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

“Are you finally coming out?” Venerable White’s eyes immediately lit up as he moved back alongside the others.

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In the next moment, cracking noises were transmitted from the two meters tall coc.o.o.n.

The coc.o.o.n that Song Shuhang had spun was very hard, just like ceramic. Thereupon, he had to punch it several times and create a hole in it.

Immediately after, Song Shuhang came out of the coc.o.o.n while wearing the ‘golden-bell cover’ daoist robe. It was the daoist robe he had gotten from the western monk; Song Shuhang had yet to change its name.

Next, he stretched out his arms while wearing the daoist robe, and took a deep breath with a satisfied expression on his face, saying, “Ah! I can finally breathe fresh air. What a wonderful feeling.”

Venerable White, Yu Jiaojiao, Scholar Xian Gong, and the several other seniors of the Nine Provinces Number One Group that had rushed over to watch the fun looked at Song Shuhang with rapt attention.

“Pfff~” Fairy Dongfang Six couldn’t hold herself back anymore, and laughed.

At this time, the muscular ma.s.s of Song Shuhang’s body had expanded by five times, and it felt as though his swelling muscles were on the verge of exploding.

Due to his muscular ma.s.s reaching such a ridiculous level, the originally 182 centimeters tall Song Shuhang looked almost a dwarf.

However, more importantly, Song Shuhang’s head didn’t undergo any change, and he still had that youthful face with fine and delicate features… which was now resting on a tremendously muscular body.

Yu Jiaojiao looked at Song Shuhang, and gave the thumbs up, saying, “Musclehang! Your muscles are truly impressive.”

What the h.e.l.l is ‘Musclehang’?

Song Shuhang lowered his head and glanced at his now terrifying body. He slightly waved his hand and felt a light breeze spread out. Blue veins were bulging on each of the muscles on his arm, looking super scary.

“Why did I become like this?!” Song Shuhang didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

The effects of the demodragon medicine were truly wonderful. After drinking only one-tenth of the vial of demodragon medicine, the strength of his body had increased by more than three times.

According to his estimations, the strength of his current body should have already reached the Third Stage Second Meridian ‘Overcast Moon Meridian’ rank, and it should be nearing the Third Meridian ‘Blazing Sun Meridian’ rank.

But what was the deal with this ridiculous muscular ma.s.s? How could he go outside and face people in this state?

But right at this time, Venerable White took a step forward and stretched out his hand, placing it on Song Shuhang’s body. “Don’t move, I’ll check up your body.”

Song Shuhang quickly calmed down, and allowed Venerable White to check his physical condition.

After a short moment, Venerable White gently smiled, and said, “There isn’t anything wrong with your body. It’s like this: your body absorbed a large amount of medicinal power all at once. In short, the demodragon medicine sharply increased the strength of your const.i.tution within a very short amount of time, which caused your muscular ma.s.s to inflate. It’s the same principle that causes people to become fat if they eat too much. If you wholeheartedly practice body tempering cultivation techniques, you should return to your previous self in two or three days. Aside from that, your body doesn’t have any other problem. Your condition is pretty good.”

After hearing Senior White’s words, Song Shuhang heaved a sigh of relief. Had the change to his muscular ma.s.s been permanent, he would have had no idea how to explain things to his parents after returning home.

Would he have to tell them that he had joined some scary body-building club, and that he turned into his current appearance after training there for a bit? Mama Song and Papa Song would surely go crazy.

The nearby Scholar Xian Gong also heaved a sigh of relief.

Immediately thereafter, Senior Xian Gong cupped his hands and bade farewell to the various fellow daoists. “Little friend Shuhang, Fellow Daoist White, and you guys too, I’ll take my leave now and go to drink the demodragon medicine.”

All those present knew that Scholar Xian Gong had been waiting for this day for a long, long time. Therefore, they said goodbye to him one after another, and wished him good luck, wis.h.i.+ng him to successfully spin a coc.o.o.n—and a beautiful one at that.

All the sincere well-wishes caused Scholar Xian Gong’s face to become red. Luckily, his face was already red, and no one noticed the change.

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Song Shuhang jumped down from his bed, and glanced at the big coc.o.o.n. How was he supposed to deal with this thing?

Just as he was in deep thoughts, the nearby Venerable White pulled his daoist robe.

Song Shuhang turned his head around and glanced at Venerable White in puzzlement.

“Shuhang, you have a lot of demodragon medicine, right?” Venerable White asked.

Scholar Xian Gong and Song Shuhang had divided the demodragon medicine half-and-half. Thereupon, Song Shuhang had with him twenty vials of demodragon medicine.

“Senior White, do you want some?” Song Shuhang asked in return. After saying this much, he took a new vial of demodragon medicine out of his pocket, and handed it over to Venerable White.

In the end, it was Venerable White that had killed the demodragon and given it to him. Such being the case, how could Song Shuhang refuse if Senior White wanted some demodragon medicine?

“Is one vial enough?” Song Shuhang asked.

“Yes, it’s enough.” Venerable White nodded his head, and said, “I want to know how it feels to spin a coc.o.o.n. It looked very amusing earlier.”

He really wanted to know how one felt while spinning a coc.o.o.n.

In addition, he found it very amusing that one’s muscular ma.s.s would greatly enlarge after taking the medicine.

After taking the vial of demodragon medicine in his hands, Venerable White raised his head and drank the whole content, not leaving a single drop behind.

After a short while, Venerable White lightly opened his mouth, and a long, sparkling thread of silk shot out.

“It’s coming out,” Venerable White said, excited.

He stepped in the air and headed toward one of the angles formed by the intersection of the walls and the ceiling of Song Shuhang’s room, starting to spin his coc.o.o.n there.

When Song Shuhang was spinning the coc.o.o.n, his movements were clumsy and funny.

But when Senior White spun the coc.o.o.n, he had a cool posture, and his movements were flawless. He looked like an immortal dancing.

Was this the difference between a comedian and a superstar?