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Chapter 197: Is it a natural calamity or a man-made disaster?

Translator: Stardu5t Editor: Kurisu

The arrogant man stepping on a bottle gourd bore the dao name ‘Daoist Half Gourd’. For loose cultivators, to reach the Fourth Stage was actually pretty rare.

Daoist Half Gourd knew the hardships of the loose cultivators. The higher the stage he was at, the more resources he needed for practice, and hence being by himself—without a sect’s support—made him feel more and more burdened as time went by.

Thus, he did everything in his power to become friends with Branch Leader Jing Mo.

The process of becoming good friends with Jing Mo was... one painful memory.

This silly chap, Branch Leader Jing Mo, had an explosive temperament—nobody knew when he would suddenly go berserk and starting beating people up.

In order to obtain Branch Leader Jing Mo’s friendship, when Jing Mo went berserk and wanted to hit people, Daoist Half Gourd would prepare and put himself in the mode of ‘getting beaten’. He wanted to allow him to feel enough gratification from beating him, while at the same time showing a bit of resistance to display his powers, in a way telling him that he wasn’t weak.

Hence, he had to fight with crazy Jing Mo more than one hundred rounds, and eventually show that his strength was not on par with his and ultimately ”lose” each time. He had acted out this scene more than ten times. It was honestly not easy.

The only good thing that came out of it was that he got rewarded for his efforts—he successfully became good friends with Branch Leader Jing Mo.

Because of his personality making it hard for him to make friends, Jing Mo treated this ‘friend’ extra nicely and cherished him a lot—except that when he went berserk, he would still beat him up.

But, when he had something good going on, he would always think about his only friend.

Daoist Half Gourd managed to enjoy quite a number of benefits from the Limitless Demon Sect using his relationship with Branch Leader Jing Mo. Right now, he just had to wait for an opportunity to reach the Fifth Stage Spiritual Emperor to obtain a chance to join the Limitless Demon Sect and possibly become a branch leader himself!

As for him tagging along this time, it was because he wanted to keep up his act of being at Branch Leader Jing Mo’s beck and call to deepen the friendship between them.

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Senior Brother Three Realms sent Song Shuhang back to the village—he looked for an empty spot with no one nearby before landing and dropping him off.

”Shuhang, I’m gonna go ahead first. After capturing so many ghosts, I can’t wait to get cracking,” Senior Brother Three Realms smiled at Song Shuhang.

”I wish you quick success,” Song Shuhang smiled as he waved his hand.

Senior Brother Three Realms placed his palms together and bowed.

The flying sword reappeared and off he went, disappearing without a trace.

Song Shuhang was dragging with him a box and a large package, walking towards Tubo’s grandfather’s house.

‘At this moment, if only there were space rings or storage bags, etc., it would be so much easier,’ Song Shuhang complained inwardly.

He was merely fantasizing about it—Medicine Master had once said that his entire fortune put together was not enough to exchange for a space ring. Unless his luck was extremely good, otherwise he could just forget about owning such a high level equipment.

After all he wasn’t Senior White, who would get whatever he wanted.

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Upon returning to Tubo’s grandpa’s house, the first thing he did was to put the box and the medicinal herbs in the back of the hatchback.

However, the trunk had limited space; it was very inconvenient for storage.

Ah, if I had known, I would have gotten Senior Brother Three Realms’ help in regards to performing some illusory art on these items to conceal them. Either that or I should have driven a normal sedan to J-City in the first place. All I can do now is to hope that nothing happens to the items in the car…

After locking up the car, Song Shuhang prepared to enter the house.

At this time, Tubo and his grandfather—together with Li Yangde—donned comfortable clothes, carrying a couple of bamboo baskets. They were just about to leave the house.

”Ah, Shuhang, you’re back,” Tubo saw Song Shuhang and laughed. ”I was just about to call you, we are preparing to go up the mountain to pick some waxberries. Let’s go together.”

”Alright, let’s go together!” Song Shuhang smiled.

”Do you wanna change your clothes? There are a lot of mosquitoes on the mountain,” Tubo suggested.