Chapter 116: 145, 146

Above the canyon, because of the possession, Su Mengzhen's perception was not sharp; her gaze looked forward through Song Cheng's fingertips, but she saw only the vast mountain forest like a green canopy, with three or five birds of various colors flapping their wings and taking flight.

She tilted her head to look at Song Cheng again, only to see a pair of pitch-black eyes within the giant helmet gazing into the distance.

"Did you find anything?" Su Mengzhen asked.

Song Cheng did not answer, but paced back and forth on the canyon, all the while staring fixedly at the army formation in the distance.

The data of that army formation actually changed as he walked, and the highest data was always aimed at him, as if three thousand troops had transformed into a giant, holding a powerful bow, drawn into a full moon, locking onto him with murderous intent. In fact, the Great Hall Master of the Five-and-a-Half Hall was originally killed by a stray arrow from the Six Towns army. Now that Song Cheng saw this scene before him, he roughly knew that the Great Hall Master did not die unjustly.

The Six Towns are all monsters.

The one leading the troops should be someone from Shenwu Town.

Having been baptized by successive wars in recent years, Shenwu Town's power had grown stronger, and its application of army formations had become more proficient.

Now, the reason that arrow had not been shot was entirely because he had not yet stepped into range, and the opponent was also very nervous.

Song Cheng himself was a master of the military path; the so-called "at the first drum, the spirit is roused, at the second it wanes, and at the third it is exhausted"—if this first arrow, which gathered the morale of the entire army, did not hit, the consequences would, nine times out of ten, be unimaginable.

Water has no constant shape, and troops have no constant formation; it was impossible for the opponent to condense military momentum without a price.

And according to Song Cheng's understanding, the more solidified and relatively stable this kind of military momentum was, the less it could afford to lose even a little.

Several thoughts flashed by in an instant; he continued to watch the rise and fall of the military momentum, and the more he observed, the more certain he became of his judgment.

So he stopped, carved words into the rock with his blade to explain his findings, and then stepped away casually, brushing the ground.

Wherever his iron boots brushed, the rock engraved with the writing returned to being smooth.

Su Mengzhen thought for a moment and said, "Then I will have the Lishan King send people to charge first, and we will strike when the front is in chaos."

But as soon as the words left her lips, she shook her head herself and said, "No, the opponent has members of noble families."

With noble family members present, there must be Soul Practitioners underneath.

Successive illusions would make the charging soldiers complete sitting ducks.

If she and Song Cheng charged, they might be taken out by the opponent in one arrow. And according to Song Cheng's speculation, as long as the opponent could remain undefeated, their overall strength would grow stronger and stronger. Even if he changed into another suit of armor, he would still be taken out instantly.

If she let the Lishan King's army charge first, they would be trapped in an illusion by the opponent's noble family members, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Su Mengzhen fell into thought.

What should be done? Song Cheng was also thinking.

If he used the powers of "Great Dark Heaven" and "Extreme Bliss World" to Chongxian, it would be relatively easy to break the current situation, but fighting as his current Form Realm self was indeed somewhat difficult.

After a brief thought, he suddenly realized a simple matter: even if the armor was shattered, so what? He could just condense a new suit of armor.

As for exposing his identity as the "Two-Tail Demon Fox" of the Su Family, it didn't matter if Song Cheng exposed it a little; anyway, it wasn't the "Six-Tail Double Ghost" Song Cheng.

Thinking of this, Song Cheng began to carve words with his blade again, communicating quickly.

A moment later, the two agreed on a plan.

Only then did he descend from the canyon and set Su Mengzhen down on the ground.

Su Mengzhen said, "Horse."

Soon, a soldier led a white horse over.

Yan Baixiang also walked over and asked, "Mother, what is it?"

Su Mengzhen recounted what she had just discussed with Song Cheng.

Yan Baixiang's expression was grave as he said, "It must be Gongyang Gu of the Six Towns' Shenwu Town; only he can command the hundred-battle-undefeated army of the Six Towns. Can Uncle still manage to contain them?"

