At the junction of East China Sea and the Pacific, there was a mysterious island that had never appeared on any map of the world. The island was concealed by supernatural forces that prevented humans from snooping near it. Even the most advanced equipment could not find any trace of the island.
This was the domain of Venerable Spirit Butterfly—Spirit Butterfly Island.
Numerous large butterflies were flying over the island, which was this place’s main feature.
Among them, there was a washbasin-sized butterfly that fell from the air and stopped in front of a young girl on the island, with something on its back... an issue of a newspaper.
Yes, an issue of a newspaper.
"Sorry for troubling you." Soft Feather stretched out her hand for the newspaper on the back of the butterfly and sat on a stone chair in a pavilion, her long hair tied in a bundle.
It looked like an ordinary newspaper, not quite different from those of the mundane world, but its contents were somewhat different.
Today's headline: Master of one of the top four sword sects, the famous Southern Longevity Sword Sect, quarreled with his dao companion the day before yesterday. He swore he would divorce his dao companion. However, by the time news was released, it was reported that the Sect Master had been kneeling on a ‘limitless iron durian’ for a whole day, shouting out loud: "I was wrong, please forgive me. I was wrong, please forgive me…"
Master of Southern Longevity Sword Sect looked quite masculine. He was full of masculine charm and thus quite popular among female cultivators; however, his dao companion looked like a very gentle woman.
Hence, unsurprisingly, this gossip hit the headlines.
On other pages, it reported that a disciple of the Limitless Demon Sect, Demon Monarch Mad Tyrant, appeared in some area of Eastern China, so cultivators had better pay more attention and avoid provoking him. Every single disciple of the Limitless Demon Sect had a very extreme and unpredictable nature. Demon Monarch Mad Tyrant was the sole exception in the whole Limitless Demon Sect, and he was relatively harmless to humans and animals alike—as long as no one provoked him. Then here came the problem—it just so happened that Demon Monarch Mad Tyrant had an inborn passive ability that made others provoke him. While he was casually taking some shish kebab on the street, people would suddenly find him not pleasing to the eye and come to provoke him. It would be fine if he didn’t mind it, but as a disciple of the Limitless Demon Sect, he had an extreme nature as well. So here came a murder caused by shish kebab...
Besides, it reported that recently, some cultivator made a fortune by gambling on raw spirit stones.
Also, a senior cultivator managed to cross the vast sea before he went to the West to challenge the local aboriginal deities and take away all their treasure. In recent years, the aboriginal deities in the West had often been stunned by unexpected challenges of their Eastern counterparts.
There was also a special page for cultivators to publish advertisements on purchase, sale, or trading natural treasures. If anyone felt the price was right, or needed any treasure, he could contact the owner or make a deal with the newspaper as the middleman.
This was a special newspaper for cultivators. Unlike newspapers of the mundane world, its contents were quite random and covered almost everything, including gossip, intelligence, trading, danger alerts, and so on.
‘Eh? Is this the "floating mysterious island" I’ve heard of lately?’ Soft Feather saw a message that she was interested in.
It was reported that some cultivator had discovered over the East China Sea the legendary ‘floating mysterious island’ that people had been talking about recently. He could see faintly that the mysterious island was full of birds' twitter, fragrance of flowers, spiritual qi, as well as a lot of extinct creatures.
Maybe it was the residence of a cultivator from the ancient times? Or, a special realm within a realm? A fragment of the World or some stuff like that?
In a place like this, both crisis and opportunity existed. It was a wonderland for adventure.
The cultivator only had the time to take several pictures, for the mysterious island disappeared when he was about to enter it for an adventure.
‘The East China Sea, it's not far from here.’ Soft Feather was interested. Maybe I should find a chance to sneak out again?
Her long legs crossed and her jade-like feet slightly perked and wobbled. Her delicate and nearly translucent toes showed from the sandals she was wearing, which were exactly the ones that Song Shuhang had bought for her the other day.
"What are you reading, Soft Feather?" a gentle, steady voice sounded, and a handsome middle-aged man appeared behind Soft Feather. He was very handsome, unspeakably handsome, drop-dead handsome—he was Venerable Spirit Butterfly, the owner of Spirit Butterfly Island.
"I’m reading today's Daily Cultivator. Hey, Dad. I found a very interesting place. Since you are free these days, could you accompany me there?" eyes shining, Soft Feather held the newspaper in both hands, full of anticipation.
