Cultivation Chat Group (Web Novel)
chapter-2234-05122225

The black-skinned Soft Feather said enthusiastically, "Give me a minute, I can use an app to fix his bones."

The body of the cultivator who had been knocked into the air by the food truck slightly convulsed when he heard what she said.

She's going to use an app to fix my bones?

Did I hear wrong?

Or could it be some advanced healing magical treasure that has its own app?

The black-skinned Soft Feather added, "Hmm... After fixing his bones, I'll also polish his skin and adjust the brightness on the X-ray film so that the light in the film looks softer and does not hurt the eyes of those who look at it."

The cultivator who had been knocked into the air: "!!!"

Fairy, are you a demon?

The black Scarlet Heaven Sword exclaimed loudly, "Beautiful job, Butterfly Song White Creation Yellow Trigram Lychee Six Dou Phoenix. You're finally starting to look like a proper inner demon."

Ever since it got to know her, today was the day that the black-skinned Soft Feather resembled an inner demon the most.

The cultivator who had been knocked into the air could not handle it any longer; his eyes rolled as he fainted on the spot.

Is this my inner demon?

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"Did he just pass out? This cultivator's mental endurance is so weak," the black Scarlet Heaven Sword commented, feeling rather surprised at how weak this cultivator's mind was. "It's a lot worse than Song Shuhang."

Senior White, who was opening the door of the dining car, slightly paused. He was currently acting as Song Shuhang, so should he say a few words?

The black-skinned Soft Feather reminded them, "Senior Song's endurance cannot be used as a reference for ordinary cultivators. After all, one is a professional and the other is an amateur. The two are simply not on the same level."

Her words made a lot of sense, and Senior White, who wanted to refute Scarlet Heaven Sword's words for Shuhang's sake, found himself with nothing to say.

Pavilion Master Chu's strand of hair was speechless.

Are you guys not really going to save this poor cultivator who just got steamrolled by a vehicle?

Senior White entered the dining car and brought out the immortal dishes he ordered from Immortal Fairy Bie Xue.

There were ten carriages in total, and only one immortal dish was placed in each carriage.

Senior White said, "Next time, we should design a small food truck for Immortal Fairy Bie Xue."

He then took out another dining table and neatly arranged the immortal dishes.

The black Scarlet Heaven Sword asked, "What should we do with this cultivator? Should we wake him up?"

"I'll wake him up. As long as I make a hand seal, this dining car will turn around and return to the Immortal Fairy Bie Xue's immortal cave. You guys can place this fellow daoist on the path of the dining car, and when the dining car heads back, he should wake up soon enough," suggested Senior White.

"Great idea!" the black-skinned Soft Feather said. "I'll look for somewhere on the path back to place him."

"Cough, cough, cough!" The cultivator began coughing violently. His strong desire to survive had brought him back to consciousness.

If he did not wake up, he might really just end up dying.

Since when did people wake others up by placing them on the path of a speedily moving vehicle?!

Senior White clapped his hands lightly.

In the next moment, the train-style dining car began rumbling. Then, it passed by the injured patient and headed back to Immortal Fairy Bie Xue's immortal cave.

The injured cultivator broke out in a cold sweat.

The black Scarlet Heaven Sword said judgingly, "His mental strength is too poor."

As a qualified inner demon, its goal was to break down the hearts of normal cultivators and allow for little inner demons to be born within them.

"Tell me, who are you, and why are you following me?" Senior White sat at the head of the table.

The virtuous lamia put a table napkin beside him; she was responsible for opening the immortal dish lunch boxes.

As for Fairy Creation, she was responsible for feeding Senior White.

And as for the black-skinned Soft Feather, she was responsible for serving the tea.

Senior White did not even need to move his hands. The tacit understanding between him, Fairy Creation, the virtuous lamia, and the black-skinned Soft Feather was incomparable. When he wanted to eat or drink, he did not even need to issue a single instruction as what he wanted would immediately come.

"I feel that Shuhang will definitely be turned into a spoiled brat in the future." Pavilion Master Chu's strand of hair sighed.

These three fairies could attack and defend, sing and dance, snatch lines and poses, and now they could even feed and serve tea.

With that being the case, what was the point of Song Shuhang's existence?

What else did Song Shuhang need to do?

On the ground, the injured cultivator gulped.

"Are you not going to speak?" Senior White looked down majestically at the injured cultivator, his left eye imitating a dazzling light.

"Wait... wait a minute, Senior Tyrannical Song! Please show me some mercy! No, no, no, wait, don't show me mercy." The wounded cultivator revealed a sorrowful expression. "I am not that unwilling to speak, and there is nothing that I cannot say. I am just an ordinary loose cultivator, and sometimes I work part-time as an intelligence officer to earn some extra money."

"Someone wants to buy my information?" Senior White tapped his fingers on the table and asked, "Who is it?"

"I do not know much about the buyer. In the business of buying and selling information, the buyer generally hides their identity, and sometimes they even issue tasks through an intermediary. My mission was to merely provide your coordinates, Senior Tyrannical Song, and then I would receive a lot of spiritual stones." The wounded cultivator smiled bitterly. "I was so blinded by money that I did not even think twice before following you, Senior Tyrannical Song."

As soon as he finished speaking, Pavilion Master Chu's strand of hair curled up. "He's not telling the truth!"

The injured cultivator said urgently, "Fairy, you're mistaken. I have already said everything I know. Really!"

The black Scarlet Heaven Sword suggested, "Let's just use the mind-reading technique, or directly extract his memories."

At this time, the black-skinned Soft Feather raised her hand again and said, "Seniors, I have a plan. Why don't you let me try it?"

Senior White glanced at her. He then nodded and said, "Sure, we're not too pressed for time anyway."

The black-skinned Soft Feather smiled and walked towards the wounded cultivator.

When the wounded cultivator saw her approaching him, his heart started beating faster.

He badly wanted to escape.

But at this moment, the strand of hair in the sleeve of Profound Sage Tyrannical Song was pointing at him, and his body was as if petrified, unable to move.

After the black-skinned Soft Feather reached the injured cultivator, she opened the contact list in Senior White's mobile phone and dialed a senior's number.

"Eh, Senior, why did you think of calling me today? What can I do for you?" A hearty laugh came from the phone.

"Senior Creation, it's me, Soft Feather." The black-skinned Soft Feather continued, "Senior, did you come up with any new songs recently, maybe one that is similar to the ❮Seven Deaths Song❯?"

Dharma King Creation laughed and said, "Yes, of course! I just wrote a new song the day before yesterday called ❮Killing the Nine Heavens Again❯. I just finished recording it today."

The black-skinned Soft Feather asked cutely, "Senior, can you sing it for me?"

"No problem. Wait for me for a moment, I'll go get my instruments..." Dharma King Creation agreed without hesitation. He was so happy that he even ignored the fact that the other party was the black-skinned Soft Feather.

After a while, piano music could be heard coming from the phone.

The black-skinned Soft Feather moved her hands in a flurry. She took out a headset cable that she had prepared earlier and plugged it into the phone.

Next, she put the earphones into the ears of the wounded cultivator.

Behind her, the black Scarlet Heaven Sword was dumbfounded. The black-skinned Soft Feather today was pure evil.