Lately, Song Shuhang had been feeling rather confident. He knew he wasn't everyone's favorite, and he had a history of pranking the Immortal Lord nurous tis. Now, the Immortal Lord was eagerly offering his help?
That would not happen unless the Immortal Lord had a peculiar taste for masochism and enjoyed being mistreated over and over while treating others like his first love. Otherwise, there was no logical reason for him to help Song Shuhang.
"Thank you for your offer, Senior, but I don't require assistance at the mont. I believe I can manage on my own," Song Shuhang politely replied. He refrained from using the Retaliation Spell against the Immortal Lord directly. His desire to survive had surged recently, probably due to the lack of a reliable 'resurrection formation.'
Although Senior White Two had set up a resurrection array for him, it ca with a catch – upon resurrection, he would beco a demon of the Netherworld and bid farewell to his current life.
"Your kindness is appreciated, Senior Immortal, but it's not necessary. We Chinese believe in helping others without seeking recognition. Doing good deeds is the essence of happiness, and you don't need to thank ," Song Shuhang replied promptly. He then shifted his focus back to portraying the role of of a beaten-up Shuhang who seed utterly tornted by a strand of hair.
The more pained he appeared, the less angry Pavilion Master Chu would be.
Once Pavilion Master Chu's anger subsided, he would regain his playful spirit.
Just as Song Shuhang imrsed himself in his act, the cultivation chat-virus warning function on his body sent him an alert.
The new function added by Lady Long Luo reminded him that soone was using a long-range locking magical technique to divine his location or possibly launch a long-distance ntal attack on him.
The likely culprit? The Immortal Lord.
Given the temporary breakdown of the Heavenly Dao Molt Ball and the absorption of its remains by the fat ball, it seed unlikely that the Heavenly Dao Molt Ball was responsible this ti.
Song Shuhang quickly ssaged Senior Demon Emperor.
Their communication had always been straightforward.
"Are you there?" Song Shuhang inquired.
On the other end, the Demon Emperor had just left a comnt on Lady Onion's Monts: "Fairy, do you have any more photos of Tyrannical Song in tornt? Let's chat privately."
In response to the Demon Emperor's ssage, he received a swift private ssage.
Initially, he thought Lady Onion was being selfish.
However, upon opening the private chat, he discovered that it was Song Shuhang, the 'loser' currently hanging by a thread.
Hence, it wasn't just the Demon Emperor who replied with a wry "Hehe."
Song Shuhang nodded in satisfaction.
As long as Senior More than One replied, he had established a short communication channel with Senior More than One.
Soon after, the Demon Emperor responded, "A spiritual scan? Trying to set up? Are you luring the ruler of the Netherworld to ? Dream on!"
It wasn't just the Demon Emperor who confidently rejected the spiritual scan. Despite his serious injuries, most of the damage was physical, and his spiritual power had mostly recovered. In terms of ntal attacks, he was fearless.
Song Shuhang, hanging in a state of tornt, played his part.
Senior was extrely cooperative.
Pavilion Master Chu rolled his eyes in disgust. Song Shuhang was on the verge of drooling, and she feared his saliva might land on her precious hair.
She contemplated whether she should release Song Shuhang.
...
anwhile, Lady Onion was checking the ssages on her WeChat Monts.
[Golden Dragon Scarf] The white dragon said, "Little Sixteen and I were only gone for a few days. What have you guys been up to?"
[Bad Friend] Heavenly Emperor: "Senior Song, after your death anniversary cos out, please tell the date of your death in your dream~"
After reading a few ssages, she swiftly ca across the Demon Emperor's reply.
The Demon Emperor not only asked her to chat privately but also seed to be hinting at a transaction?
Was she about to rely on secret deals with powerful individuals to ascend to the pinnacle of onion life?
"Should I respond to the Demon Emperor alone, or should I reply to others as well?" Lady Onion pondered.
Just then, a new reply appeared on her Monts.
[Pet Owner (crossed out): Best Friend] Senior White Two: "Shuhang, don't let your guard down while escaping. Don't forget that the fat ball is the ruler of the Netherworld."
Shuhang, Ruler White ntioned that you shouldn't forget that the fat ball is the ruler of the Netherworld. Though I don't know what that ans, I thought I should convey the ssage to you." Lady Onion chid in.
"Argh, argh" Song Shuhang called out a few tis but found himself unable to speak. He had to use a secret sound transmission thod to communicate, "We've never forgotten that he's the ruler of the Netherworld. Even if it's just a clone, we treat it as the real deal."
"Idiot, what my master ant was that the title 'ruler of the Netherworld' not only represents the fat ball himself but also his authority," the hamster explained.
Song Shuhang was left speechless.
The authority of the ruler of the Netherworld ant that all the demons of the Netherworld were effectively under the fat ball's control.
Would the fat ball boss summon his minions to puml him?
As this thought crossed his mind, the shuttle abruptly ca to a halt.
In front of the immortal shuttle, several spatial gates opened.
The fat ball's clone arrived with six Ninth Stage demons.
"Tyrannical Song." the chill in the fat ball's voice sent shivers down the spine.
The fat ball had used divination techniques to calculate Song Shuhang's direction and effectively blocked his path.
The ruler of the Netherworld had personally divined, and his accuracy was terrifyingly high.
"Shuhang, it seems you won't be able to escape the fat ball's grasp for the rest of your life unless you master a magical technique or magical treasure that can conceal your actions," the Heart Demon Redcloud Sword warned.
Song Shuhang gritted his teeth. "Let's go. We'll enter the Inner World before it's too late."
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