Chapter 119: 151, 152

The initial probability for deducing the "Yellow Grade Grade A" cultivation method, *Xuanwu True Qi*, was 0.02%.

Consulting the "Mysterious Grade Ding Quality" cultivation method, *Nine-Tailed Fox Spirit Scripture*, allowed him to increase it to 0.04%.

Afterward, practicing the *Nine-Tailed Fox Spirit Scripture* allowed his probability to increase further; for every tail successfully cultivated, the probability increased by one point.

By the time he reached the sixth tail, the probability was already 12.8 per ten thousand, which is 0.128%.

Experiencing the Reappearance Tribulation, clashing with the "undying and inextinguishable" skin Ghost of the "Mysterious Grade Ding Quality," clashing with the Gongyang Gu military formation, and witnessing the Reappearance Tribulation each doubled it, raising it to 2.048%.

Clearly, wanting to deduce a cultivation method of one's own, and one that is of the "pursuit of Completion" type like Song Cheng's, is quite difficult.

Song Cheng glanced at his current points.

1992 points.

At 6 points per deduction, he could perform a total of 332 deductions.

With a success rate of 2.048%, if he performed 332 deductions, what would the overall success rate be? Song Cheng quickly calculated the probability.

If it were one hundred times, the success rate would be approximately 87.37%.

If it were two hundred times, the success rate would be 98.41%.

If it were three hundred and thirty-two times, the success rate would be 99.9%.

"It is perfectly fine to deduce now."

Facing a long-awaited deduction, Song Cheng still felt a little anticipation.

He had always firmly believed that "one part effort brings one part reward," and now it was time to harvest.

"Deduce *Xuanwu True Qi* until successful."

He did not know if this luck was good or bad.

The deduction succeeded on the 138th attempt.

"Max it out."

"Deduce combat techniques."

"Continue to max it out."

After another round of operations, Song Cheng looked at the remaining 36 spare points and then scanned the panel.

【Cultivation Method】

Xuanwu Moon-Swallowing Art (Mysterious Grade Ding Quality) (Giant Soul) (Completion)

【Skills】

Turtle Eats Moon (Mysterious Grade Ding Quality) (Completion)

His strength data jumped upward, changing from "1217~2798" to "1427~3218."

This data already exceeded that of the mysterious Arhat he had seen in the North Land, which was "650 (1300)~1300 (2600)," and the one who subsequently possessed Yin Mingzong's body, which was "700 (1280)~1400 (2560)."

Not to mention that those two were injured.

Even if they were not, if they stood before Song Cheng, they would certainly be no match for him.

Song Cheng felt that he had always been a person lacking a sense of security, afraid of violence and danger; the increase in strength allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief once more, feeling a bit of peace of mind.

At this moment, many memories of cultivation surged into his heart.

Song Cheng closed his eyes, experiencing it carefully.

Firstly, as a "Mysterious Grade Ding Quality" level cultivation method, the *Xuanwu Moon-Swallowing Art* could still cause Song Cheng, who was at the "Mysterious Grade Grade C" Completion to fullness, to undergo further improvement; the reason lay in the fact that the Ghost it condensed was extremely huge.

Demonstrating slightly, Song Cheng discovered that the two-tail Xuanhu Ghost could reach over two zhang, the four-tail was nearly ten zhang, and the six-tail was over ten zhang.

And the Xuanwu Ghost condensed by the *Xuanwu Moon-Swallowing Art* was directly several tens of zhang; secondly, the Su Family's cultivation method is called "Xuanxin Moon-Gazing," while this one is "Xuanwu Moon-Swallowing," and the name alone shows the difference.

The moon, also known as Taiyin, is an extremely mysterious existence filled with great power in this world.

"Moon-Gazing," also resembling moon-worship, is cautious and careful, holding reverence in one's heart, in order to seek to touch a bit of moonlight.

"Moon-Swallowing," however, is incomparably domineering, without the slightest bit of reverence.

Just this point alone is enough to see the terror of this cultivation method's intent.

