Chapter 542: The Time City
She mistook me for someone else? A certain ‘Slow-Witted Song’?
It’s already the third time that I’m mistaken for someone else… the first time was inside Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman’s treasure house. Back then, the bamboo shoot mistook me for another person and ruthlessly hit me.
The second time was when I was dreaming about my own experiences on the mysterious island. At that time, I saw a small white dragon in the underground chamber tomb that Senior Lightning Pig arranged. Later, the white dragon also ruthlessly hit me after mistaking me for someone else.
Now, the master of the Crystal-Clear Water Pavilion also mistook me for someone else…
Song Shuhang looked at the lazy, black-haired woman in front of him and asked, “Senior… who is this ‘Slow-Witted Song’?”
Is it possible that I’m the reincarnation of some ancient cultivator?
“Slow-Witted Song…” The black-haired woman raised her head and reclined against the wooden chair, seemingly thinking about something. “He’s a fellow daoist that I knew a long, long time ago. The relationship between the two of us was pretty good I would say. But so much time has passed, and I have no idea if he’s still alive. It’s been quite a while since the last time I’ve seen him.”
“Senior, is it possible that I’m his reincarnation?” Song Shuhang asked about the matter that concerned him the most.
Although he didn’t have experience in this subject, he knew that cultivators could really reincarnate. As long as the cultivator wasn’t killed by the heavenly tribulation and both their body and soul weren’t destroyed by an enemy, there was a chance that they would reincarnate.
“Hmm~ that should be impossible.” The black-haired woman reclined against the chair even more and raised her head, looking at Song Shuhang. Afterward, she said lazily, “That Slow-Witted Song fellow doesn’t have a ‘next life’ ahead of him. If he wants to ‘reincarnate’, he can only take over the body of another person or that of a puppet.”
If he had taken over someone’s body, Song Shuhang wouldn’t be himself but the ‘Slow-Witted Song’ that the black-haired woman mentioned.
If he had taken over the body of a puppet, it was even more impossible that ‘Slow-Witted Song’ had any relationship with Song Shuhang.
But if this is the case and there isn’t any relationship between me and this ‘ancient cultivator’ the black-haired woman mentioned just now… why do people keep mistaking me for him? Since I’m constantly mistaken for him, is there some ‘karma’ between the two of us?
Song Shuhang asked once again, “Do this person and I look alike?”
When Shuhang talked about ‘looking alike’, he didn’t mean just their facial features, but something more profound.
In this world, there weren’t two completely identical tree leaves, and the same was also true for people.
While judging a person, cultivators didn’t rely on their facial features alone to make the judgment… However, the bamboo shoot, the white dragon, and the lazy black-haired woman before Song Shuhang’s eyes all managed to mistake him for someone else!
“How can I explain it… If we consider your outward appearance, the two of you are only somewhat similar. But if we consider your soul and aura, it’s very easy to confuse you guys. It’s indeed strange… are you perhaps his descendant?” The lazy, black-haired woman looked upward and continued, “I remember that he once had a woman… maybe you are his direct descendant. It’s a possible explanation.”
“Descendant?” Song Shuhang shook his head in puzzlement. For various reasons, his family moved several times and the records about his family tree had been long lost—to the point that the oldest information available was the one about his grandfather’s father…
Suddenly, the black-haired woman got up from the chair. Her hair was both thick and long, draping over shoulders like a cloak and getting dragged on the ground as she moved forward.
After getting up, she arrived in front of Song Shuhang and raised her head, gazing at him. As she came closer, Song Shuhang realized that the black-haired woman was actually quite short. While standing up, she reached to his chin at most.
“Now that I think about it, Slow-Witted Song left a certain thing in the Crystal-Clear Water Pavilion back then, saying that he would come back one day to retrieve it. Unfortunately, I’m unable to return that thing to him now… because I’ve already used it! Wahaha!” The black-haired woman laughed complacently.
“…” Song Shuhang.
