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Chapter 2280 Head Pats

Now, whenever he encountered something strange, he couldn\'t help but lean towards the topic of \'is it delicious?\' If even heavenly tribulations could be eaten, why couldn\'t other things be?

After bidding farewell to the Treasured Saber Broken Tyrant, Song Shuhang quietly returned to the dormitory from the balcony and comfortably lay on the bed to rest for a while.

"Hey!" At this moment, the headless Lady Onion suddenly leaped up from the bed and kicked Song Shuhang\'s face with her slender feet.

Song Shuhang glanced at her from the corner of his eye but remained indifferent.

Sometimes, indifference could be the most hurtful.

Lady Onion kicked Song Shuhang\'s face with all her might, and then... She squatted down in pain and let out a soft cry of pain.

Both physically and psychologically, Lady Onion was hurting.

Song Shuhang asked via telepathy, "What got into you?"

"Where did you send my green onion sprouts?" Lady Onion waved her small fists and said.

"Eh? Did you notice?" Song Shuhang was slightly stunned. He had avoided Lady Onion.

"The hamster told me." Lady Onion couldn\'t take it anymore, so she fiercely and gently kicked Song Shuhang\'s face. She didn\'t dare to use too much force, as she would be the one getting injured if she did.

Song Shuhang was speechless.

One day, he would skewer that hamster through its heart.

Due to the incident near Jiangnan University, his three friends stayed in the dormitory tonight, playing games and chatting.

He hadn\'t experienced such simple happiness in a long time, allowed Song Shuhang to relax both physically and mentally.

At 10 PM, Qing Wu turned invisible and appeared on the balcony while waving at Song Shuhang.

After Song Shuhang sensed her presence, he excused himself to get up and go to the balcony to open the window.

"Did something happen? Did Evil Wang appear?" Song Shuhang asked softly.

"No, Evil Wang have not appeared," Qing Wu shook her branch. "But it\'s already 10 o\'clock, and it\'s time for Gao Moumou and the others to sleep."

Song Shuhang was confused

He looked at the time.

It was 10 o\'clock sharp.

That\'s right, it was 10 o\'clock. It was the time when he and his roommates were most awake and lively.

How strict was this schedule?

"Going to bed early and getting up early is good for your health," Qing Wu reminded him. Besides, this was also the time when she needed to absorb the moonlight essence.

Therefore, every 10 o\'clock, she would release a special fragrance to encourage her three roommates to sleep early.

Song Shuhang turned around and looked at his three roommates speechlessly.

Sleeping early and waking up early is good for your health.

"Go ahead." Song Shuhang nodded.

Hence, Qing Wu quietly entered the room and began to release her fragrance.

"Eh? Is it that time again?" Gao Moumou scratched his head, feeling sleepy.

Over the past two months, the three of them had developed a good habit—they would involuntarily feel sleepy every 10 o\'clock. They slept like logs through the night.

Not long after, the three friends finished their activities.

They yawned, washed up, and went to bed.

The monster willow Qing Wu waved her branch at Song Shuhang with satisfaction and quietly left.

Song Shuhang returned to the dormitory and looked at his bed. The headless Lady Onion was also asleep.

The dormitory fell silent.

Song Shuhang felt a little uncomfortable.

A moment later, he stood up and walked to Gao Moumou\'s bed and stretched his hand out to gently touch Gao Moumou\'s head.

He didn\'t have a habit of patting people\'s heads.

The reason for doing this was because there was an important thing he needed to verify.

It went on for a while.

"Goodness, this won\'t do. I have no idea how to test it at all," Seventh Stage Venerable Song sighed.

As a Seventh Stage Venerable, he didn\'t even know about such a small matter. He felt guilty.

"I have no choice but to try something else," Song Shuhang\'s right glove opened and revealed his fingertips.

The secret appraisal technique was activated.

The cost was paid.

The cost of appraising Gao Moumou was really insignificant. A small scratch appeared on Song Shuhang\'s finger. It was the kind that didn\'t even break the skin.

This meant that Gao Moumou was only worth this much.

At the same time, the appraisal results were sent back to his mind.

"Gao Moumou, male, Jiangnan University student. [Cultivation aptitude: Weak] [Remark 1: He has completely missed the golden age for cultivation. His vital yang has been drained, and his cultivation aptitude is weak.] [Remark 2: Unless he defies the heavens and changes his fate, it will be difficult for him to break through to the First Stage Realm in his lifetime.]"

Song Shuhang was speechless.

In other words, even if Gao Moumou was given a top-notch cultivation technique and resources, he would at most reach the First Stage Realm. The path of cultivation was merciless in this regard.

As for defying the heavens and changing fate, not even Immortals could do it. Unless... Heavenly Dao intervened! It was just like how Senior White Two had used the power of Heavenly Dao to draw a Golden Core dragon pattern for him.

However, the current Heavenly Axiom would be lucky if it didn\'t crush this little squirrel to death. How could it change the fate of his friend?

Song Shuhang withdrew his hand and went to Tubo and Li Yangde\'s sides while using the secret appraisal technique to check their aptitudes.

"Lin Tubo, male, Jiangnan University student, not a virgin. [Cultivation Aptitude: Poor.] Note: Same as above."

Song Shuhang was speechless.

Tubo was actually in a worse state than Gao Moumou. His cultivation aptitude was \'poor.\'

"Li Yangde, male, Jiangnan University student, not a virgin. [Cultivation Aptitude: Medium to Weak] Note: Same as above."

Song Shuhang was speechless.

The three roommates in the dormitory were all in the categories of \'poor,\' \'weak,\' and \'medium to weak\' aptitude.

If there was another category like \'strong and weak,\' would it just take up all the \'weak cultivation talent\'?

Weak, weak, weak.

After thinking about this word repeatedly, Song Shuhang suddenly realized that he couldn\'t recognize the word \'weak\' anymore.

"What are you doing?" Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet asked.

"I\'m testing the cultivation aptitude of my roommates. Although they missed the golden age of cultivation, I still hope that they have some cultivation talent. Then, I can help them. After all, I\'m more or less a Venerable now," Song Shuhang sighed.

Unless he had the authority of Heavenly Dao and could help them... Even his own parents and the people he valued had changed their fates.

At this stage, he was powerless.

"They missed the golden age of cultivation, so there\'s no possibility of them cultivating. From ancient times until now, I have seen so many cultivators. Those who truly became great started cultivating from a young age. If they only started cultivating after becoming adults, they would be dreaming if they wanted to achieve anything," Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet said.

Song Shuhang was speechless.

"Stone Stele, No. Tyrannical Song only started cultivating this year," the demonic hamster\'s voice rang out wearily. It wasn\'t the body that was exhausted, but the soul.

Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet was speechless.

"Senior White reminded me earlier that I should make some arrangements for the main world when I have time. I thought it would be easy..." After saying this much, Song Shuhang opened the Nine Provinces Number One Group and contacted Senior Yellow Mountain.

"Shuhang, is there something you need?" Senior Yellow Mountain replied.

"Senior Yellow Mountain," Song Shuhang said, "I would like to borrow a batch of \'smurfs\' from you. I only need to borrow about 30 of them."

He planned to use these 30 accounts to create three groups.

Then, he added the three roommates into the group.

As for the outcome, it would depend on his roommates\' luck.