Song Shuhang had thought about it for a long time. He wanted to increase the intensity of the [Saber-Nurturing Technique] in order to break the seal that trapped Senior White Two.
However, in addition to using the [Hair-Controlling Technique] to create twenty long-haired palms, he could only borrow Reiki's hands to increase the instantaneous output of the [Saber-Nurturing Technique].
Apart from that, there was no other way to greatly improve the [Hair-Nurturing Saber Technique] in a short period of time.
Since the quality and quantity couldn't be improved, he could only rely on 'time'!
Now that he had advanced to the Seventh Stage Realm, and he had also practiced the general section of the [Holy Ape Dragon Power Technique], the [Scholarly Indestructible Body of the Buddha], and the [Mutated Steel Hands Technique] had also been improved. The strength of his body had increased by four or five levels.
The current him could withstand the backlash of the sealing technique for a longer period of time, and it wouldn't be a problem even if it took a few days and nights.
"First … Hair Growing Technique!" Song Shuhang flung his head, and his long hair grew rapidly, reaching his knees in the blink of an eye.
This length was just right.
Song Shuhang had thought of teaching this magical technique to Senior White, but unfortunately, he hadn't found a suitable opportunity to do so.
"Next … Hair-Controlling Technique!" With a thought, his long hair fluttered in the air, forming twenty fists.
Song Shuhang nodded with satisfaction. He felt that in addition to being talented in saber techniques, he might also be very talented in hair techniques. Perhaps in the future, he could consider looking for more magical techniques, magical abilities, and martial arts related to hair.
Up to this day, Song Shuhang still didn't know that the hair-controlling technique that Lady Chu had taught him was an adaptation of the ancient saber technique [Braid Nine Slashes].
"The last step is to cooperate with me, Fairy Reiki," Song Shuhang called out in his mind.
Reiki's arms drilled out from above his shoulders, forming a 'four-armed form' with him — this was a form that Song Shuhang missed. He vaguely remembered that he had once used the 'Three Heads and Six Arms' form with Reiki and the virtuous lamia.
After Reiki's arms were in place, he gave Song Shuhang the 'right to use' so that he could control and use his hands.
"I'm ready. I'm going up to Senior White." Song Shuhang took a step forward and came to the side of the sealing pillar set up by Fatball.
Senior White Two's beautiful figure rose and fell in the pillar. She yawned and said, "We can start at any time."
Song Shuhang took a deep breath and prepared himself for the backfire of the 'sealing pillar'. Then, his 20 hair palms, his own hands, and Reiki's hands pressed on the sealing pillar at the same time.
Saber-Nurturing Technique x24!
A dazzling light filled the entire hall.
"Ahhhhh ~" Song Shuhang let out a blood-curdling scream as if he had been electrocuted. The larger the surface area of his body that came into contact with the seal pillar, the more terrifying the electric backlash was.
The pain of the backlash instantly reached the standard threshold of 'making Song Shuhang feel pain'.
It could only be said that this was indeed the work of Fatball.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak ~" Lying on the skin of Song Shuhang's face and madly poking at his face, № Hamster also let out a series of screams. It was poking too much, and when Song Shuhang's hand slipped and pressed on the sealing pillar, it didn't move away from Song Shuhang's face in time.
As a result, the damned sealing pillar's backlash was actually conducted through Song Shuhang to the hamster's body as if it was conducting electricity.
Then, it also got electrocuted — it endured at least one-tenth of the 'Song Shuhang's pain' value.
This one-tenth of the pain might be negligible for Song Shuhang, but for № Hamster, it was unbearable pain.
For a moment, № Hamster screamed even more miserably than Song Shuhang.
"Huh? Fellow Daoist Ran Zhen, why haven't you gotten off my face yet? " After a series of screams, Song Shuhang gradually began to adapt to the pain. He even had the strength to communicate with № Hamster.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak ~" № Hamster rolled its eyes.
Song Shuhang laughed. "It's mainly because when you poked my face, I didn't feel anything at all. I thought you had already gotten off my face."
№ Hamster couldn't even scream.
Song Shuhang used his' telekinesis' to carefully hold № Hamster, took it off his face, and put it aside.
Then, his twenty pairs of hair palms, hands, and Reiki's hands slid wildly. The brilliance of the Saber-Nurturing Technique × 24 skyrocketed.
As long as he didn't let go, the effect of the Saber-Nurturing Technique on the sealing pillar would not diminish.
Fatball's' affection 'for Song Shuhang kept increasing by one.
After more than two hundred rounds of the Saber-Nurturing Technique, Song Shuhang clearly felt the pain of the seal's backlash begin to decrease.
After five hundred rounds of the Saber-Nurturing Technique, he could no longer feel the pain.
Although the light of the backlash was still flickering on his body from time to time, for Song Shuhang, this pain was equivalent to a tickle. Not only could he ignore it, but he even felt a little comfortable.
Therefore, Song Shuhang seized the time and used his telekinesis to take out a thick book and start flipping through it — Basic Ancient Languages.
He was not in a hurry. This time, he had the whole night to wear down Fatball's sealing pillar.
He could rely on his instincts to use the Saber-Nurturing Technique, and he didn't need to expend much mental energy at all.
Therefore, he could use this time to ask Senior White Two for the pronunciation of the ancient languages.
When he was self-studying, due to the lack of a 'reading method' demonstration, Song Shuhang was able to understand the ancient language that he had learned and understand its meaning, but he was unable to read it.
It was equivalent to a squib.
Under the light of the Saber-Nurturing Technique, Song Shuhang rolled up the book and humbly asked, "Senior White, how should I pronounce this word?"
"Which word?" Senior White Two's body sank in the sealing pillar, and she floated upside down next to Song Shuhang.
"The paragraph on the sixth row on the left," Song Shuhang answered.
"Let me see." Senior White Two glanced at it and began to use the standard pronunciation of the ancient language to guide Song Shuhang.
This included the way to roll the tongue, the way to pronounce the words, and sometimes the nasal sounds.
Although there was no moonlight, there was the light of the Saber-Nurturing Technique.
Although there was no hamster, there was the company of Senior White Two.
The learning effect was excellent.
Song Shuhang's learning efficiency increased by 10.
He kept mastering new words and could barely pronounce them.
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Learning made one happy, and knowledge made one forget time.
Song Shuhang, who was immersed in learning, had completely forgotten the concept of time except for instinctively reading the Saber-Nurturing Technique.
Until his phone's alarm rang, waking him up from the sea of knowledge.
It was seven in the morning.
The night was over.
"So soon?" Song Shuhang was not satisfied.
He looked at the sealing pillar again.
After a night of hard work, the sealing pillar began to emit colorful light — it was like the deja vu of an equipment in a web-based game that was about to evolve into a divine weapon.
"It seems to be working?" Song Shuhang said.
"Hmm, I didn't waste a night's time." Senior White Two was like a fish, nimbly swimming around the sealed pillar.
"Then let's try one last time. If it doesn't work, we'll find another time to try." Song Shuhang put away the ancient language book with his telekinesis.
Then, the spiritual power in his body surged.
Twenty-four hands rubbed against each other, creating sparks on the sealing pillar.
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