched an investigation, uncovering the restlessness of the Limitless Demon Sect’s disciples. They had repeatedly entered the Netherworld through temporary passages, and after the upheaval in the world and the outbreak of malevolence, they became even more active in malevolence-ridden areas.

The convergence of multiple clues raised alarms among the guardians of the Netherworld passages.

They secretly dispatched agents to investigate the Limitless Demon Sect, eager to ascertain their intentions and the potential impact on the Netherworld Realm and the mortal world.

Daoist Wang Lin was one of the guardians who had covertly embarked on this mission to investigate the Limitless Demon Sect.

“The frequency of demon attacks from the Netherworld on the mortal world is increasing?” Song Shuhang noted with concern.

How could such a development occur when only Senior White Two remained in the Netherworld?