As long as they had enough money as motivation, cultivators could increase their energy, and Venerable Spirit Butterfly had sent someone to infiltrate the film crew … one could easily imagine how efficient the film crew would be on the day the shooting of the movie would begin!
At that time, the film crew would be like a giant rolling machine, crushing all the obstacles in front of it!
Perhaps in a few days, they would be able to finish shooting the movie that Song Shuhang wanted!
Unfortunately, the film crew would arrive tomorrow … it would have been great if they had arrived earlier and started shooting the movie earlier.
"I can't be impatient." Venerable Spirit Butterfly sipped his tea.
His daughter Jouko Hagi still needed some time to prepare for her heavenly tribulation. Such a long time would be enough for Song Shuhang's Little Friend to finish shooting the movie.
His adorable daughter wouldn't have to appear on the screen in front of the movie. As compensation, he would personally bring his daughter to watch the movie.
Just in this fashion … the world-class film crew that was shooting the scene on Wenzhou City's Mountain Niuding in Song Shuhang's hometown, under the temptation of Venerable Spirit Butterfly's huge amount of money and the various methods of cultivators, packed up their equipment and rushed to the Jiangnan area.
Together with the film crew, there was also a western monk that had infiltrated the film crew.
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9 PM.
Song Shuhang had finished his practice for the day. Under Venerable White's guidance, he had already grasped the basics of the third layer of the (Thirty-Three Divine Beasts' Technique).
Now, he had to practice the third layer of the (Thirty-Three Divine Beasts' Technique) again and accumulate the true liquid inside his body to attack the first meridian, the Dazzling Star Meridian.
After saying goodbye to Venerable White, Song Shuhang returned to his room and prepared to rest for the night.
On the way back to his room, Song Shuhang passed by Master Tunyun's room and discovered that it was brightly lit and that there was a heated debate going on inside.
Aside from Master Tunyun's voice, there was another voice … it seemed to be the voice of his good friend, Gao Mou.
Wasn't Gao Moumou drunk like a puddle of mud and sleeping in his room? When did he get up and come to Master Tunyun's room? Sleepwalking?
No, that's not right. Song Shuhang stopped at the door and listened for a while. Soon, he heard that Master Tunyun and Gao Mou were discussing the story of the movie's script.
It seemed that Gao Mou and Grandmaster were chatting happily.
Gao Mou was fully immersed in the story of the movie.
It was worthy of celebration.
Song Shuhang didn't disturb his close friend and Grandmaster. He quietly left and returned to his room to rest.
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In the early morning of August 11th, in the dead of night.
Only in Master Tunyun's room could one still hear the voices of Gao Mou and Grandmaster conversing. These two still hadn't rested, both full of energy. It seemed that they were going to pull an all-nighter tonight.
Song Shuhang struggled to get up from the bed. He rubbed his brows and smiled bitterly.
It wasn't Gao Mou's discussion that disturbed him.
Song Shuhang couldn't fall asleep at all. The spiritual energy between his eyebrows was glowing brighter and brighter. This was a sign that his spiritual energy had advanced from the Third to the Fourth stage.
Song Shuhang's physique had improved with great difficulty, but it still couldn't bear the increasing amount of spiritual energy. Every once in a while, the spiritual energy would fiercely hit his forehead like a small hammer.
Song Shuhang, who was already sleepy, was woken up by the knocking. In fact, he hadn't been able to sleep well for several days now.
I have to quickly capture the demodragon and obtain the demodragon potion, Song Shuhang thought to himself. If he couldn't concoct the demodragon potion soon, he would go crazy from not being able to sleep.
He was only at the Third Stage Realm, so he couldn't go without sleep.
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Song Shuhang, who was suffering from insomnia and headaches, rubbed his temples and went to the balcony of Yu Jiaojiao's villa.
At this time, he saw a figure on the balcony of the villa, holding a long pipe in his mouth and puffing out clouds of smoke.
It was the red-faced Scholar Xian Gong.
Sensing Song Shuhang's arrival, Scholar Xian Gong turned his head and looked at Song Shuhang, who was rubbing his eyebrows. "Shuhang Little Friend, you also can't sleep?"
"Yes." Song Shuhang nodded.
Scholar Xian Gong spat out a mouthful of white mist and said in a sad tone, "This old man feels the same. My mental energy is much stronger than my physique. Every once in a while, I feel like someone is punching this old man's head, making me unable to rest properly."
"I feel as if someone is hitting my head with a small hammer every once in a while," Song Shuhang said.
The two looked at each other and smiled. They were in the same boat.
"Do you want to smoke?" Scholar Xian Gong shook his long pipe and said, "If you want, I have a spare pipe here. It hasn't been used yet."
"Thank you, Senior, but I don't smoke." Song Shuhang smiled and waved his hand.
"Then I won't give you the chance to waste this old man's precious tobacco." Scholar Xian Gong laughed and continued to smoke.
After a while, Scholar Xian Gong said, "The trap has already been set. When the time comes, we will definitely catch it!"
Song Shuhang cooperated and replied, "When the time comes, we will definitely have a good sleep."
