Chapter 142: Su Lin's Second Case of Heart Flutter

Su Lin let his historical projection sleep at home, while he himself spent the whole night on Water Mirror Peak studying the operating procedures; once he had basically gotten the hang of it, Su Lin used this new toy to play around inside the formation on Water Mirror Peak for quite a while.

"Not satisfying enough."

Su Lin entered the password to open his subspace vault, tidied up the previously messily arranged collection, then placed this Unicorn Gundam inside and covered it with a huge curtain.

"Next time I'll find a suitable place to fly it."

The range is too small; it would be great if I could fly it over the city, but for now I shouldn't do that in the native world.

Song Shuhang: "Senior Su Lin, may I ask you for a favor?"

Su Lin, who was just about to head home, found it a little strange — what's going on? Doesn't Song Shuhang have his little hanger-on with him?

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Song Shuhang, who was in his own world, waited for Su Lin's reply with some anxiety.

After discussing it with Senior Bai, he still planned to follow the original destined path. Song Shuhang hadn't expected his future to have so many twists and turns; although he hadn't had time to finish reading that thick book, he roughly already knew what would happen in the near future.

Before beginning to contract his spirit ghost according to the plot, Song Shuhang asked Senior Bai a question: "Is there any way to save Li Tiansu?"

That loose cultivator who had flown his corpse thousands of miles from beyond the heavens to deliver equipment was merely a father trying to save his daughter; he kept venturing deeper into the Mystical Realm to explore, attempting to obtain more resources solely to treat his daughter's cold disease.

Until the very last moment, Li Tiansu was still concerned about his daughter.

Song Shuhang learned that in his future he would become Li Yinzhu's guardian — essentially that girl's adoptive father — but if possible, it would surely be better to have her biological father by her side.

"I'm afraid that would be very difficult." Bai Zunzhe shook his head and said: "According to the description in the book, he was probably already grievously wounded by that Mystical Realm before he fled here; he only escaped by sheer force of will."

"If there were a way to save him, the me in the book would surely have acted."

Song Shuhang felt a little dejected; if even Senior Bai couldn't do it, the seniors in the Jiuzhou Number One Group probably couldn't do much either.

That child Li Yinzhu met her father very few times, spending most of her time asleep; if this was the ending, wasn't it just too pitiful?

Just as Sixteen had said, Song Shuhang was a rare good person.

"Actually there's still one way." King Dou Dou chimed in from the side: "Don't you still have that chat group?"

"See if you can ask the other seniors in the group to act? So many of those people are protagonists!"

"Dou Dou makes a valid point; you might as well try requesting their help." Bai Zunzhe affirmed: "The myriad heavens and worlds are so vast — who knows, there might be a way?"

Bai Zunzhe took out a cloth robe inscribed with a formation, then extended a finger to modify a few spots on the cloth robe, making the formation appear even more perfect.

This was the Five Elements Spirit-Contracting Altar that would be used tonight to have Song Shuhang subdue his spirit ghost.

"Didn't that Purple-Gold Divine Dragon say to look for him if anything came up?" Dou Dou poked Song Shuhang's face: "Who knows, maybe he has some way?"

"Not appropriate." Bai Zunzhe shook his head in negation and said: "Judging from the previous chat records, the Purple-Gold Divine Dragon clearly hasn't recovered to his full glory. I took a look at *Godly Tomb* — it's possible he's still by Chen Nan's side right now, in the state described in the book."

"Actually there's an even better candidate." Bai Zunzhe placed the Five Elements Stones at the five corners of the formation, set the Lightning-Struck Wood at the center of the formation, clapped his hands, and said: "That administrator — based on the descriptions in modern literary works, isn't the God of Light the best candidate for healing-type spells?"

Bai Zunzhe had done quite a bit of research on modern literary works these past two days; at a Zunzhe's speed, he could get through a great many works.

"In fact, in some works, the God of Light can bring the dead back to life."