And this is especially reflected in the skill "Turtle Eats Moon."

From the memories of cultivation, Song Cheng knew that the so-called "Turtle Eats Moon" is to transform into a Xuan Turtle to swallow moonlight, filling one's whole body with the power of moonlight, so as to form a terrifying "integrated attack and defense body" for oneself.

Let's compare.

Two-Tail Huxia can condense two strands of Huxia to attack another's Soul.

But the Xuan Turtle swallows moonlight in one gulp, which allows the entire body to attack the opponent's Soul; Two-Tail Huxia can at most supply two target Souls, and it requires intervals to condense again when performing it.

But the Xuan Turtle that has eaten moonlight can directly "Boom—" crush over; whoever it hits will suffer as if attacked by several strands of Huxia.

Let's talk about defense.

Two-Tail Huxia has no defense, at most it is "interception."

But the Xuan Turtle that has eaten moonlight, generally speaking, no matter how heavy the injury, as long as it takes another gulp of moonlight, its whole body will recover at an inconceivable speed.

It can be said that there is absolutely no comparability between the Xuanhu and the Xuan Turtle.

Which is the inferior cultivation method and which is the superior one is clear at a glance.

Besides the two above, Song Cheng also remembered that his sister-in-law had once said that the "Xuan Realm" is also called the "Soul Transformation Realm."

A Ghost has no body; if it is molded, it can take shape.

Once it has a shape, that is a Soul transformation.

And any existing Soul will only undergo one transformation, just as a baby will grow into the same race as the mother, and will not become another.

But the Soul's right to choose lies within itself; this is the "noble Ghost."

However, most Ghost existences are also unable to choose, because what they can take shape into depends entirely on what cultivation methods their family has.

Even though a family child is born superior to an ordinary person, there are still differences between them.

If your family's cultivation method is powerful, then you are born noble, because your Ghost will take shape as a powerful Soul; if the cultivation method is weak, then sorry, you are born inferior to others, and even if you work hard afterward, it is impossible to compare to "a person from a powerful family who puts in the same effort."

Some things are born with you, and if you aren't born with them, no matter how you beg, you will never get them.

This point applies not only to "commoners and the Imperial Court" among ordinary people, but also to the great families.

It is precisely for this reason that after Song Cheng cultivated the Nine-Tailed Fox Spirit Scripture, he was thoroughly regarded as a member of the Su Family by his sister-in-law.

Once a "Xuanhu", always a "Xuanhu".

If Song Cheng's Soul is a Xuanhu, then all the great families will conclude that he is a Xuanhu.

This is also the reason why Song Cheng no longer hid his identity when he went with Su Mengzhen to save the "brother-in-law" and the "eldest nephew" before; because it was meaningless, the distinguishability was too high, and being a Two-Tail who could help Su Mengzhen in that way, and still being an "Uncle", who else could it be but Song Cheng?

But if a Xuanwu had appeared that day, then even if he had honestly admitted his identity, no scion of a great family would have believed he was Song Cheng.

Because it was absolutely impossible.

But this kind of impossibility was entirely possible for Song Cheng.

Relying on his own efforts, he changed the status quo step by step, enabling himself to possess a clearly higher-order Soul.

At this moment, Song Cheng looked at the giant Xuanwu and the Six-Tailed Mysterious Fox on the ninth level of the Nine-Layer Nether Tower; he already understood that from now on, he could switch between the two souls at will.

Song Cheng was in a very good mood.

In these past six months, he had completed the Reappearance, gathered his power to comprehend the "Three Phases", and at the same time mastered the "Xuanwu Ghost that is almost indestructible under moonlight".

His strength had once again crushed the strongest person he had ever seen.

"No, perhaps that is not the case."

Song Cheng suddenly thought of the mysterious doctor he had seen in the "Reappearance World", the old man who had taken away the perfect leopard-man "Zi".

He could not help but sigh that "the waters of this world are truly too deep".