"Yes, a good sleep. Although sleep doesn't have much meaning for this old man now, I haven't had a good sleep for nearly thirty years. Moreover, even when I go into seclusion, my spiritual energy will be affected. This old man has had enough. " Scholar Xian Gong sighed and said, "This old man has already activated Little Friend's aura in the formation. Now, let's see if we can obtain anything!"
"We will succeed!" Song Shuhang said.
"We will succeed!" Scholar Xian Gong said firmly.
The two looked at each other again and smiled. Their eyes were filled with longing for a better future.
At this time, a voice echoed, "Shuhang Little Friend, Fellow Daoist Xian Gong, what are you two doing? Why are you laughing so strangely? "
It was Venerable White's voice.
Song Shuhang raised his head and looked in the direction of the voice. Then, he discovered that Senior White was sitting cross-legged on the roof of the villa. He was holding a teacup made of bamboo with both hands, and steam was slowly rising from the cup.
Beside Senior White, there was a small tea table with some food, fruits, and a pot of boiling tea on it.
The soft moonlight sprinkled down, making Senior White look like a fairy in the mortal world.
"We were discussing how to catch it. Hmm …" Halfway through his sentence, Song Shuhang suddenly remembered the discussion between him and Scholar Xian Gong. If they managed to catch a demodragon, they would create a 'Dragon Tail Fleeing Shadow' for Venerable White as a surprise.
It would be a pleasant surprise for Venerable White.
Thinking up to this point, Song Shuhang smiled mysteriously at Senior White and said, "It's a secret, Senior White."
However, just as he said this, Song Shuhang felt that something was wrong. What was there to hide from Senior White about the demodragon? At that time, Venerable White would naturally know when the demodragon appeared!
The only thing he needed to keep a secret from Venerable White was the 'Dragon Tail Fleeing Shadow' for Senior White!
Thereupon, Shuhang coughed and prepared to explain to Venerable White about the 'demodragon'.
"Secret? Alright, I won't ask anymore. "Venerable White chuckled and continued to hold the teacup, taking a sip.
That was awkward.
Anyway, Venerable White would be able to see the demodragon when it appeared. Let's just wait and see.
"Fellow Daoist Shuhang Little Friend, Fellow Daoist Xian Gong, can't you sleep? Do you want to come over and have a cup of tea? "Venerable White invited.
"Sure." Song Shuhang lightly jumped and used the 《Virtuous Man's Ten Thousand Mile Walk》 footwork, jumping over eaves and vaulting over walls. His body was as light as a swallow, and after a few leaps, he landed next to Venerable White.
Then, he sat down, grabbed a big apple, and started gnawing on it. Compared to Scholar Xian Gong's pipe, Senior White's fruits, delicacies, and tea were much more suitable for him.
In the distance, Scholar Xian Gong laughed dryly. He extinguished his pipe and braced himself, following Song Shuhang to Venerable White's side.
Venerable White's movements were gentle. He poured a cup of tea for Shuhang and Scholar Xian Gong, gently placing it on the coffee table.
Afterward, Venerable White picked up his teacup and gently blew on it. Then, he took a small sip of tea with a look of enjoyment on his face.
Song Shuhang took the teacup on the coffee table, blew on it, and took a small sip.
Venerable White's tea wasn't Spirit Green Tea, but it was also a kind of spirit tea. Song Shuhang felt the fragrance of the tea blossoming in his mouth.
Song Shuhang sighed and said, "I feel like I've come back to life."
Scholar Xian Gong also stretched out his hand, preparing to take the teacup.
But suddenly, Scholar Xian Gong's hands stiffened.
A look of joy appeared on his face.
"Something is coming!" Scholar Xian Gong said.
"Is it the target?" Song Shuhang also asked.
"I'm not sure, but this thing is coming for Little Friend's aura. Even if it isn't the target, it is definitely related to the target, "Scholar Xian Gong said.
After saying that, Scholar Xian Gong jumped towards the back of the villa.
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In the back of Jiaojiao's villa, a group of seven figures was approaching the trap that Scholar Xian Gong had arranged.
"That's right, I can already feel that aura."
"It's the aura that has been dyed with the blood and resentment of our companions."
"We must give him the cruelest punishment!"
"Anyone who has been dyed with the blood of our clan is the common enemy of the sea urchin warriors of the world. He can't escape, and his fate is to be killed by us. The powerful sea urchin warriors have no mercy! "
"Not only him, but also his family and everyone related to him. They are destined to die in the hands of us sea urchin warriors!"
"However, if he kneels down and begs for mercy, allowing us to cut off his head, we can spare the lives of his family!"
The seven figures were constantly communicating.
Among them, the most frequent phrases were 'kill your family, kill all your friends and relatives, cut off your head to apologize'.
Soon, the seven figures approached the trap.
Under the moonlight, the seven figures were all wearing black clothes and masks that only revealed their eyes. On top of their heads, there were many black spikes sticking out of the masks. Moreover, their bodies were also covered with black spikes, making them look like hedgehogs.
Sea urchin warriors were fearless!
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