He was a rare genius of the Star Gazing Tower of the Imperial Court's Yan Family, extraordinary in both the military and martial paths; though only in his early twenties, he was already near the Completion of the Form Realm, and he was also well-versed in the mysteries of military strategy.

The plan of his mother and uncle was for the uncle to take the lead, to contain the opponent's arrows and noble family members, then for their side to lead the troops in a rapid charge, with his mother casting illusions with the charging team, using lightning speed to control the opponent first, thereby piercing through them.

However... this kind of plan was entirely "breaking finesse with force."

The premise was that the uncle could truly contain the terrifying shots condensed by Gongyang Gu's secret military formation technique, while also suppressing the noble family members on the other side so that they could not exert their influence.

And his mother would need to stand steady on a rapidly galloping steed and be able to dance gracefully... they would need to turn from the charge to the flanks just as his mother was about to dance, and then complete the encirclement and slaughter.

Yan Baixiang was silent for a moment, then suddenly showed an expression of excitement, and immediately went to request battle from the Lishan King, who was already full of worry on the side.

He had long wanted to witness Gongyang Gu's methods, and he did not want to let such an opportunity pass.

As a leader among cavalry, Yan Baixiang wanted to test Gongyang Gu's bow; this feeling had a sense of "if one hears the Dao in the morning, one can die without regret in the evening."

Logically speaking, as a young prince of the Lishan King and of the Yan Surname among the "Two Surnames of the Imperial Court," Yan Baixiang should have had wives and concubines long ago, but he did not.

Because he was obsessed with military strategy and obsessed with power, as if he had become possessed.

Su Mengzhen frowned as she looked at the youth requesting battle, looking at the joy overflowing in his eyes, and suddenly said sternly, "Do you want to die that much?"

Yan Baixiang was stunned and hurriedly explained, "Mother, in the entire military camp, there is no one who surpasses your son in cavalry charges and control, so..."

Slap!!

Without warning.

Su Mengzhen stood on tiptoe and slapped this "Little Tyrant of the Yan Family" hard across the face.

Although her strength could not break Yan Baixiang's defense at all, but... everyone was already stunned.

Yan Baixiang himself could not believe it either.

When he was a child, he was the leader of the children.

When he grew up, he was a genius Martial Artist and a genius general.

No one had ever dared to slap him.

His eyes turned blood-red in an instant, and the veins on his forehead bulged, but upon realizing that the person before him was his mother, he loosened his tightly clenched fists and lowered his head to look at the ground.

However, Su Mengzhen did not seem to intend to let him off, continuing to stand on tiptoe.

Slap!!! Another slap landed on the other side of Yan Baixiang's face.

"Do you know what you are saying?"

Su Mengzhen's expression was cold.

While speaking, there were several more "slap, slap, slap, slap" sounds, as she slapped this General Yan's face hard again and again.

Up ahead, Song Cheng, who was just preparing to strike, heard the commotion behind him and turned his head in astonishment.

With this look, he discovered that his sister-in-law was beating her nephew.

Furthermore, she was beating him quite fiercely, with no regard for his face.

He swept his gaze over the few people not far away.

The favorability rating of "Lijiang King" Yan Bore toward him was a baffling "50"; of course, this figure had originally been "80," but it had plummeted after she heard that "Uncle" later on.

Yet, his eldest nephew Yan Baixiang had a favorability rating of a full "90" toward him.

For the sake of that favorability, Song Cheng strode forward, his imposing figure directly breaking the stiffness of the atmosphere.

He bent over and used his finger to nudge his sister-in-law, signaling that she should stop now.

Su Mengzhen felt Song Cheng's nudge and only then slowed down, staring at Yan Baixiang with a livid face as she said, "Today your uncle is protecting you, so that's that. But remember this: don't always think about charging into battle.

If you don't want this life of yours, go get married and have children first.

Once you have descendants, if you want to die, I won't stop you again; if you want to die, I won't come to save you either."

