Chapter 706 - Musclehang and Senior White spinning the cocoon (1/2)

Chapter 706: Musclehang and Senior White spinning the coc.o.o.n

Translator: G.o.dBrandy Editor: Kurisu

As soon as Yu Jiaojiao uploaded to the Nine Provinces Number One Group that video where Song Shuhang was spinning the coc.o.o.n, several seniors quickly rushed over to personally watch this rare scene where a human was spinning a coc.o.o.n. They just happened to be somewhat bored, and seeing little friend Song Shuhang spin the coc.o.o.n would help them kill the time.

Unfortunately, they had already missed the initial part of the coc.o.o.n spinning process, which was the most interesting one.

But right at this time, Venerable White asked, “Shuhang, are you done spinning the coc.o.o.n? Can you hear me?”

Song Shuhang replied via secret sound transmission, “I have almost finished, and I feel that these silk threads will soon stop coming out of my mouth. The speed at which they are shooting out is also getting slower and slower.”

“Keep going, we are all watching and cheering for you,” Venerable White said. Then, he turned his head toward the colorful b.u.t.terfly, and asked, “Jiu Gu, can I poke this big coc.o.o.n now?”

Jiu Gu pondered for a moment, and said, “There shouldn’t be any problem… I guess? As long as you don’t use too much strength while poking at it, you won’t cause any damage to the coc.o.o.n.”

“In that case, I’ll try to poke at it.” Venerable White curiously arrived next to the coc.o.o.n, and stretched out his finger, poking it.

“It’s really a coc.o.o.n! However, it’s really hard… too hard, perhaps. Under these circ.u.mstances, how can one weave silk clothes from this coc.o.o.n? From the looks of it, it going to be pretty hard,” Venerable White muttered to himself.

“…” Yu Jiaojiao.

“…” The colorful b.u.t.terfly Jiu Gu.

“…” Scholar Xian Gong.

Was Senior White planning to tear down little friend Song Shuhang’s big coc.o.o.n and manufacture clothes with the silk obtained from it?

According to the rumors, one had to throw the coc.o.o.n, with the living silkworm inside, into hot water and thoroughly boil it if they wanted to obtain silk from it. After boiling the coc.o.o.n for good, they had to reel the silk from it, and make it go through various processes to obtain the final product.

As such, was Senior White planning to throw little friend Song Shuhang into a container with boiling water and cook him alive?

The various fellow daoists imagined the scene of little friend Song Shuhang getting thrown alongside his coc.o.o.n into a large cauldron full of boiling water, with little friend Song Shuhang continuously screaming due to pain.

This scene wasn’t really a beautiful sight to behold.

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Around five minutes later.

Venerable White asked again, “Shuhang, are you still spitting silk?”

“I’m finally done, and I can’t feel my mouth anymore. I’m very thirsty at this time, with my mouth tingling with numbness. It’s a pretty bad feeling.” Song Shuhang’s voice echoed after a while. The only difference was that it was rather hoa.r.s.e at this moment.

Senior White asked out of curiosity, “Do you feel anything strange happening in your body? Has it started to evolve already?”

Song Shuhang carefully examined his body, and shook his head, saying, “No, there wasn’t any change in my body, and my const.i.tution hasn’t gotten stronger, either. Perhaps I need some more time?”

“I see. In that case, how are things inside the coc.o.o.n?” Venerable White asked another question.

Senior White, are you trying to become a living encyclopedia by asking all these questions?

“Inside the coc.o.o.n, huh? It’s a little hot and very stuffy. It’s not very well ventilated, and it’s dark… it’s somewhat similar to a small black room. Strange, I feel that the level of oxygen inside is getting lower and lower, and it’s becoming difficult to breathe… why is the oxygen getting consumed so quickly?” Song Shuhang asked in puzzlement.

When the nearby Scholar Xian Gong heard these words, his eyelids continuously twitched. There was definitely something wrong with this batch of demodragon medicine!

Venerable White said, “How about using the Turtle Breathing Technique?”

Song Shuhang replied, “I already used it, and it feels much better now. Luckily, Senior White taught me the Turtle Breathing Technique back then. Otherwise, I might have died of asphyxiation.”

Around five minutes later.

Venerable White felt somewhat bored, and thus asked another question, “Shuhang, do you feel anything changing inside there?”

“Gulp~ there was indeed a change. There is more and more liquid forming inside the coc.o.o.n, and it’s on the verge of submerging me,” Song Shuhang replied.

With a strange expression on her face, Yu Jiaojiao asked, “There is liquid inside the coc.o.o.n? But we cannot make out any change from the outside!”

“Do you want me to break the coc.o.o.n?” Venerable White said.

“No, there is no need to. There was a change in my body… my const.i.tution is quickly strengthening. My whole body is becoming stronger…” Song Shuhang’s cheerful voice echoed from within the coc.o.o.n.

From the looks of it, the liquid inside the coc.o.o.n was the main component of the demodragon medicine. The medicine had finally started to take effect.

After hearing these words, Scholar Xian Gong heaved a sigh of relief. Although this demodragon medicine had undergone a ‘mutation’, its effects were still there.

As long as it was still effective, everything was fine. After all, all he had to do was to spit some silk and spin a coc.o.o.n. It wasn’t such a big deal… and if spitting silk and spinning a coc.o.o.n could allow him to strengthen his const.i.tution and offset his mental energy, it was completely worth it!

Then, just like this, another ten minutes pa.s.sed.

Venerable White rested his chin in one hand, and used the other one to tap on Meteor Sword, asking, “Shuhang, when are you coming out of that coc.o.o.n?”

“Gulp, I don’t know, either~ However, the quant.i.ty of liquid inside the coc.o.o.n is quickly decreasing, and the speed at which my const.i.tution is strengthening is also reducing. I should be able to come out once my const.i.tution stops getting stronger… yeah, that should be it,” Song Shuhang replied.

Then… another ten minutes pa.s.sed.

Venerable White had changed his posture, and was now resting his chin in the other hand and playing chess with Yu Jiaojiao.

The nearby seniors of the Nine Provinces Number One Group were likewise bored, and were looking at the chess match.

Only Scholar Xian Gong was standing in place and not moving in the slightest while focusing his video camera on the huge coc.o.o.n that Song Shuhang had spun, afraid to miss any detail.

But right at this time, Song Shuhang’s voice was transmitted from the coc.o.o.n. “Senior White, Jiaojiao, Senior Xian Gong, and the other seniors present, please make way. I’m about to come out.”