Chapter 78: 73. The teacher is erudite, and I am far inferior (3.6K words - please subscribe) A few days later... Shadow Puppet Pavilion. The Inner Sect Disciple Guan Wu stared in astonishment at the box in his hand, bewildered, and asked, "Master Song, why are the shadow puppets these past few days all... intermediate level demon beasts of Refining Profound level four? And besides... aren’t there fewer?" Song Yan was about to speak, but first coughed twice, then said, "My touch hasn’t been good these past few days, it should improve after a while." Guan Wu paused, but recalling the recent incident where Master Song was counterattacked by a shadow puppet, he figured it might have left a psychological shadow on Master Song, making him even hesitant to touch slightly more advanced demon beast skins. Guan Wu sighed and comforted, "Master Song, I looked into that matter. You were unfortunate to have grabbed a Fox Demon Skin that had already reached the advanced demon beast level, which is why it counterattacked." Song Yan just gave a bitter smile and said nothing. Once bitten by a snake, one becomes afraid of ropes for ten years. If you’re going to act, you have to follow through, you can’t forget about it halfway through. These days, he just picked the most ordinary type among intermediate demon beasts, and his efficiency changed from producing "one finished shadow puppet skin in a day" to "one every two days." Shadow puppets are weapons. With his weapon production declining, the Inner Sect Disciples coming to pick up goods were naturally anxious. While they were chatting, a woman’s seductive laughter was heard from afar: "Fellow Daoist Song, hasn’t it been long?" Guan Wu turned his head and saw a beautiful woman in a black robe standing at the end of the street, smiling as she looked over. The beautiful woman was like a juicy, plump peach, quite voluptuous, her amorous eyes slightly narrowed, vaguely revealing a hint of sinister deep blackness, both alluring and demonic, yet filled with a chilling ghostly aura. "Who are you?" Guan Wu immediately became wary. At this moment, a white-robed cultivator quickly stepped out from behind the beautiful woman, and said, "Nephew, do not be rude." Guan Wu looked and saw it was none other than Master Yin Wutai from the Paper Money Tower, and quickly paid his respects. Yin Wutai said, "This is Sister Wang from South Bamboo Peak, who has come from the Evil Land to specially deliver finished Fox Demon Shadow Puppets to us. She heard that our Master Song was actually from the Nanwu Sword Sect, and was quite surprised, so she wanted to come over for a look and catch up." Guan Wu suddenly understood, then bowed again, and quickly left with the shadow puppets made by Song Yan. This beautiful woman in the black robe was of course Wang Susu. Wang Susu and Yin Wutai whispered a few words, Yin Wutai nodded, then turned and left. Meanwhile, Wang Susu walked towards Song Yan with a smile on her face. Song Yan lowered his head and coughed twice, then said, "Yuzhuang, serve tea." ... ... Moments later... In a quiet room of the Shadow Puppet Pavilion. Song Yan and Wang Susu sat facing each other. Wang Susu smiled and said, "Sitting like this really reminds one of the days at South Bamboo Peak, sitting together every day with Fellow Daoist Song, making skins. But Fellow Daoist Song deceived me so badly. Even when Brother Song helped the eldest daughter of the Su Family kill the King of Southern Regions, I vouched for him, saying Fellow Daoist Song was definitely not a spy, hee hee hee..." Song Yan noticed that Wang Susu had changed quite a bit. Her eyes were very black and large, incredibly deep, and there was an overwhelming ghostly aura around her, as if her entire body was enveloped in a faint black smoke, exuding a kind of sinister allure. Ghost Cultivators cannot send Skin Masters or any South Bamboo Peak disciples out, as it’s like putting a fish in water, it’s very likely to be a one-way trip, not to mention... this fish also carries important shadow puppets. It seemed like Wang Susu had noticed Song Yan’s confusion, and she smiled seductively, "I’ve become a Ghost Cultivator now." Song Yan was shocked and said, "You... you died?" Wang Susu burst out laughing, leaning forward and backward, then said, "You’re the one who’s dead. I have transformed into a Ghost Profound Root." Song Yan paused for a moment. He understood. This old acquaintance in front of him must have been interacting with ghostly entities for a very long time, but this was a very dangerous, tremendously terrifying thing. He wouldn’t die in the life span calculation, but others might not be so fortunate. "Then those Disciples Lu, Disciples Shangguan, and everyone else..." Wang Susu said, "Those unlucky ones all died, died miserably. I was lucky and succeeded." After saying this, she rolled her eyes, propped her chin, and said, "Fellow Daoist Song, I came this time to see if I could make up for past regrets, hee hee... Being thoroughly used by a Righteous Dao disciple like you, who hides so deeply, would surely be unforgettable, right?" Wang Susu spoke while getting closer, then actually climbed onto the table, twisted her whole body and sat between Song Yan’s legs, her hands hooking around his neck, then whispered in his ear, "I transformed my Profound Root and survived, Master Shi accepted me as his disciple. So... actually, I should call you Brother Song again. The Master said that he has always valued you, if you have nowhere else to go, you can come to the Evil Land. Paperman Peak is not a place for you to stay long. Gu Huangzi took you in as a disciple, but his intentions are not good." Wang Susu’s voice got softer and softer, as if she were passing on a secret message, yet her hands became unruly. Song Yan grabbed her hand. Wang Susu chuckled softly, did not continue, and simply continued, "The Master has already found an opportunity to break through the Crimson Palace Realm, and also, during these days in the Evil Land, he has comprehended a lot of new shadow puppetry techniques... we all hope you’ll come over." After saying this, she flipped her long legs, moved her hips out from between Song Yan’s legs, tugged at her black robe, then took a few steps away, turned back with a sweet smile, and swiftly left. Song Yan was somewhat speechless. Sister Wang truly had some luck, having transformed into a Ghost Profound Root, and being in the Evil Land, her cultivation speed must have significantly increased.