Yan Baixiang's eyes were red, and he was panting heavily.

"Lijiang King" Yan Bore was also stunned by this terrifying side of Su Mengzhen.

In this prince's impression, Fairy Sister was the number one beauty in the world; back then, she walked the Imperial Capital under the name "Meng Taiqing," with her zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting all being Jue Jin Jin Jin, and no one knew how many young masters had prostrated themselves under her pomegranate skirt, wanting to get a taste of her beauty but failing.

Such a beauty actually had a side like this.

Song Cheng could also be considered to have completed his understanding of his sister-in-law.

For a moment, he suddenly felt a bit of pity for the eldest nephew opposite him—this youth had likely not seen his mother many times from birth until now, his heart filled with longing, and yet... after these few slaps, plus that sentence, his heart was likely shattered.

"I'm sorry, Mother."

Yan Baixiang hung his head, covered his face, his eyes red.

This fierce general who killed like he was mowing grass had his Adam's apple bob, but he did not cry.

Su Mengzhen looked at Lijiang King and said coldly, "What are you still waiting for? Hurry and arrange the men!"

Yan Bore hurriedly pointed out another fierce general from the army to enter the fray.

Song Cheng looked at little Yan's appearance and subconsciously raised his hand to ruffle his hair.

If one were to discuss actual age, the two of them were not much different, but Song Cheng, who felt he was of the same generation as his sister-in-law, naturally felt like an elder when looking at little Yan.

Yan Baixiang looked up at this giant of a man, his eyes still red.

Song Cheng patted his shoulder with his finger again, then gripped his long saber, turned around, and charged into the depths of the dense forest with a "thump, thump, thump," the massive sound waves spreading out, causing the lush leaves and branches of the trees in the forest to tremble and rustle.

As if stepping into the Domain of a fierce beast, the further Song Cheng went, the heavier the stagnation and pressure in the air became.

Tap... tap-tap. One step, two steps; it was as if he had stepped across some boundary.

A thunderclap that shook the heavens and earth suddenly erupted in the air, and the trees of nearly an entire forest were tilted to one side as if struck by a hurricane, appearing as if they were about to be uprooted.

The originally silent and lush green wave of leaves surged into a massive upheaval, from which a flood dragon that would devour people leaped out, arriving in an instant, face-to-face with Song Cheng.

That was an arrow.

A fatal arrow.

An arrow that would be fatal even if a great clan's scion appeared here in their true form.

If Song Cheng were here in his true form, he could naturally handle this arrow easily, but at this moment, he was merely a Manifestation borrowing iron armor, and a Manifestation that had hidden his "Six-Tail strength" at that.

This was equivalent to being suppressed by three major realms.

Boom!!

The flood dragon collided with the armor.

The black armor shattered.

In the military formation, the soldiers cheered.

But the next instant, those cheers vanished.

Song Cheng's Soul escaped from the armor and lunged forward like lightning in an instant.

This lunge directly spanned a distance of several miles.

He took a deep breath, gathering the flying debris, dust, and stones from the surroundings, quickly transforming into a Two-Tail demon fox.

But compared to other demon foxes, this demon fox gave people a feeling that could be summed up in one word: sturdy!

Green leaves, mud, and stones wrapped layer upon layer, as if it had put on a new suit of armor.

Bang!!

The tail of the demon fox, which had appeared above the enemy's military formation, swept out instantly.

However, this hundred-victory army of the Six Towns was still able to react; one of the burly, fierce men among them held a large shield and roared as he met the fox tail, the momentum of the army gathering on him, causing his strength to far exceed his usual level.

Thud! The shield blocked the tail.

The soldiers were high in spirits once again.

The leading general was extremely calm and roared, "Demon, slaughter it."

"Slaughter it!"

"Slaughter it!"

The soldiers acted as if possessed, roaring along.

The general narrowed his eyes, drew his bow and nocked an arrow, the bow forming a full moon.

As he released the string, the sound was like thunder, and the arrow was like lightning.

Boom!!

The arrow arrived in an instant.