"You want to go out to have fun again?" Venerable Spirit Butterfly raised his eyebrows, and showed a loving smile, "But, these days, you have to get familiar with the ‘contract formation’ of the ghost spirit first. I’ll take you out to have some fun when you manage to establish the contract with the ghost spirit. This is your promise to me. You don’t want to break your promise, right?"
Although she sneaked out to have fun, her father, Venerable Spirit Butterfly, did not scold her. He just told her that she had to handle the things she brought home by herself. So, before she managed to conclude a contract with the ghost spirit, she had to stay on Spirit Butterfly Island.
"I won’t break my promise. Even a hundred, no, a thousand horses cannot haul back any word out of my mouth!" Soft Feather said firmly first, and then showed a bitter face. She didn’t know it would be such a hassle to conclude a contract with a ghost spirit. She had failed several times already.
"Try harder, then." Venerable Spirit Butterfly's eyes fell upon the sandals of his daughter.
They were old-fashioned and looked rather cheap.
He didn't see his daughter wear this pair of shoes before. Did she buy them when she was catching ghost spirit recently?
Although the sandals were not good-looking, it was the first time his daughter bought something by herself. At least he should encourage her a little bit.
He was a good father.
At the thought of this, acting as if he liked this pair of sandals, Venerable Spirit Butterfly nodded, "When did you buy this pair of sandals? With such a good taste, you are really a good daughter of mine!"
This loving father tried to praise his lovely daughter harder, but looking at this cheap pair of sandals, he really couldn’t work out any more words to praise them.
"Whee, Dad, you like it too?" giggling, Soft Feather lifted her little foot and said in a good mood, "Senior Song bought them for me after we caught the ghost spirits. My shoes were broken when we were trying to catch the ghost spirits. Aha, Senior Song is always awesome and interesting. And he also has a good taste. Look, you like the shoes he chose as well, Dad."
The smile of Venerable Spirit Butterfly froze. He felt suffocated, as if he was just forced to eat sh*it by someone.
Senior Song, as his daughter mentioned, was a member of the group who helped her when she was trying to catch the ghost spirits.
His daughter was very concerned about this Senior Song.
Most importantly, this Senior Song was a man!
It seemed that Liu Jianyi, his first disciple, didn’t tell him everything. The sluggard, he really needs a spanking!
As Venerable Spirit Butterfly thought of that sluggard, the corners of his mouth twitched. The sluggard practiced the silly ‘Turtle Breathing Technique’ because he was too lazy to breathe! And he even claimed that he did it because he was a man advocating conserving energy…! Venerable Spirit Butterfly felt that he must have been blind to choose this guy to be his successor.
God, at the very thought of this sluggard, he felt even more suffocated!
If it went on like this, maybe he should take some ‘Quick Acting Heart Reliever’ with him?
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On the way back to school, Song Shuhang was wondering how he could find a chance to get some actual combat experience—perhaps he should go to the bad boys for a fight?
Besides, he should practice ❮Basic Buddhist Fist Technique❯ around 4 or 5 o'clock this afternoon.
With his current physique, it would take about twenty-three hours if he wanted to restore his blood and qi quantity to practice the fist technique.
That was to say, at present, he only had one chance to practice the fist technique every day. If he wanted to achieve Foundation Establishment within 100 days, he had to seize every opportunity and waste no time.
Of course, the recovery rate of human body’s qi and blood quantity would be accelerated as the body’s strength was improved. One could easily afford the cultivation for as many as a dozen times in a single day after reaching the later realms of the First Stage.
In addition, to speed up the recovery of qi and blood quantity, one could also take pills like 'qi and blood pill'. Northern River’s Loose Cultivator had told him about ‘qi and blood pill’, which was made from extremely precious medicinal materials. Different from ‘body tempering liquid’, it was a genuine first-rank pill.
After taking one ‘qi and blood pill’, in half an hour, a cultivator in Foundation Establishment like Shuhang could have his qi and blood quantity completely restored.
This kind of pill could not only be used by cultivators in Foundation Establishment, but also by those in First Stage Five Apertures Realm to raise the qi and blood quantities in their bodies.
If only he could get some qi and blood pills! Then, he could achieve Foundation Establishment as soon as possible and would probably have a better chance against the assassin? Now, he really needed strength!
It feels like... I was a little bit greedy.
Walking along, unconsciously, he reached the alley of Auspicious street area.
Today, he didn’t see the short-haired ‘Kabedon’d’ girl. Maybe it was because it was too early for her to get up?
There weren’t many pedestrians in the alley.
It was very quiet.