Cultivation Chat Group Chapter 1982 - Terminally ill

Chapter 1982: Terminally ill

Translator: GodBrandy

The Heavenly Emperor went silent for a while.
She honestly did not know how to reply to Song Shuhang. If there really was a person known as Xingtian in this world, they would definitely crawl out from the depths of hell to slap Song Shuhang a couple of times.
Nipple-eye?What the hell is that even supposed to mean?
The black Scarlet Heaven Sword, who was strapped to Sixteen’s back, said, “Shuhang, when you said that Xingtian had nipple for eyes, did you stop to consider that the Heavenly Emperor just asked you if you knew about their story?'”
Since Song Shuhang did not have a waist at this moment, it could not hang behind his back, causing it to temporarily move elsewhere.!!
Scarlet Heaven Sword continued, “Perhaps she does have a companion or subordinate named Xingtian who also has nipples for eyes. And if they managed to live from the ancient era to the present era, you should be able to infer the other party’s strength even if you were to use your toes to think… No, wait. You don’t have any toes right now.”
Song Shuhang: “…”
I think with my head, not my toes!
He then turned to look at the Heavenly Emperor.
The Heavenly Emperor replied decisively, “I don’t have any companion named Xingtian.”
Even if there was one, she definitely would not humiliate her poor companion by confessing that she did.
“In short, if you, the middleman, succeed in furthering the trade between me and the scholarly faction, I will reward you with a decent body that can be used for daily activities.” The Heavenly Emperor crossed her arms before her chest and looked at Song Shuhang again. Afterward, she said, “Or perhaps you don’t want a body just yet. It does feel good to be held in someone else’s arms, doesn’t it?”
Song Shuhang: “…”
To be honest, it does feel quite good.
However, he was soon going to head to the Beast Realm’s Garre Holy Mountain to obtain the final chapter of the ❮Holy Ape Dragon Power Technique❯. He needed a body to do that, as Sixteen couldn’t hold his head and run to the Garre Holy Mountain to participate in the trials alongside him.
Sixteen thought for a moment, then asked, “What does that temporary body have to do with Xingtian?”
The Heavenly Emperor said slowly, “I have a special wood monster’s body on me that lost its head in a battle. Later on, its head never grew again.”
When it came to plant-type monsters, as long as their roots were still intact, they could recover even if their upper body was cut off. An example of this was Lady Onion; her onion sprouts and upper body had withered numerous times, and they had also been sliced numerous times. Despite all of that, she was still alive and well.
This plant-type monster was the only one of its kind that the Heavenly Emperor had seen permanently losing its head in such a way.
“Anyway, after it lost its head, it also lost the ability to think, becoming no different from a normal plant. With it being so suitable to be refined into a puppet given the state it was in, I was tempted to do so at first. But eventually, I just ended up just planting it,” the Heavenly Emperor continued. “Not long ago, when I went to my treasury to collect some treasures, I discovered that it had undergone some changes. It now has eyes where its nipples should have been, and it can accept some simple orders. Also, its body can conduct energy rather decently.”
“Isn’t that exactly the same as that nipple-eye Xingtian in legends!” Song Shuhang couldn’t help but say out loud.
“It’s just an ordinary tree monster,” the Heavenly Emperor said. “Also, its current state is perfect for you. As long as you place your head on its body, the two of you can complement each other.”
One only had a body and no ability to think, while the other only had a head and did not have the ability to move.
It was a perfect match.
“Alright, I’ll help you contact the leaders of the scholarly faction,” Song Shuhang said.
“Okay, when you guys are ready, I’ll come over to proceed with the deal,” said the Heavenly Emperor.
Then, she stepped back. A spatial gate appeared right behind her, swallowing her body.
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The Heavenly Emperor retreated into a small independent space.
This space floated amidst spatial tears and did not have fixed coordinates.
After she entered it, the smile on her face disappeared.
In this space, a variety of magical treasures and strange treasures were gathered.
Among them, there was a headless humanoid plant planted in a flower bed. The humanoid plant had branches covered in leaves, each bearing a fist-sized purple fruit.
“It’s said that the worst illness sentient beings can contract is ‘hope’, especially if they have to put faith in other people. At that point, they are already terminally ill.” The Heavenly Emperor sat on the edge of the flower bed with her slender legs crossed, leaning back as she looked at the headless humanoid plant. “And I’m quite deeply ill.”
Hope really was scary stuff.
It could drive sentient beings to do things beyond their imagination.
“The key to breaking fate…” Her gaze peered through space and looked at Song Shuhang.
She paused for a moment. Then, her eyes moved past Song Shuhang and settled on the black-skinned Soft Feather as she nodded to herself.
She was the key.
The black-skinned Soft Feather, or rather, her main body, was the key to breaking her fate.
This was the result of her calculations, calculations that went through countless complicated steps and boundless arrays of data.
Mathematics had always been the Heavenly Emperor’s pride.
From her current experience, she kept on getting the feeling that Tyrannical Song was the key to her breaking the game, although it was more likely that Tyrannical Song just played a transitional role.
However, if she wanted to use Soft Feather to tear up her destiny, Tyrannical Song was needed.
The result obtained by the Heavenly Emperor through countless calculations was that in order to borrow Soft Feather’s power, she needed two secondary keys. One was her father, Venerable Spirit Butterfly, and the other was Tyrannical Song.
In short, Tyrannical Song could not be ignored.
Her gaze, through the space, continued to follow Song Shuhang and the black-skinned Soft Feather.
At this time, Song Shuhang called True Monarch Eternal Fire with the help of Sixteen and asked him to come to the Inner Demon Cave to discuss the situation.
“Senior Song, here, have this note.” The black-skinned Soft Feather handed the note left by the Ruler of Shadows over to Song Shuhang.
One glance at the note immediately rent his flesh.
Song Shuhang sighed, opened the Inner World, and transferred the note inside.
“By the way, Senior Song, can you perform the ❮Saber-Nurturing Technique❯ in your current state?” the black-skinned Soft Feather asked all of a sudden.
Song Shuhang did not know whether to laugh or cry. “I definitely can’t use it. I only have a head left, so I can’t possibly use my tongue to perform the ❮Saber-Nurturing Technique❯, can I?”
The black-skinned Soft Feather smiled and said, “I feel like Senior Scarlet Heaven Sword wouldn’t mind that.”
“No, I do mind,” said the black Scarlet Heaven Sword. It did not want to be licked by Song Shuhang.
The black-skinned Soft Feather was taken aback. “I thought that Senior Scarlet Heaven Sword wouldn’t mind it, because I wouldn’t mind.”
After saying that, she stretched out her arm and extended it toward Song Shuhang. “Senior Song, would you like to use your tongue to test the ❮Saber-Nurturing Technique❯ on me?”
One of Song Shuhang’s eyelids twitched.
Although the black-skinned Soft Feather was well-behaved and gentle, she was still an inner demon.