Song Cheng could not dodge.

His new "armor" shattered once again.

But no sooner had it shattered than Song Cheng took a breath once more.

Whoosh! The moment the armor shattered, it condensed and reformed again.

Song Cheng landed, and amidst the stunned, blank stares of the soldiers, he swept his tail out, then danced his claws like a whirlwind.

Boom, boom, boom! Crack, crack, crack! Fresh blood flew everywhere, and bones were shattered to pieces.

In just a few blinks of an eye, over a hundred men of the enemy's dense and disciplined army were dead or wounded.

Once the soldiers died, the military formation was like a broken golden body, and the morale of the entire force plummeted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The general leading them was an old man with eyes like lightning and a few strands of silver mixed into his black hair; this was none other than Gongyang Gu.

Gongyang Gu had truly never encountered such a situation; his Adam's apple bobbed as he shouted, "Mr. Cui, will you not strike yet?"

Mr. Cui was that scion of a noble family who supported the Six Towns and had intercepted them here alongside Gongyang Gu, intending to swallow up the Lishan King's army.

At this moment, Mr. Cui looked up at the Two-Tail Youhu, his expression revealing a hint of indescribable emotion.

Even when a Soul possesses a body, it can only possess an ordinary human body similar to its own; it is not that this Manifestation, which gathers the natural objects of heaven and earth, cannot be done, but even if it is done, the duration is very short.

This is because the Soul cannot adapt to such a "non-human" body.

And after the body possessed by the Soul is forcibly destroyed, the possessed Soul still suffers damage.

With the lack of adaptation added to the damage, the best case is the Soul's energy being exhausted, and the worst case is the Soul being injured.

Yet, the Youhu before his eyes had clearly had its body shattered twice, but was still able to Manifest again and again.

How... how is this possible?

In the void, the Youhu danced wildly.

After Gongyang Gu fired two arrows, he could not fire a third.

Because there was no third arrow. This old general stared fixedly at Mr. Cui.

Mr. Cui stared at the Youhu; he had figured it out, so he did not strike, instead spreading his hands and saying, "The family head must arrive in person to be a match for it."

The family head possessed a method to attack the Soul; only then could one strike the Youhu in mid-air.

Gongyang Gu gritted his teeth and said, "Is there really no way at all?"

Mr. Cui wanted to try an illusion, but "illusion" does not distinguish between friend and foe; once he cast it, the soldiers on Gongyang Gu's side would also suffer, and besides, the opponent clearly looked like a powerful Xuan Realm entity, and his illusion could only control those without a Youhu.

Several thoughts flashed by quickly, and Mr. Cui shook his head with a bitter smile: "No solution."

The Two-Tail Youhu in the firmament seemed to be in another dimension, carrying out a dimensional strike against these soldiers; you simply cannot destroy it, and even if you exhaust all your strength and gather everyone's morale to destroy it once, it can "resurrect" again in the blink of an eye.

Green leaves danced wildly, sand flew and stones moved, and the dark phantom of the Youhu in the air became a boulder pressing down on everyone's hearts; both Gongyang Gu and Mr. Cui felt a strong sense of powerlessness.

Never seen, never heard of.

Mr. Cui said abruptly, "Retreat first!"

Gongyang Gu began to smile bitterly.

Retreat? How to retreat? The military formation's arrows and secret arts have a price; this price is similar to a "demonic art in the martial world that erupts temporarily and leaves one weak afterward." If one could kill with every arrow, one could rely on that momentum to continuously shoot and kill the enemy, but if one failed once in the middle, the morale of the army would collapse at a terrifying speed.

Gongyang Gu scanned his surroundings.

The once-victorious army had already begun to collapse; the tight defense disintegrated in an instant, and the invincible army became a disorganized mob.

Everything was because of that one person.

And just at this moment, the dense sound of cavalry rang out from afar.

The imperial army arrived from afar like a sharp blade.

Gongyang Gu's face was ashen, and Mr. Cui moved in a hurry, but before he could cast his illusion, the Youhu in the sky descended rapidly, and a claw pierced through his heart.

