Cultivation Chat Group - Chapter 2420

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All hidden rewards were treasures, and in most cases, hidden rewards tended to be even more valuable than the ones given openly.

Song Shuhang looked at the three-eyed youth with anticipation while wondering what surprise the senior had in store for him.

As he eagerly awaited the revelation, a slight pang of regret tugged at his heart. In the previous bets with Senior Three-Eyed, the winnings had been precious items that couldn’t be easily divided and rendered the use of the Wealth Throne for distribution impossible.

When he did the math, he realized that he had missed out on several rounds of hidden rewards. It was a loss of a whopping hundred million!

“Is your heart aching?” Senior Three-Eyed asked with a mischievous grin.

“A bit,” Song Shuhang admitted candidly.

“Unfortunately, no matter how much your heart aches, I won’t be able to reimburse you for the hidden rewards from the previous rounds,” Senior Three-Eyed said as he stored away the pocket dimension.

“In that case, I’ll spare myself the heartache,” Song Shuhang responded succinctly. There was no point in regretting missed opportunities when there was no way to rectify them.

Instead of allowing the heartache to torment him, he chose to let it go and allow it to become a thing of the past.

Senior Three-Eyed was left speechless.

This young man was becoming less endearing with each encounter. He was a far cry from the person he had first met. What had he gone through during this period that had hardened his mentality to such an extent?

“Congratulations, Tyrannical Song, on developing a stronger and more resilient mindset,” the elderly butler congratulated him.

Song Shuhang respectfully thanked the old butler and remarked, “A fragile heart becomes stronger after enduring numerous trials.”

Senior Three-Eyed remained silent.

“Senior, what exactly is the hidden reward?” Song Shuhang inquired with anticipation.

“What do you desire?” Senior Three-Eyed replied with a question of his own.

“Perhaps a means of resurrection?” Song Shuhang suggested. Despite having Pavilion Master Chu’s red crystal figurine and the resurrection array prepared by Senior White Two, he felt the need for additional opportunities to resurrect in case he had to face the formidable Fat Ball.

Moreover, a valuable treasure like the Resurrection Array could be passed down to his disciples, making it more practical than any family heirloom.

“Dream on. To revive you, I’d need a resurrection treasure at the ‘peak of the Eighth Stage’ or even ‘Ninth Stage.’ The value of such a reward would far exceed the total worth of the treasures you’ve distributed this time. Do you really think I’m running a charity here?” Senior Three-Eyed rolled his three eyes, which was a challenging feat.

“Senior, haven’t you always been engaged in charity work? The Wealth Throne is one of the most renowned charity events in the multiverse,” Song Shuhang reminded him.

Senior Three-Eyed was rendered speechless.

The eyeball butler nodded with a smile and brought forth a tray of exquisite pastries—treasures of the same caliber as immortal tea, each capable of extending one’s lifespan with a single bite.

“Thank you,” Song Shuhang graciously accepted the pastries and continued, “If obtaining a resurrection method is not feasible, how about obtaining ‘knowledge’ instead?”

Senior Three-Eyed possessed the means to forcibly transfer knowledge and information.

Knowledge had always been a valuable asset, an enduring truth.

“Do you seek the answer to the last ‘Show of Divinity’ discourse?” Senior Three-Eyed inquired.

“No, I desire the ‘Ancient Language Set’!” Song Shuhang declared his objective.

While the answers to the discourses were undoubtedly valuable, they contained a complex amalgamation of knowledge from countless universes and systems. If Song Shuhang had already reached the Ninth Stage Realm, he might have chosen the ‘answer to a discourse’ as a reward to expand his knowledge. However, his current priority was obtaining the Ancient Language Set, a linguistic tool soon to be utilized in the Eighth Stage Realm.

Senior Three-Eyed remained contemplative.

He found today’s conversation with Song Shuhang to be quite taxing. It wasn’t solely because Song Shuhang’s heart had become impervious, but also because of the mask he wore.

This mask concealed Song Shuhang’s expressive face and made it impossible for Senior Three-Eyed to glean answers from his expressions. This hindered their communication and slowed down their interactions.

“Remove your mask so that we can converse more freely,” Senior Three-Eyed suggested.

Song Shuhang extended his hand and stylishly pushed the mask aside. “No, this mask is a gift from Little Sixteen. In the coming days, I won’t take it off, not even for meals or sleep. At most, I’ll reveal half of my face to you, Senior.”

Senior Three-Eyed was left speechless.

On the side, the eyeball butler chimed in, “Fellow Daoist Tyrannical Song, the Ancient Language is a rather unique tongue. You won’t be able to grasp its essence and soul solely through ‘forced information transfer.’ If possible, it would be best for you to learn and master it gradually.”

“Learning the Ancient Language through forced means lacks soul,” Senior Three-Eyed confirmed.
Song Shuhang couldn’t help but sigh.

“I’ve thought of a suitable reward for you,” Senior Three-Eyed finally spoke up.

“Please, do share,” Song Shuhang replied with curiosity.

“While it won’t grant you direct mastery of the Ancient Language, it will significantly enhance your learning efficiency when you study it,” Senior Three-Eyed stated as he made a subtle hand gesture.

The eyeball butler stepped back and returned with a tray containing a crown made of thorns.

The appearance of this item conveyed a sense of pain.

“Speaking of fate, this item is intertwined with yours,” Senior Three-Eyed remarked with a smile.

“Senior, I don’t have a penchant for masochism,” Song Shuhang quipped. While he did possess a high tolerance for pain, he didn’t derive pleasure from it.

“Who said anything about masochism? I meant that this item and your ‘Throne of Endurance’ are part of the same magical tool series. The Throne of Endurance is used to keep those on the brink of death alive, while this Wisdom Crown made of thorns is designed to enhance learning efficiency. When you wear it, even a slacker can become a top student. A top student can ascend to the status of a study god while wearing it,” Senior Three-Eyed explained proudly.

“Senior, your language is remarkably up-to-date,” Song Shuhang remarked.

“Of course, I’ve been keeping an eye on developments in the outside world,” Senior Three-Eyed replied with a hearty laugh. “So, are you satisfied with this treasure?”

“I just want to ask, does it hurt to wear it?” Song Shuhang inquired cautiously.

“Naturally. How could wearing something made of thorns not be painful?” Senior Three-Eyed retorted.

Song Shuhang was left momentarily speechless.

“Do you want it? If you don’t, I’ll keep it,” Senior Three-Eyed offered.

“Yes!” Song Shuhang gritted his teeth. This item was a treasure, and it made for a wonderful gift he could offer to his disciples as an inexperienced teacher.

Once he had mastered the Ancient Language, he could pass this treasure on to his disciples, allowing them to wear the thorny crown and study diligently, day by day.

“Hahaha, I love the way you grit your teeth while reluctantly accepting this treasure,” Senior Three-Eyed laughed and retrieved a piece of paper from his pocket.

“What is it?” Song Shuhang took the paper and examined it.

It was a fifty percent discount coupon.

What on earth was this?