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Chapter 183: Did I travel to another world?

Translator: Stardu5t Editor: Kurisu

"Had I taken action when the cold qi just started to appear on the surface of the young lady’s body, I might have been to save her. But at this moment, unless I show my divinity in front of the masses and become an Eighth Stage Sage Monarch, there is absolutely nothing I can do to save her," said Cave Lord Snow Wolf earnestly. [1]

Apart from Cave Lord Snow Wolf, there were some others who practiced ice techniques, but it was not their specialization. The only one who specialized in ice techniques was Cave Lord Snow Wolf. He called the shots when it came to ice techniques within the group.

"What is the issue with that cold qi? Is it because there is a problem with an organ within the body?" Probed Song Shuhang. A problem which couldn’t be solved with magic... perhaps we should try the science & technology combo? The Three Stars Fire Controlling Fan was a fine example of the amalgamation of science and cultivation.

"Little Friend Shuhang, are you saying that we should try to perform a surgery to replace an organ? It’s no use. Even her body was sealed in an ice coffin, therefore the cold qi must also have penetrated every inch of her body to the extent that it might have affected her soul. Don’t tell me you can change her entire body and soul?" Cave Lord Snow Wolf mercilessly shattered Song Shuhang’s fantasy.

"Ah, it truly is a tragic story," Song Shuhang sighed— Senior Li Tiansu, don’t blame me, ok? It is beyond my power, there’s nothing I can do! Senior Li Tiansu’s spirit in heaven, please don’t transform into a resentful ghost to haunt me, ok?

As a good person, he had the will but lacked the power to do anything.

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Breakfast—dishes made meticulously by Penniless Thief Sect’s Young Mistress Candy.

As usual, she had the whole hearty giggle going on, but compared to yesterday, she had more energy and vitality today.

Song Shuhang secretly heaved a sigh—if this young lady really became dull-witted, he really wouldn’t know how to deal with her; yet at the same time, she shouldn’t become a housekeeper for the rest of her life.

Before he left, Song Shuhang rushed over to wave goodbye to Doudou and Senior White, saying, "I’m leaving. Doudou, please do not make any trouble!"

Doudou rolled his eyes and turned his head towards Venerable White and said, "Senior White, Song Shuhang was actually making an indirect complaint—even though he told me not to make any trouble, in reality, he was directing it at you."

Venerable White laughed hollowly.

The hand that Song Shuhang was waving with stiffened— Doudou, why are you blatantly revealing the brutal truth!? There are some things that we know in our hearts but should not say out loud! When you spell it out it doesn’t have that good an impact, does it?!

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Jiangnan College Town. Finals have started.

Speaking of diplomas, Jiangnan College’s diploma was really valuable, therefore, the students were all going to try their best.

Before finals, Song Shuhang was also slightly nervous.

That was because he would be reviewing all his homework with all his might on the night before every exam in the past. But last night, he actually went to bed really early. Since this was a deviation from his usual habits, it made him feel kinda uneasy.

After the exam papers have been given out, Song Shuhang was scribbling away furiously…

Subconsciously, he had completed the entire paper.

‘Why does it feel like it was pretty simple?’ Song Shuhang thought. He lifted his head and looked at his surroundings—all other students were still struggling to answer the questions.

Only rustling sounds made by pens scribbling on paper could be heard in the entire examination hall. He lifted his head once again and looked at the clock— heavens, only three minutes had passed.

Just how fast was his hand writing for him to answer all questions and fill the entire examination paper within three minutes?

What should he do now? He could only hand in the paper after half an hour, right?

A moment later, Song Shuhang secretly sighed. He held his pen and pretended to keep writing as he closed his eyes and started practicing the ❮True Self Meditation Scripture❯. Life was short, he shouldn’t waste time doing nothing when it could be spent cultivating instead.

Speaking of the ❮True Self Meditation Scripture❯, after he opened the Heart Aperture and the Eye Aperture, on top of the contract made with the ghost spirit, the image of True Self within his sea of consciousness started to undergo changes again.

However, the True Self did not become more mystical and refined, but instead evolved in an odd direction.

In the space within his consciousness, he could see his True Self was not wearing any clothing on the upper body; all he had was a solemn face and muscles akin to marble. And also… his hair seemed to be shorter?

It doesn’t seem right, I am someone who loves reading, as well as someone who had always admired the free-spirited cultivators with flying swords beneath their feet. But why is the image of my True Self getting stranger and stranger?

Is it because I’ve been reading too little, and so the scholarly aura is lacking? I’ve decided, after the exam ends, I will go to the bookstore to window-read. It’s been a long time since I went there…

Song Shuhang thought to himself.

One session of ❮True Self Meditation Scripture❯ practice took about half an hour, which was just right for him.

Song Shuhang got up, submitted the exam paper, and leisurely left the examination hall.

The female supervisor behind him frowned as she looked at Song Shuhang. Then, she looked at his exam papers densely packed with answers and fell into ponderment.

She had an impression of this candidate… because not long after the exam papers were given out, this candidate did not move at all and just maintained his posture.

When she turned around in the midst of supervising the exam, she saw that he was sleeping with his eyes closed.

When did he write all the answers on the exam paper?

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As for the college english exam in the afternoon, since Song Shuhang already had some experience from before, he slowly answered the questions, dragging it out for about half an hour before submitting the paper. This time he did not catch the attention of the teacher.