The charging cavalry had not expected this scene at all.

Su Mengzhen had not expected it.

Even Song Cheng himself had not expected it.

On her galloping horse, Su Mengzhen stood barefoot; after the charging cavalry split to both sides, she danced rapidly, graceful and charming, as layers of dark light radiated from her body.

As the dark light enveloped them, the Six Towns soldiers, who had already scattered like birds and beasts, instantly became sluggish.

Su Mengzhen passed through the enemy formation, and the cavalry flanking from both sides along with the subsequent imperial army instantly flattened these intercepting enemies.

From beginning to end, the imperial side suffered almost no damage.

Seeing that the encirclement had been broken, Su Mengzhen, who had charged through the enemy camp, looked up at the giant Youhu, waved her hand, and said, "Let's go."

She did not even want to go and bid farewell to the Lishan King or Yan Baixiang.

The female soldier who had been possessed collapsed softly onto the rocks by the canyon.

Two Souls departed.

The Lishan King, who had caught up, was distraught.

Yan Baixiang, however, scanned the surroundings with a complex expression and a hint of fanaticism; he walked left and searched right, pulling a gray-haired old man who was on the verge of death out of a pile of corpses.

The old man had fallen after being injured, but because his own realm was the Qi Realm, he had not died.

But having suffered Song Cheng's tail-sweep attack, he was too heavily injured to move, and at this moment, he looked into the distance with gray, hazy eyes.

Yan Baixiang looked at the old man and asked, "Gongyang Gu?"

Hearing the voice, the old man looked at him and said coldly, "The one who defeated me was not you."

Yan Baixiang had naturally already heard about the battle that had just taken place.

In fact, it was that mysterious uncle who had defeated this army single-handedly; his mother and the subsequent imperial army were merely icing on the cake.

He sighed: "What a pity."

Gongyang Gu said: "What is a pity?"

Yan Baixiang said: "I had wanted to defeat you."

Gongyang Gu said: "With such monsters appearing, what is the point of the military path?"

Confidence flashed in Yan Baixiang's eyes as he clenched his fists and said: "If the Xuan is one foot high, the military can also be ten feet high; even if one cannot be born with a Youhu, it does not mean one cannot defeat them."

Gongyang Gu laughed heartily upon hearing this, but his injuries were too severe; his laughter sounded like a wind-leaking sack rasping in a gale, hoarse and blurred.

"What are you laughing at?"

"That person just now was no ordinary Ghost; how could an ordinary Xuan Realm stand before this old man, cough, cough-cough-cough."

A series of coughs followed; he was already dying, yet his expression still carried arrogance.

"The one who defeated me, the one who killed me, cough-cough-cough... Yan Baixiang, who is he?"

Yan Baixiang narrowed his eyes; he had not stated his name, but the old man had already recognized him.

This was much like how he had recognized the old man at a glance.

Both sides were famous military commanders; one old, one young, one skilled in long-range archery, the other in cavalry charges.

Upon hearing this question, a trace of admiration appeared in his gaze, yet it was only admiration, not longing, because he was not a scion of a family with innate Ghosts, so he could never achieve such Soul projection; what he pursued was the Way of the Soldier... He firmly believed that no matter how strong that uncle was, one day he would defeat him with military momentum.

After these thoughts flashed through his mind, Yan Baixiang suddenly grabbed his saber, twisted his wrist, raised it, and stabbed downward, fiercely pinning Gongyang Gu to the ground.

Fresh blood gushed out.

Gongyang Gu looked at him in astonishment.

Yan Baixiang said: "If you want to know the answer, go seek it yourself."

His saber was stuck in a corpse beside Gongyang Gu.

"In this world, there are many Martial Artists but few commanders; it's rare to meet someone worth sparring with, so don't die yet."

The youth's voice was cold and stern.

Gongyang Gu panted without speaking, merely staring fixedly at the youth, as if trying to memorize him.

