‘Him’ in dreamland—though Altar Master was just as good a term of address—had lived near Huang Dagen’s tomb for ten plus years or so. The senior expert he expected had never once appeared, whereas the ghost spirit was reaching its maturity. Thus, ‘he’ was extremely happy—it seemed like that expert neither cared about this ghost spirit nor the land which was a paradise for cultivating ghost spirits.

　　After a period of time, as long as the ghost spirit matured, he could retrieve it!

　　Perhaps Luo Xin street area was really his land of fortune.

　　During the 12th year he dwelled there, ‘he’ had actually obtained another immature ghost spirit which could be called a great fortune falling from the skies! This caused him to be wild with joy!

　　When the time came where this two ghost spirits matured, even if ‘his’ Ghost Sect’s Ghost Manipulator manual wasn’t complete, by relying on these ghost spirits’ unique abilities, it would even push him up a one big realm and prolong his lifespan!

　　So afterwards, he did something that would make him regret for a lifetime. ‘He’ happily placed his newly obtained ghost spirit into Huang Dagen’s tomb with thoughts of using this land to speed up his ghost spirit’s growth.

　　The tragedy arose from this moment… when the second ghost spirit entered the tomb, it couldn’t be taken out! At the same time, it had activated Venerable Spirit Butterfly’s sealing formation.

　　A total of six layers of a powerful seal emerged, with layer upon layer appearing before his eyes.

　　If it weren’t for him escaping fast, he would have directly become dregs from the formation’s attack.

　　In the past, as these six seals were in a dormant state, Altar Master could enter the tomb to observe that ghost spirit within. Whereas right now, he couldn’t even get close to Huang Dagen’s grave.

　　Furthermore, this formation was different from the initial trapping formation. These six sealing formations had attacking abilities, and there was a bloodline formation within. If no younger generation from that expert’s bloodline showed up here, the six layers set up by that expert would forever remain active.

　　No wonder after he had destroyed the trapping formation, the ghost spirit within had stayed inside Ghost Lamp Temple without coming out. In actual fact, it wasn’t able to escape!

　　This terrifying senior had taught him a lesson in mere minutes.

　　The composition of this six-layer formation was extremely complicated, and with his current level and strength, he was basically incapable of breaking the formation.

　　He could only look on helplessly while guarding this tomb.

　　Day after day, year after year.

　　He was in despair, he had thoroughly given up all hope in this world.

　　Just when he was truly thinking of giving up or risking his life to attack that formation… one day, a pair of youngsters, a male and a female, came to Luo Xin street area to look for Huang Dagen’s tomb.

　　The matter has taken a turn for the better!

　　[Am I looking at a tragedy novel?] Watching till here, Song Shuhang already knew the events that were going to happen afterwards.

　　He felt that this Altar Master was truly of a rare quality—for cultivators to have lived so miserably was really rare.

　　As expected, the plot continued as the youngsters had retrieved the ghost spirits, and Altar Master had been shocked by the strength displayed by Soft Feather until he trembled.

　　Shortly after, the scene had suddenly changed, skipping over numerous plots.

　　“A chance? Hahaha! This lord has given you so many chances, no? But, this lord can give you one last chance,” a domineering figure looked down at Altar Master in the dream.

　　That figure had a domineering appearance and made Song Shuhang feel so embarrassed that he wished to find a hole to get into! This scene that made one feel very embarrassed just by recalling it, please stop replaying it, alright?

　　Just then, the scene changed once again!

　　“Sword! Sword!” that domineering figure consecutively brandished two swords, and had beheaded ‘him’ within the dreamland.

　　“I curse you… I curse you! I will transform into an eternal ghost, and seek you to pay with your life… eternally!”‘He’ within the dreamland had howled loudly.

　　I hate, I hate, I hate, I hate!

　　He hated his arduous fate, hated that the cultivation method he obtained wasn’t complete, hated that the world was unjust, and especially, he hated that fella who went back on his word!

　　I’ll transform into an ageless ghost and demand that fella’s life endlessly!

　　The endless hatred and the curse ‘he’ casted before his death made Song Shuhang wake up with a start.

　　Lifting his head and surveying his surroundings, three of his roommates were deeply asleep—Tubo was even snoring rhythmically.

　　Song Shuhang stealthily activated ‘mental detection’ to observe his surroundings. However, the dormitory was quiet, without any unusual movements.

