Chapter 47

"Wait, why are you asking that?" Song Shuhang was puzzled.

"Because yesterday at noon, I saw someone inquiring around the school about the information of 'Song Shuhang from Jiangnan University City.' Your class, age, residence, and even the people close to you were all investigated. I felt something was off, so I made a note of it. By the way, I'm a member of the school's news department," Zhuge Yue said with a smile.

"Someone is investigating me?" Song Shuhang was taken aback. He shouldn't have offended anyone recently, right?

Pharmacist did mention someone was following him. Perhaps someone saw him with Pharmacist and decided to gather information on him as well. But Pharmacist only came over this morning!

Additionally, yesterday evening, he beat up a few delinquents for saving a girl. But that was yesterday evening, and it has nothing to do with yesterday noon!

Song Shuhang couldn't think of any leads.

"In any case, I feel you should be more careful recently. Someone might be planning to ambush you. That's all I have to say. I have something to do, so I'll leave first. Wishing you all the best," Zhuge Yue giggled, patted Song Shuhang's shoulder, and then hummed a song as she left the dormitory.

"Thank you," Song Shuhang replied.

If someone was planning to ambush him, he wasn't afraid. However, the fact that they were also investigating his friends and family made him uneasy.

In any case... he should be more cautious recently.

When Senior Pharmacist comes over later, he'll ask if there's a way to find out who's investigating him. Senior Pharmacist seems to have a lot of experience with anti-tracking.

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With that thought, Song Shuhang entered the bedroom.

Gao Moumou was still lying there like a dead dog, unmoving. Shuhang asked worriedly, "Gao Moumou, are you okay?"

"Shuhang, I've been defiled," Gao Moumou muttered.

"The word 'defiled' is completely inappropriate. You're not an ancient maiden, so don't use such disgusting descriptions," Song Shuhang patted Gao Moumou and then took the opportunity to ask, "By the way, was that Zhuge Yue a guy?"

Gao Moumou's face instantly turned pale. After a while, he bitterly shook his head, "No."

"Then it was a girl? You should just die! Why are you acting like you've been ruined after being kissed by a girl? You're just being pretentious, you know!" Song Shuhang patted Gao Moumou hard. "Don't worry, I'm very tight-lipped. I won't tell your girlfriend about what happened today. Just consider it a stroke of luck, okay?"

However, Gao Moumou's expression became even worse, and he shook his head more forcefully.

"What does your head-shaking mean? Could it be... Zhuge Yue isn't a girl either? What is it then? Not a hermaphrodite or a transgender person, right?" Song Shuhang was puzzled.

"None of those... how can I explain this? You wouldn't understand," Gao Moumou turned his head, looking like he had given up on love.

This guy is beyond help.

"Alright, you can continue lying there," Song Shuhang patted Gao Moumou.

Then he hummed a song and went to the balcony, gazing at the sky.

I wonder what a flying sword message will be like?

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After about ten minutes, Gao Moumou, who had been in a half-dead state, got up numbly and washed his face. "Shuhang, Tubo said he wants to have a few drinks tonight. He wants us to gather at Yangde's place. How about it, are you free?"

Song Shuhang thought for a moment and replied, "No problem, but I have a friend coming over to pick up some things, so I might be a bit late. I'll be there around six o'clock!"

"Then I'll go first. Today... I need to get drunk," Gao Moumou said with a sad face.

"Drunk to forget your sorrows?" Song Shuhang laughed.

Gao Moumou nodded and pushed open the dormitory door. "I'll go first. Remember to come early."

"Sure, no problem."

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Time passed slowly.

Song Shuhang felt like he was a 'waiting stone,' staring intently at the sky, filled with anticipation.

About twenty minutes later, at 4:07 PM.

Pharmacist finally had news. He called, "Little friend Shuhang, the flying sword message from Master Tongxuan is coming. I'm on my way to you. Is there no one else in your place?"

"No problem, my dorm mate is going out to drink tonight. I'm the only one here," Song Shuhang replied quickly.

"Wait for me, I'll be there soon." Pharmacist hung up the phone.

Two minutes later.

Pharmacist arrived by Song Shuhang's side.

"Here I am!" he laughed.

"What do we need to do?" Song Shuhang asked. "Or do we just wait here?"

"Watch me." Pharmacist went to the balcony again, pointed his fingers at the sky, and his two fingers turned a bright red, flashing.

Song Shuhang's eyes were fixed on the sky. He saw a light flashing in the distance, quickly flying toward Pharmacist.

The light grew closer, moving at an incredible speed—vaguely, it looked like a sword-shaped object.

"Isn't this flying sword message a bit too blatant? They don't even use any concealment techniques?" Song Shuhang suddenly had a realization. In recent years, people often capture UFOs and strange flying objects in the sky. Could these be cultivators sending flying sword messages or even flying on swords?

This is very dangerous. With the advancement of technology, every country has anti-aircraft guns and air-to-air missiles. What if they get shot down?

While Song Shuhang was lost in thought, the flying sword had already landed beside Pharmacist.

It was a sharp black iron small sword, floating quietly above Pharmacist's red fingers, defying the laws of physics.

Song Shuhang remained calm. Since the day his worldview collapsed, he had long discarded most of the physics knowledge he learned over eighteen years. If not for the fact that the laws of physics still applied in the mortal world, he would have thrown the rest to the dogs.

"Huh? Where's the manual?" Song Shuhang suddenly asked. He thought the flying sword should have a large package hanging from it, containing many bound books or animal skin scrolls.

But the black iron small sword had nothing attached to it, just empty.

"Did it get lost during the flight?" Song Shuhang wondered.

"The manual is here." Pharmacist extended his hand, and the black iron small sword landed steadily in his palm. Then, he removed a thumb-sized jade tube from the hilt of the sword, similar to a jade ring.

A jade tube? When Song Shuhang saw this, a name immediately came to mind, and he blurted out, "A transmission jade slip?"

There are also other names like inheritance jade slip or technique transmission jade slip.

This is one of the essential items for the main character. Just by touching it to the head, the cultivation techniques and mental methods are imprinted in the brain! Even an idiot can remember the entire technique!

"You're overthinking it..." Pharmacist shrugged. "A transmission jade slip is incredibly precious, a priceless treasure. It's only used to record those 'unrecordable' supreme techniques. A common technique for foundation building isn't worth using a transmission jade slip."

Only those supreme techniques containing the laws of heaven and earth, which cannot be recorded in words, would need such a precious item like a 'transmission jade slip.' Even if someone tried to record them in words, the great power of the universe would erase them.

"Then what is this?" Song Shuhang asked.

"This is just a regular USB drive. To be honest, human technology has advanced so much that many of the inventions are very convenient for us cultivators. A small USB drive can store the contents of an entire scripture hall, complete with images, making it incredibly convenient," Pharmacist calmly shattered Song Shuhang's imagination.

Ouch, my liver hurts, Mom!