Bang! Yan Baixiang lifted his saber, flicked it, flipped a corpse onto Gongyang Gu, then looked around and shouted: "Move out!"

Before long, the Imperial Court army withdrew from this place.

The Lishan King walked alongside his son, yet he did not ask questions like "Why did you let him go?"

Having been besieged here, he had already sensed that something was wrong with the Imperial Court's side.

As an important branch of the Yan Surname among the two surnames of the Imperial Court, there was no support whatsoever, let alone from the family scions.

He had relied purely on his own subordinates and his own connections to fight; now that he had quietly let Gongyang Gu go, then so be it, at least it counted as a good karmic connection.

On the other side, Gongyang Gu waited until the sound of horse hooves faded away before pushing off the corpse pressing on him, then lay flat on the ground, panting heavily; in his gaze, the sunset filled the sky.

That dark red radiance covered the ground, as if a lingering river of blood were washing over human corpses; if this were in the North Land, it would have long since turned bone-chilling and formed a Ghost Pit, but Fengzhou was the heartland, surrounded by large cities with dense populations, so it would naturally not be so.

Gongyang Gu sighed inwardly at his luck; he stared at the sky for a long while, the terrifying demon fox that simply could not be killed seemed to still be lingering in mid-air; he circulated the internal Qi in his body to recover slightly, and just as he was about to stand up, he suddenly heard footsteps—footsteps coming from afar, filled with a sense of oppression.

He hurriedly prostrated himself, pretending to be a corpse, while carefully turning his head to look, only to see a monk wearing a bamboo hat.

An ascetic monk.

The monk's hands and feet were all shackled.

The person was at the edge of the horizon, yet clearly visible.

The shackles between his feet still had rust on them.

Gongyang Gu suddenly felt something ominous and hurriedly closed his eyes.

But the bamboo-hat monk had steps like a divine stride; with every tread, the earth suddenly shrank, turning miles into inches.

In one step, the bamboo-hat monk landed before Gongyang Gu, looking down at him.

"Amitabha."

The monk's mouth beneath the bamboo hat revealed a strange, torn smile.

"Good deeds have good rewards, evil deeds have evil rewards; benefactor, your sins are heavy, so you had best go to hell."

He did not wait to finish speaking before acting; instead, as he spoke, he suddenly pressed down with one hand, slicing across Gongyang Gu's neck like a blade.

Swish! Fresh blood splattered.

A famous commander of his generation, after being defeated and secretly spared by his opponent, was unfortunately killed by some "corrector of history" who appeared here.

War requires no reconciliation.

If one is meant to die in battle, then die in battle; do not survive.

If one survives, some contradictions will be eased.

And that is not good.

The great trend of the world is that long division leads to unity, and long unity leads to division; if the contradictions are not intense, how can it divide? Inside the Su Jia Yinshe.

Su Mengzhen was lightly crossing her legs, resting her chin on her hand as she sized up the man opposite her.

You only know if it's a mule or a horse once you take it out.

But the man before her was neither a mule nor a horse, but an exceptionally terrifying and rare existence.

Today, she had truly witnessed what it meant to be unsolvable.

Song Cheng's Manifestation time was too exaggerated.

The power Song Cheng displayed upon Manifestation was too exaggerated.

These two originally ordinary factors, because they were too exaggerated and slightly superimposed, made him an unsolvable existence—at least, unsolvable to mortals.

Only Soul power could possibly repel him.

But among the various great families north and south of the river, those who could truly wield Soul power like "Two-Tail Fox Fire" were likely only at the level of the family head.

Thinking of this, Su Mengzhen's arrogant and disdainful expression slowly softened; she understood that the Su Family might have truly gained a terrifying clansman.

As if she had obtained a treasure, Su Mengzhen suddenly felt a bit anxious about gains and losses.

She knew very well what level Xiao Yu'er was at.

Could this essentially innocent and cute younger sister really lock down this brother-in-law with such exaggerated power?