But fortunately, even in the eyes of the most well-informed existences, he should only be a "Two-Tailed Xuanhu who can maintain a Reappearance for a long time", rather than an existence who "has mastered the Three Phases, possesses the Ghost Tower, and has the Six-Tailed Double Ghost Xuanwu".

It would not attract any attention.

However, no matter what, he had to go home now.

But for some reason, he suddenly thought of Su Mengzhen again.

That cold, beautiful, yet frivolous and base, serious yet flirtatious, like ice and fire, both noble and vulgar, with skin as white as porcelain, smooth and cold, the arrogant beauty who looked down on men, the heart-pounding moment when she pretended nothing had happened in front of Xiao Yu'er, the cold indifference when the Lishan King begged bitterly and tried to curry favor but could not get a single glance back, the fierce and stern motherly appearance she showed in front of the young genius of the Yan family, Yan Baixiang, plus that dream-like, blissful experience in the mountain spring... Song Cheng only felt his heart beating inexplicably faster, and he could not help but think of that woman again.

He and she were not husband and wife, not even lovers, yet there existed such a secret and expectant relationship... Except for him and her, no one else in the world knew of this relationship.

Song Cheng did not want to forcibly break this relationship, nor did he want anyone to know about it.

Thinking about it, this was also what Su Mengzhen expected.

And it was precisely because of this that he was so thirsty, even giving rise to a heart-pounding sense of love, a sense of urgency, and a sense of anticipation for the next meeting.

While thinking, Song Cheng headed toward Hanping Village.

Just as he was walking, a faint, incomparable call suddenly came from afar.

"Uncle Song, help."

"Mr. Song, I cannot visualize the head of the Su Family; please show yourself for her sake. Even if I die here, please save my son, save Bai Xiang... Bai Xiang admires you very much."

Song Cheng was stunned.

This was someone visualizing him.

And it seemed to be the father and son of the Yan family.

If it were anyone else, he would not want to bother, for instance, some inexplicable visualizations often popped up from the side of "Xuan Nu Niang Niang", and he ignored them all.

But the Yan family father and son ultimately had some connection with Su Mengzhen, so he was still willing to listen.

As for why they "could not visualize the head of the Su Family", Song Cheng could probably guess.

Sister Su had just broken through the Reappearance Tribulation and was currently concentrating on comprehending the Third Tail technique, so naturally, she could not hear the movements outside.

Once his thoughts were clear, he began to listen.

With the rambling of the Yan family father and son, some news Zhao Hua had passed on a few months ago, and combining it with his own deductions, Song Cheng had roughly assembled the situation.

Generally speaking, it was that a major conflict had broken out between the two Imperial Court families.

The Lishan King had taken the Luxury King's consort, and since the Luxury King was the Empress Dowager's own younger brother, the Luxury King was hounding the Lishan King to death.

The current Empress Dowager held the reins of government, but she happened to be a maternal relative; her surname was not the Imperial Court's Ji, nor was it the Yan family's, but the surname Feng.

Being fellow maternal relatives, Empress Dowager Feng naturally helped the Luxury King.

This was also the reason why the Lishan King was sent out to confront the Six Towns.

But don't say, the Lishan King still had some capable people under his command, and he managed to fight the Six Towns to a standstill.

As a result, scions of great families came to the Six Towns, but no one came to the Lishan King's side, so much so that he was blocked at both ends in Duanhun Gu; if it hadn't been for the appearance of Su Mengzhen and Song Cheng, I fear the Lishan King and his army would have been wiped out there.

Afterward, the Lishan King passed through Duanhun Gu and wanted to return to the Imperial Capital, but he was assigned to continue guarding the north of the Wu River.

Guard it then.

The Lishan King had made up his mind not to cross the river again and to defend strictly.

But as a result, rumors began to spread outside that the Lishan King intended to rebel. Then, in order to prove his innocence, the Lishan King sent envoys to the Imperial Capital to explain, while simultaneously uniting with local forces to protect himself. As a result, the local forces he united with felt that he really intended to rebel.

If you aren't rebelling, why unite with him? Thus, in order to distance themselves, the local forces actually went and directly reported the Lishan King.

