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Sitting in this space, unable to resist and only being able to passively wait for the waves of pain to come, made Song Shuhang, who had always liked being proactive against the heavenly tribulation, very uncomfortable.

It was especially so between each wave of pain, during the period where nothing was going on.

This was a torment to both his mind and will.

Song Shuhang said, “Wait, why do I have to sit here dumbly, waiting for the heavenly tribulation to come at me? I can summon my ghost spirit and the virtuous lamia and play Fight the Landlord with them while the heavenly tribulation bombards me.
I’ll just let the pain from the heavenly tribulation come while I have some fun so that I can at least distract myself from the pain.”

But the problem was, where were they supposed to get the cards?

If that wasn’t going to work, then should he just have the three of them sit down and chat?

Song Shuhang asked, “Fairy Waiting for a Promise, is there a way to get cards?”

The virtuous lamia shook her head calmly.

Song Shuhang said, “Then, how about we sit down and chat for a while?”

The virtuous lamia shook her head calmly, then put her cheek in one hand, and looked at Song Shuhang silently—she didn’t want to talk.

Song Shuhang rubbed his brows.

At this time, the 101st wave of pain came.

The 101st wave of pain magnified the previous wave’s pain by hundreds of times.

100 was a tier, and after breaking through to 101, the pain immediately rose by a whole level.

“Aaaaah~” Song Shuhang couldn’t help but scream.

His heavenly tribulation scene was now filled with screams.

In the next moment, Song Shuhang felt his leg jolt!

Then, he woke up.

He opened his eyes and found himself lying on a bed.

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It wasn’t a bed in the Dragon Blood Tribe… but a bed in his dormitory.

Song Shuhang frowned slightly.

He raised his head and looked at the wall.

There was an electronic clock with the date and time on it.

Monday, May 20th, 2019.

It was midsummer.

The time was a bit past 2:00 in the afternoon.

Song Shuhang sighed lightly.
A horror movie was still playing on the computer next to him.

Although the atmosphere of the horror film was very good, Song Shuhang couldn’t feel anything from it at all.

Song Shuhang softly said, “Fairy Waiting for a Promise.”

Silence.

The virtuous lamia did not appear.

He closed his eyes and sensed his body.

His body was empty.
There was no qi and blood energy, no true yuan, no spiritual energy… and no ghost spirit.

There was, however, that feeling of weakness after having a cold.

Song Shuhang opened his eyes again.

“Dididi~”

At this time, a burst of sound came from the chat software—it was the sound of someone sending him a friend request.

“Hehe.” Song Shuhang smiled softly, not panicking in the slightest.

He stretched out his hand and tapped on the screen.
A friend request appeared in front of his eyes.

[‘Which Day of the Week Geng Chao’ has sent you a friend request.] P.S.
I am A’Chao.

“A’Chao… Is he a classmate of mine?” Song Shuhang stretched out his hand and clicked ‘accept’.

Then, another message popped up.
“Which Day of the Week Geng Chao has sent you an invitation to the group ‘New Jiangnan University Town Class 19’, do you accept?]

Song Shuhang clicked accept once again.

Then, he was added to the ‘New Jiangnan University Town Class 19’.

As soon as he joined the group, Gao Moumou said, “Oh, Shuhang, you’re finally awake? The old group was too chaotic, so a few of us formed a new group.
Have you gotten over your cold yet?”

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“It’s better, don’t worry.
I’ve slept for a good while.” Song Shuhang casually sent a message.

Then, he returned to the interface of the chat software.

After thinking for a while, he entered Soft Feather’s account number in the search bar from memory.

The difference between Soft Feather and his account number was only one digit, making it the easiest to remember.

After searching, he quickly found the other party’s account.

However, the other party’s account name wasn’t ‘Spirit Butterfly Island’s Soft Feather’, but rather ‘Adventurer Yingying’, who seemed to be a famous adventure lover.

“…” Song Shuhang.

He then entered Su Clan’s Sixteen’s account number.

After a search, what came up wasn’t Sixteen, but an account nicknamed ‘Northern Dipper’s Seven Stars’.
And it was an account that hadn’t been online for a long time, with its level being very low as well.

Song Shuhang then searched Senior White’s account, which he also remembered clearly.
After a search, what came up was that there was nobody with that account number.

The corner of Song Shuhang’s mouth rose, and he searched for the accounts of members of the Nine Provinces Number One Group such as True Monarch Yellow Mountain, Senior Thrice Reckless… and so on.

However, no account came up right.

“Hehehe.” Song Shuhang stretched his body with a smile, and said, “I can clearly remember the accounts of everyone in the ‘Nine Provinces Number One Group’, but I can’t find any of them.
So… this is a virtual world, right?”

He was a man with a will as firm as steel.

In fact, this virtual world had a very good start.

The moment he woke up, he had the illusion of ‘did I just have a very long dream about becoming a cultivator?’

But if it was a dream, how could he remember all the accounts of a ‘chat group’ he saw in his dream?

Song Shuhang didn’t have this powerful of a memory before.

Now that I know that this is a virtual world, the next step is to break through it.

Song Shuhang didn’t dislike this virtual illusion.

Experiencing life was a very important step in a cultivator’s path.

The ‘Golden Core Composition’ even required a cultivator to draw their life experiences.

And his Golden Core Composition just happened to be one composition sho

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