Cultivation Chat Group - Chapter 54

Translator: GodBrandy  Editor: Kurisu

On the other side of the rooftop.

The two martial arts experts were in the midst of a fierce fight. Even the hot sun in the sky could not stop them.

Thinking for a while, Song Shuhang didn’t show up immediately. He waited for the epic battle of the two experts to come to an end. Especially the man, who was clearly prepared to release his ultimate strike—a new Thomas Flare plus a Thomas Flare!

‘Now!’ seizing the chance, Song Shuhang bent forward and greeted the two experts loud and clear, “Hi, nice to meet you!”

“Click…”

The sound came all of a sudden, just like a basin of cold water being poured onto the heads of the two experts in winter.

Especially the man, who felt his heart beating ten times faster than usual, almost jumping out of the chest! He turned his head stiffly and stared towards Song Shuhang.

Then, when he found that the intruder was a frail-looking student rather than the dorm manager, his face turned ferocious and he clenched his fist—any man would turn furious in this situation.

“I know. It’s so exciting to have someone watching you beside when you were fighting, and I heard it. So, don’t thank me, I’m Lei Feng.” Song Shuhang waved enthusiastically. “By the way, remember to lock the rooftop in case the dorm manager will find out what you’ve done here.”

After that, Song Shuhang left the rooftop and went back to his dormitory, leaving behind the two who didn’t know whether they should cry, laugh, or be angry.

‘I’ve done another good deed today… by fulfilling two persons’ wishes at the same time. What a beautiful day.’ Song Shuhang was in a good mood.

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‘Extreme joy begets sorrow’ was an idiom, which was quoted from the Chinese ancient book ❮Huai Nan-zi * Taoism❯: Decline comes right after zenith and extreme joy begets sorrow.

It meant that when a person was at the top of his joy, something that would make him cry and sad suddenly happened to him.

Example: someone won the lottery, which was worth 10 million after deducting the tax. Oh, so happy! Then, an hour later, he got to know that he had got a terminal cancer and was going to die tonight. Oh, so sad! His tears of sadness could almost submerge the world.

Just helping the man and woman on the rooftop, Song Shuhang felt satisfied and happy.

Then, when he opened the door of his dormitory, he saw a woman in a doctor’s uniform sitting on his bed. This was a beautiful, elegant, and well-shaped girl. Her long legs were straight and sexy, and even the ordinary white casual pants she wore couldn’t conceal the beautiful shape of her legs.

Frowning, she turned over the notebook of Shuhang, on which the names of the thirty common medicinal herbs for refining ‘simplified body tempering liquid were recorded.

“Sister Yaya, why did you come to my school?” Unstoppably, sweat was streaming down from Song Shuhang’s forehead.

The woman in a doctor’s uniform was the dear daughter of Song Shuhang’s uncle, Zhao Yaya. When Shuhang went to Jiangnan College for the first time, she accompanied him to the college on behalf of Song Shuhang’s mum. So, she had the key of Song Shuhang’s dormitory and could just swagger inside whenever she wanted.

Zhao Yaya was the girl who Song Shuhang asked for help when he copied the names of the medicinal herbs for refining ‘simplified body tempering liquid’ and tried to find out what they actually were. However, after that, Zhao Yaya didn’t respond to him online. Recently, Song Shuhang was busy with ‘cultivation’ and ‘body tempering liquid’, so he forgot about that.

He didn’t expect that Zhao Yaya didn’t reply him online but came straight to him—did she want to PK the real-world him?

He just met the person who he was not supposed to meet… at the worst time and in the worst place.

So men couldn’t get too happy. Once they did, sadness would come.

Zhao Yaya raised her head, and glanced at Song Shuhang with her beautiful slanted eyes.

Her major was medicine, so she seldom wore any make-up, for cosmetics could affect operations. But, she was still an above-average belle even without any makeup.

And, Song Shuhang just happened to be feeble because of ❮True Self Meditation Scripture❯.

“Pale and feeble, no wonder you would look for such a messy remedy.” Zhao Yaya frowned and closed the notebook, “Shuhang, you cannot just take medicine randomly. The medicine in the formula are all tonics. The effect will be extremely strong if they’re mixed together. Moreover, every medicine has its side effect. You may be poisoned if you take the mixture of these medicines. Taking all these medicines together is simply seeking death! If you get sick, see a doctor!”

At this moment, it was as if ten thousand horses were galloping 1 in Song Shuhang’s mind. He looked pale because the effect of ❮True Self Meditation Scripture❯ had not yet faded. Unexpectedly, his paleness plus the formula of ‘simplified body tempering liquid’ made Zhao Yaya misunderstand him.

He thought he had to explain it now. Otherwise, he could never ever wash himself clean even if he jumped into the Yellow River. If he couldn’t make Zhao Yaya believe him, his mother would definitely come by plane and drag him to a hospital tomorrow!

Oh… maybe it wasn’t a misunderstanding, because he had sought death by taking the ‘body tempering liquid’.

But now, he had to conceal it anyway.

“Ahem, Sister Yaya, it’s not what you think. The formula… is actually…!” Song Shuhang’s mind was running like crazy as he was trying to organize the words.

If Zhao Yaya found out about it before he confirmed the existence of ‘cultivation’, he could just explain to Zhao Yaya that: this was a formula worked out by a group of people suffering from Xianxia Chuuni disease. He was worried that the funny Chuuni patients would die after taking the medicines, so he asked Zhao Yaya to check them.

However, the problem was that the Chuuni patients suddenly changed to ‘high-end, magnificent, and classy’ real cultivators. He would be ashamed to use this answer. After all, he was going to be one of them. He couldn’t categorize himself as a Chuuni patient, right?

“Go ahead, I’m listening.” Zhao Yaya raised her eyebrows and stared at Song Shuhang with her legs crossed. She was too familiar with Song Shuhang. Since they were children, as long as she stared at him like this, she could tell whether Song Shuhang was lying or not.

With this’ superpower’, she always managed to detect Song Shuhang’s lies that he told after he did something wrong. However… she rarely exposed his lies in front of his father and mother.

Otherwise, Song Shuhang would experience woman’s singles, man’s singles, and mixed doubles 2 a lot more when he was a child!

This was one of the reasons why Song Shuhang was so close to Zhao Yaya—she was a good sister who would cover for him.

“Well, actually, recently, I got accidentally added into a chat group. I swear I didn’t know any member of the group at that time.” Song Shuhang knew Zhao Yaya would find out about his lies anyway, so what he could do was to conceal part of the truth. “And then, the group members were quite strange. I guessed maybe they had read too many Xianxia novels.”

It was my guess at that time, but now I’m pretty sure that they’re genuine ‘cultivators’.

“Then, someone in the group published a pill formula, which is the one in your hand. Besides these pill formulas, there were many fantastically-named medicinal herbs that I couldn’t find on the Internet, or even had never heard of.

Even now, I still don’t know what some of these medicinal herbs are, and what effect they have. Anyway, a name like Morning Dew Mysterious Grass is really strange.

I was worried that they would die after they took these medicines, so I took down the names of the medicinal herbs I could find on the Internet and asked you to help me check them. If these medicinal herbs would poison people to death after being mixed in boiled water in a pot, I would try to persuade the members of the group not to take them before I quit the group. That’s it.” Song Shuhang shrugged his shoulders.

Yes, he didn’t tell a lie. That was exactly what he had been thinking and what he had wanted to do.