Chapter 728 - Magical treasure: Face Slapping Flip-flops (1/2)

Chapter 728: Magical treasure: Face Slapping Flip-flops

Translator: G.o.dBrandy Editor: Kurisu

“This time, I’ll try the ‘Queen Bee Flying Technique’!” Venerable White made a hand seal, and the sword light spread out, transforming into a golden queen bee that soared into the sky.

Racing with his flying sword was one of Venerable White’s favorite hobbies. Therefore, he had studied a lot of flying techniques to increase his speed and have more fun. He had flying techniques of various types from all sorts of different sects and schools. That way, he could happily race in all kinds of environments and all sorts of conditions.

“Whizz, whizz, whizz~” The speed of the flying technique he used this time was even faster than before.

Song Shuhang and Sixteen continuously screamed, and their voices echoed in the sky for a long, long time…

As for Northern River’s Loose Cultivator, he clenched his teeth and tried his best to resist so as to preserve his dignity as a ‘senior’. Even if his face was deathly pale, he didn’t scream—not even once.

Around ten or so breaths later of intense whizzing…

“We have arrived!” Venerable White laughed, and made a hand seal. Soon after, the flying sword descended from the sky and landed in front of the Soft White Cloud Store.

Venerable White then crossed out the order he had just completed. His mood was pretty good at this time. “We have arrived at the destination. Everybody, get off the flying sword. I need to keep farming orders, and can’t check out the store with you. See you in a while!”

After getting off the car… no, after getting off the flying sword, Song Shuhang seized the opportunity to grab a lamppost on the edge of the road. At this time, his whole body was weak and trembling; he couldn’t even speak.

Soon after, it was Su Clan’s Sixteen’s turn. She also grabbed that lamppost together with Song Shuhang. Her complexion was deathly pale, and she was also very weak.

Only Senior Northern River didn’t lose his elegance, and waved at Venerable White, saying, “Thank you, Senior White. See you later.”

“See you later. Remember to give me that five-star review in a while!” Venerable White said as he whizzed away. From the looks of it, he still wasn’t tired of this rental flying sword thing, and it was unknown how many more people inside the White Cloud City he would harm.

It’s really a pity that True Monarch White Crane didn’t come to the White Cloud City. Otherwise, it would have been very happy to ride on Venerable White’s ‘rental flying sword’ all day, Song Shuhang thought to himself.

After Senior White had whizzed away, Northern River’s Loose Cultivator patted his somewhat soft legs and waved at Song Shuhang and Su Clan’s Sixteen. “Shuhang, Little Sixteen, I’ll go to buy the stage props for the movie crew now. See you later!”

Then, without waiting for the two to reply, Northern River’s Loose Cultivator quickly ran away.

Song Shuhang and Su Clan’s Sixteen could only bitterly look at Northern River’s Loose Cultivator as he was getting farther and farther away.

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Around half a minute later.

“Shuhang, how do you feel?” Su Clan’s Sixteen’s face was still deathly pale, and her body had yet to recover from the thrill she’d experienced earlier. Her legs were also s.h.i.+vering.

“I feel a little better, but I still can’t put strength in my legs. How about you?” Song Shuhang felt that his acrophobia had worsened even further.

“I think I’ll be able to recover in another half a minute.” Su Clan’s Sixteen sighed.

The two of them looked at each other and forced a smile, continuing to use the lamppost as support while s.h.i.+vering all over.

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Right at this time, next to the Soft White Cloud Store.

The ‘Saber Wielding Scholar’… no, the ‘Jade Sword Scholar’ Su Wenqu came out of the shop while holding several scrolls that scholars used to practice calligraphy.

He got out of that ‘infinite make-up test s.p.a.ce’ fifty minutes ago and obtained the scholarly treasure ‘Heaven and Earth Wors.h.i.+pping Brush’ as a reward. Therefore, he decided to buy several scrolls to practice his calligraphy while he was at it.

Then, just as he got out of the shop, he saw a familiar figure standing next to a not too distant lamppost. Well then, wasn’t this little brother without eyebrows the same person that took the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ test with him some time ago? It seemed he had finally managed to get out of that place! It was something worth celebrating.

As such, Su ‘Saber Wielding Scholar’ Wenqu thought of heading toward Song Shuhang and greet him.

But as he took a few steps, his heart skipped a beat. That little friend without eyebrows—and that beautiful girl that wasn’t wearing any make-up—were currently leaning against the lamppost, their bodies trembling and complexions deathly pale.

Had they just received an electric shock???

The White Cloud City had borrowed many of the discoveries that ordinary people had made, and combined them with magical techniques, giving birth to a lot of things powered by black technology.

For example, these lampposts were powered by electrical power. Although the possibility of receiving an electric shock was rather low, it wasn’t non-existent.

“Fellow Daoists, don’t worry! I’ll save you immediately!” Su Wenqu quickly threw to one side the calligraphy scrolls he had with him, and put his hand into his clothes, taking out a writing brush. Then, he waved his hand, and the brush he was holding suddenly inflated, becoming very big.

Next, under Song Shuhang and Su Clan’s Sixteen’s confused looks, Su Wenqu swept with his huge writing brush, throwing the pitiful duo to the ground.

The couple had no strength at this moment. Therefore, they had no means to defend themselves, and were swept to the ground.

Afterward, they raised their heads and saw the anxious Su ‘Saber Wielding Scholar’ Wenqu.

“…” Song Shuhang.

“…” Su Clan’s Sixteen.

Idiot!

“Fellow Daoists, are you alright? I didn’t expect that electricity would start leaking from the lampposts of our White Cloud City. As soon as I get home, I’ll immediately have someone check all the lampposts in the city so as to avoid something like from happening again.” Su Wenqu put away his big writing brush and wore a gentle smile on his face, offering his hand to Song Shuhang and Su Clan’s Sixteen.

“…” Song Shuhang.

“…” Su Clan’s Sixteen.