If the brother-in-law did not dote on Xiao Yu'er and had a change of heart, what should be done? Her white-porcelain-like plump flesh was like an exquisite work of art, her snowy neck slightly curved like a swan raising its head to sing, her red lips and small mouth like a cherry, and her eyes flashed with a thoughtful look; suddenly, Su Mengzhen's expression toward Song Cheng changed, and she cleared her throat, saying: "Little Song, sit over here."

In the cramped Su Jia Yinshe, there was only one desk; it was said that sitting upon it could accelerate the recovery of the Soul.

Song Cheng sat over.

Su Mengzhen sat with her long legs crossed, her boots gone at some unknown time, revealing only her crystalline small feet with toes stretched out, painted with a touch of vibrant flower juice.

She swayed her legs slightly, and her small feet moved along with them, tilting toward Song Cheng's side.

"You said you wanted to give me a surprise, what surprise is it?"

Song Cheng said, "I have a way to undergo the Reappearance Tribulation."

"You found Yun E?" Su Mengzhen, who had been very fierce just a moment ago, now spoke with a gentle tone, slightly surprised, her beautiful eyes blinking as if filled with water, revealing a kind of innocence that a man could never resist.

Innocence, in Xiao Yu'er, is true innocence.

But in Su Mengzhen, it is the pinnacle of allure.

Su Mengzhen blinked her large eyes, looking at Song Cheng earnestly.

Song Cheng felt his heart skip a beat for no reason, and some amorous images naturally arose, but immediately, he suppressed this strange thought that had suddenly popped up. Sister Su is his Third Mother's sister.

It is not allowed.

Therefore, he said earnestly, "Sister Su, don't ask too much; I can guarantee this Reappearance Tribulation is safer than other Reappearance Tribulations. However, it is the Reappearance Tribulation after all, and I remembered Sister Su saying that it requires two people to support each other to get through it, so I waited for you."

Su Mengzhen felt a surge of joy in her heart, her beautiful eyes rolled, and she said, "Little Song, you are truly useful."

Song Cheng said, "Then Sister Su, when shall we undergo the tribulation?"

If Su Mengzhen succeeds in the tribulation, it will also be beneficial to him.

Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly froze.

Because the favorability rating above his sister-in-law's head had suddenly jumped from "99" to "100".

Song Cheng let out a breath.

It must be that helping his sister-in-law save her nephew this time had won her favor.

In his heart, basically, a favorability of 95 means one of his own, 99 is considered very close, and as for 100, that is completely one of his own.

On this land, there are mysterious, unknown-origin Saint Heaven Buddhas and Arhats; he also hopes that there can be more powerful people among his own, so that at least when he goes out, or is delayed by matters elsewhere, he does not have to worry about trouble at home.

Su Mengzhen thought for a moment and said sternly, "The Reappearance Tribulation is extremely dangerous. I will first go to Hanping Prefecture to refine some Pills that calm the mind, aid the Soul, and break through illusions, to prepare for the Reappearance Tribulation.

This will probably take a month; when everything is ready, you will take me to undergo the tribulation."

Song Cheng said, "We can undergo it in the city."

Su Mengzhen:???

She really wanted to ask, "Are the Ghosts yours? How can you even designate a location for the tribulation?"

After a brief silence, she still shook her head and said, "The Reappearance is too terrifying and can drag in the Souls of innocent people; we had better go outside the city."

While she was speaking, the crystalline small feet under the table swayed and swayed, like swaying jade bamboo shoots, and inadvertently, they grabbed Song Cheng's leg like a cat's paw.

The touch of the Soul is even more sensitive, and the air became quiet for no reason.

And the amplitude of the swaying small feet suddenly shrank.

When you are not expecting it, she touches you lightly; when you feel it, she quickly pulls back.

Song Cheng looked at Su Mengzhen strangely.

Su Mengzhen, however, had a normal expression, still carrying an intellectual yet alluring look, and even asked with surprise, "What's wrong, Little Song?"

Postscript: I've been away on a business trip recently, so I only wrote this much today (End of chapter)