Then, the black-haired woman stretched out her hand and flicked it. Immediately after, Li Yinzhu, who was in Song Shuhang’s embrace, was picked up by an invisible strength and sent to Chu Chu who was standing at the entrance of the room.
Afterward, Fairy Chu stretched out her hands again and gently caressed Song Shuhang’s cheeks.
Her hands were icy cold and gave off refreshing and cool feeling.
“Hmm, let me see. The cultivation technique you practice is the ❮Basic Buddhist Fist Technique❯… as well as the ❮Thirty-Three Divine Beasts’ Technique❯? Are you then a disciple of the Thirty-Three Divine Beasts’ Sect?” the black-haired woman asked.
Only her fingers came in contact with Song Shuhang’s body and yet she could name the cultivation techniques Shuhang practiced as though she was extremely familiar with the subject! Both the strength and knowledge of this senior were immeasurably deep!
At the same time, Song Shuhang felt a powerful oppressive aura coming from the body of the black-haired woman. This aura reminded him of Venerable White, Venerable Spirit Butterfly, Venerable Tornado, and Venerable Seventh Cultivator of True Virtue…
The black-haired woman before his eyes was undoubtedly an existence of the Venerable rank.
No, perhaps she was even stronger!
“Senior, I’m not really a disciple of the Thirty-Three Divine Beasts’ Sect.” Song Shuhang shook his head and said, “The Thirty-Three Divine Beasts’ Sect has already disappeared from the world. The ❮Thirty-Three Divine Beasts’ Technique❯ I’m practicing is something that Senior White recovered and revised on my behalf. Afterward, I chanced upon the ❮Whale Swallowing Technique❯ by luck and finally completed the technique.”
“The Thirty-Three Divine Beasts’ Sect has unexpectedly disappeared from the world?” The black-haired woman was astonished. Back in those days, the Thirty-Three Divine Beasts’ Sect was a large and influential sect, and there were several figures of the Venerable rank belonging to the sect. She didn’t expect that such a sect would have been destroyed.
“The world is truly ever-changing…” the black-haired woman said while holding Song Shuhang’s face with both hands.
Then, she slightly furrowed her brows, and the lazy expression on her face disappeared.
Afterward, she dragged her long black hair on the floor and returned to the big reclining chair, lying on it.
“I’m tired,” the black-haired woman said.
“?” Song Shuhang.
“I’m tired, and I’m sleepy as well. Therefore, I plan to sleep for a while… See you tomorrow.” After saying this much, she took a quilt out of nowhere and used it to cover her body. Next, the reclining chair under her body started to transform just like a Transformers, turning into a big, comfortable bed in the blink of an eye.
“Good night.” The black-haired woman waved at Song Shuhang and the others.
Song Shuhang didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Just what was happening?
In the rear, the door of the room was pushed open and the pair of male and female attendants entered the chamber. They smiled apologetically at Song Shuhang and Chu Chu and made a “please, this way” gesture.
“Sure, Senior. See you tomorrow.”
Song Shuhang had no choice but to leave the pavilion for the time being.
After Song Shuhang, Chu Chu, and Li Yinzhu were gone, Fairy Chu opened her eyes.
Her eyes slightly moved. Afterward, runes appeared and automatically formed several pictures in front of her.
There was the picture of a blazing saber capable of burning the heavens.
There was the picture of a thick, golden chain with thirty-three animals carved on it.
There was the picture of an exquisite puppet.
There were also the illusory pictures of a bamboo leaf and a white dragon.
In addition, there were the pictures of a silver glove and a blood bone…
Each of these objects was linked to a powerful cultivator.
“Even if we put that mysterious ‘Scarlet Heaven’ aside for now… what are the others trying to do?” Fairy Chu muttered.
After a short moment, Fairy Chu pulled the quilt toward her body and comfortably stretched herself. “Anyway, it doesn’t have anything to do with me. I’m so tired… Right, since he seems to be related to Slow-Witted Song, I might as well give him a hand…
“The Time City is a pretty good place. I’ll bring them there tomorrow to make them relax,” Fairy Chu said while sleep-talking.