He strolled to the other classrooms—Yangde, Gao Moumou, and Tubo were still in the midst of battling, it didn’t seem that they’d be out any time soon.

‘Forget it, I shall go to the rental book store to take a look,’ Song Shuhang thought.

He took the familiar route and found that familiar rental book store.

It was the same road, the same store, as well as the same gentle and beautiful owner.

He hasn’t been there for only a month, yet he felt like it’s been a century. Could it be because he had experienced too much within that one month?

After entering the bookstore, Song Shuhang, akin to a fish in the water, quickly found a couple of informative books related to airplanes. He then crouched in a corner of the bookshelves and started reading.

He was about to take flying lessons with Senior White soon, and although they wouldn't be in danger since Senior White could use his flying sword, it wouldn’t hurt to gather some knowledge first.

At the entrance of the store, the beautiful owner secretly stole a glance at Song Shuhang— this window-reading young man, why did he come again? Wasn’t it the exam period for Jiangnan College Town? He’s not afraid of getting bad exam results?

She knew for a fact that Jiangnan's University allowed to take the make-up test twice, but after failing the exams three times, all there was left was a free ticket back home. Or perhaps this young man was confident he’d pass easily?

But come to think of it, did this young man grow a lot taller? His entire body seemed to have become more slender, and the chubbiness he had a month ago had disappeared. The outline of his body was pleasing to the eyes, just like that of a model.

He became a lot more handsome? The beautiful owner thought to herself, and then returned to reading her book.

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Time flew, it was already evening.

"That fast?" Song Shuhang hurriedly picked two books at random and placed them on the counter for the lady boss to process the rental, and carefreely went home.

Upon returning to the Medicine Master’s multi-storied building, Song Shuhang took out his keys to open the gate, and after he entered, he conveniently left the door on the latch.

After that, he turned his head… What the f*ck? What happened here?!

In front of him was an endless expanse of desert. It was a barren land with no vegetation at all, filled with nothing but yellow sand.

Is there something wrong with my eyesight, or is this an illusion?

Song Shuhang hurriedly squatted down and touched the ground—it really was yellow sand; he could literally feel the fine sand escaping through his fingers! This was not an illusion or a fantasy—this was indeed a desert!

Is it Senior White’s doing? That was the first thought that came to Song Shuhang’s mind—it was completely normal for him to think like that.

"Senior White, Doudou! Are you guys there?" Song Shuhang shouted.

However, apart from the echo of his voice, there were no signs of activity or movement.

After a long time.

Song Shuhang rubbed his forehead. Could it be that it isn’t a prank done by Senior White and Doudou?

...What is happening before my eyes? Did I get transported through space and thrown into a desert?

Or have I… traveled to another world?

Song Shuhang had become more receptive and could easily accept a ‘supernatural’ phenomenon such as this now. Well, that is, actual cultivators have already appeared in his life, so traveling to another world and such was not something impossible.

But in all kinds of novels, before the protagonist travels through space or time, he usually faces some sort of setback causing him to lose all hope, and then suddenly he gets struck by lightning or electrocuted, or even hit by a meteorite—all kinds of methods that supposedly lead to death—before traveling through space or time.

But in Song Shuhang’s case, he was just a young college student studying at Jiangnan College—a rather good college. He just started dabbling into the world of cultivation and his life was just about to unfold with magnificent momentum, so why the hell would he be transported to another world?

Furthermore, all he ever did was just open the gate of Medicine Master’s multi-storied building and enter the yard? He did not get struck by lightning or hit by a meteorite.

Pushing the door and finding yourself in another world, what kind of joke was this?

I don’t want to go to another world... screw it, I’m going back!

Song Shuhang turned and the gate which he entered through was not there. When he turned back around, all he saw was the same vast desert. There was no sign of any gate or door.

Was this some setup to kill him?

What should he do now?

Song Shuhang felt his heart was still doing ok—he could still keep calm and collected.

‘Firstly, I should determine: did I get transported through space to a desert? Or did I travel directly to another dimension or some magical realm? If I simply got transported through space then there should be no problem. If I got transported to another dimension, then I’m really in trouble,’ muttered Song Shuhang.

After that, he took out his phone.

If there was even a bit of signal, it would mean that he was still on earth! If he did not get any signal…

He looked at his phone—there was no signal at all.

"Don’t panic, be calm. Perhaps this is a desert and that’s why the reception is bad. Based on what I’ve read in several novels, if I had traveled to another world, there would definitely be two or three moons in the sky. The sky is still bright, I should wait till it gets darker later… ah, where’s the sky?" Song Shuhang looked up and realized that there was nothing up there, no blue skies or clouds. There was only a black hole-like thing that kept on spinning.

Have I really traveled to another world where the laws of physics are different from ours?

If so, after being transported to another world, what should I do?

Song Shuhang scanned through his phone. At this moment, he was filled with regret—he had deleted all novels were the main character was transported to a different word.

If not for that, he would be able to take a look and see which protagonist got transported to a desert like him—he would then be able to find out what he should do to survive and eventually rise up and conquer the world.

‘Ok, be calm, don’t panic or lose your mind. Think of a way to survive in this desert first,’ Song Shuhang thought.

But… as if he could be calm!

He had traveled to a different world!

He wasn’t dreaming, he indeed traveled to another world. Not just that—he got thrown into a desert with no signs of life!