Song Shuhang's eyes lit up — right, if that administrator was willing to act, that would be great. Through these past two days of casual chatting, Song Shuhang had found that this administrator seemed to be a pretty decent person.

"But this way, Shuhang, you might owe the other party a great favor."

Bai Zunzhe finished placing the various miscellaneous materials representing the Five Elements attributes, each according to its attribute.

The Five Elements Spirit-Contracting Altar — complete.

"As long as Senior Su Lin is willing to act, that's all that matters." Song Shuhang said firmly.

Senior Bai smiled and said: "Then let's try it first; if it really won't work, then I'll go fetch that little girl over."

"At the very least, let Li Tiansu see her."

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Su Lin: "That's all? No problem."

Song Shuhang: "Really?! Thank you, Senior!"

As long as there's still a breath left, there's no one Su Lin, the Holy Light, couldn't save — this wasn't anything major.

Su Lin returned home, told his parents he was stepping out for a bit, and that he'd probably be back around lunchtime.

"It's New Year's, and you're running out early in the morning for what? None of the shops outside are even open." Liu Yumei said, puzzled: "You haven't even had breakfast yet."

"If he wants to go out, let him — the kid's grown, why manage him?" Su Xiangrong scrolled through his phone, reading the news above; after the island nation's toilet got blown up last night, the internet today had exploded. "Eat some fruit before you go — going out on an empty stomach in the morning isn't good."

"The pears you two grow really are quite good."

"I'm heading out." Su Lin picked up a Qixia Fruit, put on his shoes, and walked out the door; after confirming the neighbor across the hall hadn't installed any hallway cameras, he closed the door and vanished on the spot.

【Su Lin requests to come to your world. Do you agree?】

Administrators do not need to use a World-Breaking Talisman.

'Agree!'

The next moment, Su Lin stepped out of the teleportation gate and arrived in the world where Song Shuhang was.

Seeing that besides Song Shuhang there was also a Pekingese and a man in the room, Su Lin was briefly stunned.

Then, his attention was unconsciously drawn to that man — what an ethereal, otherworldly bearing; the more he looked, the more he felt the man's elegance was boundless! Su Lin felt his heartbeat quicken; this man was like a black hole, making it impossible to look away —

*Slap* —

Su Lin gave himself a slap across the face.

He shifted his gaze away from that man in horror — I've been cultivating the Gu Tianwang!

"Bai Zunzhe?!" Su Lin could almost be certain that the person before him was Bai Zunzhe, but he hadn't expected Song Shuhang to summon him over without even trying to hide it.

"Fellow Daoist Su Lin, hello." Bai Zunzhe raised a finger and made a Daoist hand seal toward Su Lin, an embarrassed smile on his face — he had just forgotten to rein it in.

"Hello." Su Lin nodded, then turned his gaze to Song Shuhang, a questioning look in his eyes.

Song Shuhang awkwardly scratched his head and said with a smile: "Before I figured out what was going on with this chat group, I had already told Senior Bai and Dou Dou about it. I had originally thought it was something put together by some other great seniors in the Cultivation Realm."

"Uh, does it need to be kept secret?" Dou Dou asked Su Lin.

"No need to keep it secret," Su Lin said — as long as you trust the person, there's nothing to keep secret; after all, the chat group can't be snatched away.

Su Lin glanced out the window — was it already night on this side?

"There's no time to lose. Song Shuhang, begin preparing to contract the spirit ghost."

Su Lin's projection of history sprouted six wings of light from his back, the contours of his face began to shift subtly, and his eyes turned a white-gold hue. For a moment, the room blazed with radiance.

"Don't rush." Bai Zunzhe spoke up to stop him, and said with a smile to Su Lin, "Fellow Daoist Su Lin, your yang qi is far too heavy. Please restrain yourself first."

Contracting a spirit ghost requires the moment when yin qi is at its heaviest, and if Fellow Daoist Su Lin stays here any longer, the spirit ghost will probably dissolve the moment it comes out.

Su Lin had no choice but to dim his own brightness to the lowest setting.

End of chapter.