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She had completely underestimated Song Shuhang’s ability to seek death and didn’t expect him to go as far as to throw his head at the enemy.

Because of how unexpected it was, she was unable to react.

In the next moment, Pavilion Master Chu’s three-meter-long strand of hair pierced the phantom’s body like a blade. This attack method reminded one of a nasty switchblade. Just as the handle, or head in this case, was about to reach the enemy, the blade popped out, leaving the enemy no way to avoid the attack.

A single drop of blood, or even a strand of hair, of an Immortal possessed the power to move seas and set rivers ablaze.

Moreover, Pavilion Master Chu’s strand of hair was even more insidious as her main body specialized in using her hair for offensive means.

“Heh, have a taste of my strand of hair!” said Song Shuhang while attacking.

His head began rolling in the air, and it looked as if he were “headbanging.”

Song Shuhang had never done it in the past, but he knew a little trick that helped him.

He just had to move his head as if he were writing in the air. As a result, his hair began moving around as if he were headbanging.

It was just that simple.

After getting pierced a few times, the phantom was cut into numerous pieces. Under Pavilion Master Chu’s Immortal aura, the shadow was completely obliterated.

This was the power of the hair of an Immortal. Shuhang kind of got addicted to it, which made him want to use it again. Even knowing that he was seeking death, he could not help but wish to use this move again in the future.

Song Shuhang stopped moving his head. Pavilion Master Chu’s strand of hair lost its influx of spiritual energy and softened.

Shuhang threw it behind his head and said, “It’s your honor to die by an Immortal’s hair!”

Song Shuhang spoke in a calm voice. Since he could not perfectly imitate the voice of Demon Emperor Hezhi, he simply said less. As long as the enemy did not recognize him, he was okay with it.

“I can’t bear watching this anymore.” The black-skinned Soft Feather covered her face with her hands.

“I think it’s fine,” Sister White Dragon said slowly. “Although this move seems absurd, it’s actually very practical. While his enemies are given the impression that he’s planning to headbutt them, he’s actually going to kill them with that strand of hair. Moreover, this is the best way to make use of this otherwise useless strand of hair.”

Sister White Dragon spoke very slowly. This was because she really had a hard time making up this bullsh*t.

She needed to rack her brain hard to come up with a “reasonable” explanation.

After Sister White Dragon spoke, everyone grew silent.

Song Shuhang’s head was still. He knew that he would have to face Pavilion Master Chu’s anger next.

Soft Feather once said that they were all adults, so they had to bear the consequence of their actions.

Song Shuhang was not afraid to bear the consequences of his actions, but he tried his best to control the degree to which he sought death.

“Hehehehe,” Pavilion Master Chu’s strand of hair chuckled. “It’s your honor to die by an Immortal’s hair… I like this line.”

Eh? Pavilion Master Chu’s not angry, and she even praised me…

Song Shuhang felt relieved. “Hahaha, Senior Chu, do you feel the same? I’ve been thinking of that line for a long time, but I’m still surprised that I said it out loud.”

Pavilion Master Chu said calmly, “Mm-hm, how about I give you that honor as well?”

“Huh?” Song Shuhang shouted, “Wait, Senior Chu… Aahhh!”

Pavilion Master Chu’s hair wrapped around his neck, and then tightened

The power of an Immortal’s hair, even a single strand of it, was enough to split mountains and seas!

When his neck was caught in a grip, Song Shuhang seemed to see his grandfather riding a crane toward the west, smiling at him.

I’m going to die, I’m going to die, I’m going to die…

Sister White Dragon asked just in case, “Do you want me to record this part too?”

Song Shuhang’s wooden body waved his hands vigorously. Cut… cut off this part!

He regretted his actions a lot now.

In addition, he regretted having regrown his neck so quickly.

If his neck was absent, then Pavilion Master Chu would have no way of strangling him!

“Any last words?” Pavilion Master Chu’s voice rang in his ears.

Yes… I want to live another five hundred years!

Of course, Song Shuhang only thought about this line and did not say it out loud. He did not want to continue seeking death. What if Pavilion Master Chu got annoyed and really strangled him to death?

He did not want to waste a precious resurrection opportunity on something silly like this!

“None, right?” Pavilion Master Chu’s long hair tightened again.

I must teach Song Shuhang a lesson this time. At the very least, I must let him experience how it feels to suffocate to death.

“Ahem,” said Song Shuhang with difficulty, “Senior Chu, um, are you a little happier now?”

Pavilion Master Chu asked in puzzlement, “What?”

“Ever since you entered Garre Holy Mountain, you’ve been looking downcast. So, I wanted to make you a bit happier,” Song Shuhang continued. “Now, it seems that you’re a bit more lively.”

“Me? Downcast?” Pavilion Master Chu was taken aback.

When did this happen? Why don’t I know that I’ve been feeling down?

But…

Did that mean that Song Shuhang used her hair to pierce the phantom in order to cheer her up? Did he direct the scene earlier to change her mood?

At times, he was simply seeking death; but at other times, he seemed to be carefully paying attention to the mood of the people around him.

You would not even know if he was simply seeking death or pretending to do so to conceal his care for you.

This kind of personality…

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Pavilion Master Chu slowly loosened her grip on Song Shuhang’s neck.

She could not help but feel a little moved.

She thought of that guy with the same surname who also sought death very regularly.

Song Shuhang let out a breath of relief after feeling the grip on his neck loosen.

I’m so clever! I actually managed to come up with this life-saving plan. Song Shuhang gave himself a pat on the back for his wit.

In addition, to prevent his “honest face” from disclosing the truth, he tried his best to keep grimacing.

A serious or deadpan expression did not suit him, and only an expression of pain could help him with this disguise.

Sister White Dragon also seemed to fall into thought and said nothing.

The black-skinned Soft Feather simply blinked her eyes.

Although she did not have the ability to read faces, she knew that Senior Song was definitely talking nonsense.

“Shuhang,” Sixteen pointed at the stone tablet, “what should we do with this stone tablet?”

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“Let’s store it somewhere for now.” Song Shuhang rubbed his neck.

He did not want to experience how it felt to suffocate to death a second time as he still needed to get used to it.

Song Shuhang approached the stone tablet.

His hair turned into hands, and he prepared to use the method Senior White Two taught him to store away the stone tablet.

However, when he pressed his hands on the stone tablet and tried to store it inside his body like a normal magical treasure, the tablet began to resist.

It refused to enter Song Shuhang’s body.

Song Shuhang was slightly taken aback.

Then, he turned his head to look at the wooden body.

Although he had been using the summoning technique the entire time, it was actually his wooden body that had been performing the hand signs.