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wasn’t a need for this anymore, since all the ghost-related problems in this village have been solved after the eradication of the ghost beings.

Tubo’s grandfather sighed once again in disappointment.
Lastly, he asked him, ”Shuhang, do you have any solutions to solve the problems in this village? ”

”Grandpa, it’s not my specialty, ” replied Song Shuhang.

Tubo’s grandfather was utterly disappointed.

Song Shuhang couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.
After thinking for a bit, he said softly, ”But Grandpa, perhaps these health problems are only temporary? Perhaps in the next couple of days, it would get better? ”

”It would get better in the next couple of days? ” Tubo’s grandfather zoned out for a bit.

He suddenly recalled that not long ago, his body felt a chill for a moment before quickly reverting to its original state.
He felt a glimmer of hope.

He simply nodded and said, ”I sure hope so. ”

After a long pause, he secretly asked, ”Shuhang, are there really ghosts in this world?

”If you believe they exist, then they do.
And vice versa, ” replied Song Shuhang.
He was not going to walk Tubo’s grandfather through the mindset of the world of cultivators.
He didn’t want to say too many things about it as to avoid involving Tubo’s grandfather and bring him trouble.

”Regardless of whether they do exist or not, after listening to your words, I feel a lot more relaxed, ” Tubo’s grandfather laughed.

After that, Tubo’s grandpa brought the three young men to waxberry yard.

Maybe it was that Song Shuhang’s assurance was effective, but Tubo’s grandfather felt that most of the weakness in his body was gone.
He felt more energetic.

Eventually, the four of them went home after harvesting a few baskets worth of waxberries.

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It was nighttime.

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After Song Shuhang finished meditating, he got up, went to the window and looked up into the sky full of stars.

All was quiet and still outside the house, there were only a few houses with the lights on.
This area was quite a distance away from downtown, hence it wasn’t as bustling.
It allowed people to feel relaxed and at peace.

”I can’t fall asleep somehow, ” Song Shuhang sighed and took out the list.

At the bottom of the list was the message left behind by Senior White: ”Little Friend Shuhang, I hope that your trip to J-City would be a successful one.
I also wish you success in finding the medicinal herbs for the qi and blood pill on the list! ”

Meditating, he recalled ‘Senior White’s blessing’ as he thought back to today’s entire day’s worth of loot and rewards.

Just like Senior White’s blessing, this trip to J-City went so smoothly that it made people boil with anger.

It was practically as though whatever you lack, you get it! When he needed help, Senior Brother Three Realms rushed to his side from afar and helped him get rid of the resentful ghosts; when he needed cultivation techniques, Senior Brother Three Realms sent him a supplementary body refining technique.

And at the same time, just like Senior White’s message, he successfully gathered all of the medicinal herbs needed for the qi and blood pill—the quantity was not small as well.

Come to think of it, he constantly felt that his luck today was extremely good—could it be because of Senior White’s blessing?

Senior White’s luck…
could it be that it was not limited to himself? And that it could follow his will and affect the people around him?

If it was really Senior White’s blessing… then he had to be more careful.
Senior White’s good luck belonged to the category of ‘wealth comes with great danger’.

Right now, the wealth was in his hands—where’s the danger then?

Could it be a natural calamity? For example, a meteorite crashing down from the sky in his sleep, leaving him half dead?

Or could it be a man-made disaster? For example, when a formidable cultivator was fighting with someone, he would suddenly get caught up in it, leaving him half dead?

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt.

He felt that there was an impending danger approaching him!

As the time went by, this premonition of danger got stronger and stronger, causing him to be unable to calm down.

If there was really some danger approaching… I can’t drag Tubo and his grandpa into this!

Every cultivator had to trust their own intuition when it came to danger—better to be safe than sorry!

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After thinking, Song Shuhang first put the car keys on the table.

After that, he put away the list.

Then, he put the talisman treasures, the disposable flying sword, the treasured saber Broken Tyrant, and Doudou’s dog fur, and so on his body.

He lightly pushed the window open and executed the ❮Virtuous Man’s Ten Thousand Mile Walk❯ footwork.
He lightly leaped, and disappeared into the night.

After landing nimbly, he went forward, running towards the former base of Altar Master.

Under the stone wall, there was a huge piece of empty land.

This area was behind the graveyard—nobody would be here at night.

If it was really a meteorite that came crashing down from the sky, the impact on the village would be the smallest here.
And if it was a battle between cultivators, this would also be a good location.

As he was immersed in his thoughts, his mind sensed some sort of danger and his mood became heavier and heavier.

Song Shuhang squeezed Doudou’s dog fur and that armor talisman in one hand, while holding tightly onto the sword talisman with the other.
His state of alertness heightened as he looked around his surroundings as well as the sky.

From the sky… there was indeed something falling at an extremely high speed from the sky, coming toward him!

But, it wasn’t a meteorite.

It was a huge bottle gourd—its color the same as that of red wine—which was emitting a sheen that normally surrounded magical treasures.

From the looks of it, it was a man-made disaster?

”Armor! ” Song Shuhang immediately activated the armor talisman, and a layer of pale golden light enveloped his entire body.

At the same time, without having to activate it, Doudou’s fur started floating out from his hand as though it was bestowed with life and inflated.
In the blink of an eye, it took on the form of a formidable big pekingese.

It looked just like Doudou, but this big pekingese seemed slightly weaker.
It should be one of Doudou’s clones.

”Woof! ” The big pekingese that was formed from Doudou’s fur pounced onto that big bottle gourd…