　　‘Why would I have such an odd dream? Was it because I had beheaded Altar Master in the morning, thus as the saying goes, what you think about in the day, you will dream of at night?’ Song Shuhang thought.

　　No.. if it’s only because of what I thought in the day, thus dreaming of it at night, this dreamland wouldn’t be that lifelike.

　　This was basically not a dream, but Altar Master’s lifelong memories! It had contained several incidents Song Shuhang was not even aware of. He personally felt that the hole in his brain wasn’t that huge, and it was impossible for his brain to make up content for Altar Master’s life.

　　‘Is that a curse? Or possession by a ghost?’ what Song Shuhang could think of ultimately was the curse Altar Master had casted before he died.

　　Only that sort of curse with such hatred could give rise to such a strange dream.

　　“This won’t do, I must check with Senior Medicine Master tomorrow and see what’s up with this dream. I’ll feel uneasy if I don’t get a clear understanding.” Song Shuhang murmured.

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　　Next day, June 8th. Cloudy.

　　The weather was still hot, but without the passionate Grandpa Sun, the amount of spectators in the sports competition had increased.

　　After Song Shuhang had woken up from that weird dream, he did not sleep for the night.

　　Early in the morning, he was preparing to find time and head over to Medicine Master’s place. However, he had received a message from Senior Medicine Master first instead.

　　In the message was a mailing address—Great Master Profound Principle temple’s address—along with a message to ask Song Shuhang to find time to mail that ‘Black Iron Flying Sword’.

　　In addition, Medicine Master had reminded Shuhang that he needed to deal with some matters today, and might not be coming back soon.

　　Song Shuhang then replied two words, “Got it.”

　　‘I doubt I’ll have the chance to use that “Flying Sword” any time soon, I’ll mail it back then.’

　　Thus, Shuhang dug for Fengshou Express Delivery Sima Jiang’s namecard and gave him a call. “Hello, is this Fengshou Delivery’s Little Jiang?

　　The other party had stared blankly for a long time before recalling something and immediately replied, “Is this Student Shuhang? It’s me, it’s me. Do you have a parcel to mail today?”

　　“Yep, I have a small parcel I’d like to mail, do you have time to retrieve it today?” Song Shuhang asked.

　　“No problem, I’ll be there immediately!” Sima Jiang swiftly replied.

　　Song Shuhang added, “There’s no need to rush. This parcel’s only a common item, you can take your time.”

　　“It’s fine, I’m quite free now. I’ll be there in a jiffy.” Sima Jiang laughed heartily.

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　　Song Shuhang wished he could use all his free time to cultivate since he had obtained qi and blood pill. If he didn’t use it, wouldn’t it be wasting time?

　　However, today Tubo and the other three had participated in the sports competition program. As a good dorm mate, it was a must for him to head over and support them.

　　“In another half an hour’s time, it’ll be Yangde’s competition. That fella had signed up for men’s 100m run,” said Tubo with an envious expression. A competition like 100m run that was quite effortless, he had really wanted to sign up for it.

　　It was a pity he was a step behind Yangde, and lost his chance. Therefore, Tubo could only sign up for the 800m relay race.

　　Currently, Yangde had already changed clothes and shoes, and was preparing for the race.

　　Song Shuhang and another two roommates went towards the competition track to cheer for him.

　　Halfway there, Gao Moumou phone started playing a famous song from a few years back… ❮If You Do Do❯ ¹ . To be able to use this as his ringtone, he must have had a certain skill in having thick skin.

　　Gao Moumou remained unperturbed as he fished out his phone and looked at it. To his pleasant surprise, it was a long-awaited weird stranger’s number—his expression turned joyful as he used an extremely fast speed to answer the call.

　　These days, majority of weird unknown numbers were all swindlers.

　　If this phone call was made by a swindler, then it just so happened that he could take advantage of this and chat idly with the caller. After all, it didn’t cost a single cent to answer incoming calls, and if the other party was a lady swindler, it’d be even better as Gao Moumou could display triple the fighting strength! If it was the type that waited for a few rings before cutting the call, it’d be great as this cost them call charges!

　　“Hey, hello!” after answering the call, Gao Moumou swiftly replied, seemly afraid that the other party would hang up his call right away.

　　“…” the phone was quiet for a long time before the caller questioned to sound him out. “Gao Moumou?”

　　“Ah? I am, who are you?” a burst of disappointment washed over Gao Moumou— to think that it wasn’t a swindler! In such a boring summer, why don’t swindlers be more professional and call over to relieve my boredom?