Chapter 2511: The Resounding Name Of Tyrannical Song!
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“How are we going to explain this to our relatives and friends?” Papa Song furrowed his brow.
To be honest, when it came to the concept of ‘cultivation,’ he wouldn’t have believed it at all if his wife weren’t there to witness it with him. It had been quite a challenge for both of them to grasp, let alone their relatives and friends.
And there was another matter… it was their hard-earned house, finally free from the burden of the loan!
Song Shuhang flashed a smile. “That should be relatively easy. We just need to come up with a reason that aligns with the unusual changes happening in the outside world.’
Soft Feather chimed in, “For instance, if there are significant upheavals in the outside world, it could pose great dangers. But lucky for us, we have a national-level sanctuary at our disposal, a safe haven to seek refuge.” Mama Song furrowed her brow and inquired, “How many people are allowed
“Is it genuinely perilous outside?” Papa Song asked simultaneously.
Song Shuhang reassured them, “The exact quota isn’t determined yet, but it’s certainly limited. Let’s try to keep it as compact as possible… After all, the Golden Lotus World belongs to the Confucian faction. But don’t fret, I’ll arrange for the first group to enter this Confucian Golden Lotus World. As for the second group, I’ll find a way to make arrangements. We’ll prioritize the first group based on their closeness to us. Later on, we’ll come out and organize the second batch.”
Every individual had their own circle of relatives and friends, and those relatives and friends had their own networks as well. This made it quite challenging to orchestrate such a plan flawlessly. Song Shuhang couldn’t possibly usher in a massive crowd of people into the Golden Lotus World. Hence, he could only start with a select group of close friends and relatives.
Once that was settled, he would need to wait for his Inner World to synchronize with the ‘Nian-Made Small World.’
Should his realm advance one more step and complete the development of the Man-Made Small World, he would be able to arrange for all his friends and family, regardless of the number.
Once his parents were settled, he would adjust his condition and progress further!
Only by elevating his realm and strengthening himself could he truly integrate with the Man-Made Small World.
Only when his fists were powerful enough would he be qualified to pursue his own ambitions and follow his chosen path.
This lifetime would not have been in vain!
“In addition, I can’t say for certain whether there will be danger in the outside world. However, one thing is clear: regardless of Earth’s fate, if you both continue to stay in Wenzhou City, you will undoubtedly be in harm’s way,” Song Shuhang stated earnestly.
“Why?” Papa Song looked bewildered.
“Because of me, of course,” Song Shuhang pointed at himself. “As I mentioned,
I’ve gained some recognition in the world of cultivators. In the near future, numerous big shots will come to challenge me. During this period, there’s a high chance you’ll get caught up in it.”
Mama Song was rendered speechless.
Papa Song nodded. “l understand what you mean. I’ll select the first group of relatives and friends and discuss it with them. I’ll try to come up with a reason that they’ll find acceptable.”
Soft Feather’s ‘refuge reason’ would likely incite panic among her friends and family, so it wasn’t suitable. Papa Song would have to think of a milder explanation, one that wouldn’t cause anxiety among his friends and relatives, while still bringing a group of his closest friends and relatives into the Confucian faction.
“For those relatives and friends who are relatively distant, we can offer door m to-door service,” Song Shuhang added.
“Alright, I’ll talk it over with your mother,” Papa Song said. He took out his phone and began swiping through it.
This decision wasn’t an easy one.
Mama Song furrowed her brow and contemplated while searching for suitable candidates.
While Papa Song and Mama Song were deep in thought, Song Shuhang took the opportunity to cast a spell and create numerous white lotus flowers while distributing them to Sixteen, Soft Feather, the virtuous lamia, and Fairy Creation.
“How many days are we staying here?” Pavilion Master Chu asked while appearing somewhat dazed.
Song Shuhang stood up and walked to the window. He gazed at the outside world and replied, “Three to four days should suffice.”
“Senior Song, should we go and deal with Evil Wang now?” Soft Feather held a white lotus in each hand, raised her head, and inquired. “What’s Evil Wang?” Mama Song asked with a sharp tone.
The name sounded dangerous.
“Hmm, a small menace? Or perhaps an ingredient?” Song Shuhang responded.
Mama Song was confused.
Su Clan’s Sixteen elucidated with a smile, “Evil and delusional entities are malevolent beings that can harm ordinary people. It’s easier to deal with them while they’re still weak.”
“Could it be dangerous?” Mama Song expressed some concern.
Song Shuhang patted his chest. “Mom, don’t worry. Compared to them, your son is in even greater danger.”
Mama Song was left speechless.
As they conversed, a phone began to ring.
Song Shuhang turned his head and saw Papa Songs phone.
“Is Dad already contacting people?” Song Shuhang inquired.
“No, it’s an unknown number. Could it be someone still trying to sell their products at this hour? They’re certainly dedicated,” Papa Song remarked with a smile as he answered the call.
“Hello, is this Mr. Song?” A gentle female voice emanated from the phone. The voice sounded practiced, designed to create a positive impression.
“And who might you be?” Papa Song asked.
“We are responsible for conducting tests on expectant mothers who are pregnant this year. Is your wife at home today? If it’s convenient, we can send a professional over to check on your wife and register the child’s information,” the gentle woman replied.
Ah, that’s what it was. The morning news on television had mentioned this.
“I’m at home. You can come over anytime,” Papa Song said. Then, he suddenly looked at Song Shuhang and asked, “Shuhang, do you want to get tested as well?”
“No, my situation is a bit special. Actually, I’m not pregnant. I can’t explain it clearly at the moment. Once you and Mom calm down, I’ll explain the cause and effect to you in detail.” Song Shuhang waved his hand.
He wasn’t actually pregnant; it was just an exaggeration.
“Alright, then our professionals will be at your house soon. Please be prepared,” the gentle woman said.
Song Shuhang looked out the window and scanned the area with his divine sense.
Sure enough, about a kilometer away, a medical vehicle started to move and
headed toward Song Shuhang’s house.
The reason Song Shuhang was so sure about this car was that two out of the three professionals in the vehicle possessed ‘spiritual energy’ and were low-level cultivators.
As expected, China had already made arrangements for the world’s metamorphosis.
After a moment of contemplation, Song Shuhang faintly smiled, took out Sixteen’s mask, and put it on.
“What are you doing?” Papa Song asked.
“This mask…” Song Shuhang said with a smile. “To avoid startling the youngsters in the cultivation world, I think it’s best if I wear a mask.” “You’re just fooling around. You’re even scarier when you wear a mask, you know?” Papa Song didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
At this moment, Papa Song and Mama Song had no inkling of how terrifying their son, Tyrannical Song, was in the world of cultivation..
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