Then the Lishan King was dumbfounded, leading his army to fight against the army that came to quell the rebellion, but... his army, except for those loyal to him to the death, collapsed at the first touch and surrendered directly.

The Lishan King was furious and fled south with his son and personal guards... He actually knew that his son had secretly released Gongyang Gu, so he thought that since he had already started, he might as well go all the way; if he defected to the Six Towns, perhaps there would still be a glimmer of hope.

However, Gongyang Gu was already dead.

The Lishan King did not wait for "acceptance of defection", but was surrounded instead.

After a burst of fighting, his personal guards were all killed, and he fled in a panic with his son; now, he did not even know which mountain corner he had fled to, and there were soldiers searching the mountains everywhere outside.

This was truly the end of the road.

Song Cheng sorted out the whole cause and effect, and was also speechless.

It seemed that apart from being handsome, the Lishan King was not very high in intelligence or emotional quotient.

Clearly, he had not figured out who the enemy was.

The Empress Dowager kept hounding him, yet he actually still thought about sending someone to explain.

Secondly, his attitude was too passive, and his nature too weak.

The Empress Dowager sent him away from the Imperial Capital to attack the Six Towns, and he really just left honestly; perhaps this was with the intention of avoiding disaster. But how could this possibly be avoided? Song Cheng pondered a little and decided it was better to go and see, after all, his relationship with Sister Su was quite deep.

Thus, he sat cross-legged, ascended the Tower with a single thought, transformed into the appearance of a Two-Tail demon fox, and leaped out following that "visualization channel." Autumn leaves rustled, as if withered butterflies were dancing with the mountain wind across the sky.

The father and son of the Yan family prayed devoutly.

Suddenly, the yellow leaves that had been drifting stopped, the sound quieted slightly, then immediately began to rustle again.

It was as if a hole had been gouged into heaven and earth; the yellow leaves turned into a vortex, rapidly gathering toward a certain spot.

In a few breaths' time, it transformed into a Two-Tail fox over two zhang tall.

Song Cheng lowered his head to look at the two of them.

He saw that the dashing Lishan King and the brave and fierce General Yan were both disheveled and in a sorry state.

At this moment, when the two saw him, their eyes revealed irrepressible excitement.

"Uncle Song! Uncle Song!" Yan Baixiang shouted excitedly, and the favorability above his head jumped suddenly, changing from 90 to 93. As for the Lishan King, whose favorability had once been "50," for some reason, his favorability upon this first meeting was actually 80, and after Song Cheng appeared, it jumped sharply to 90.

At this time, the Lishan King looked at that Two-Tail Xuanhu, his heart stirred with excitement.

At the beginning of this year, when he saw a "male Xuanhu" by the side of the "Fairy Sister," his heart had been very disappointed, but after the Battle of Duanhun Gu, the identity of that Two-Tail Xuanhu was quickly dug up by others.

It was actually the "Fairy Sister's" brother-in-law—Song Cheng.

Only then did the Lishan King realize he had misunderstood, so his favorability rating rose from 50 back to 80.

Now, in such a desperate situation of life and death, the Fairy Sister whom he and his son visualized had not come, but this Song Cheng had come.

How could this not make him excited and grateful?

At this time, the Lishan King bowed with incomparable shame and said, "Sword King Song is righteous; I am endlessly grateful."

Song Cheng raised a hand, and words immediately formed on the ground: 'I already know about the matter; where do you intend to go?'

The Lishan King said, "I want to go to Thunder Cloud Province. Thunder Cloud Province is my fief; if I reach that side, even if there are others who want to harm me, I will have the ability to resist."

Song Cheng nodded, deciding to escort the two for a distance.

It could be considered loving the house and its crow.

Sister Su had given him such great happiness; he had to at least protect Sister Su's descendants. As for the Lishan King, he was just being taken along.

Subsequently, the three began their "journey to the west."

During this period, the three traveled over mountains and through water, relying on Song Cheng's extraordinary power to turn danger into safety many times. The Lishan King was endlessly grateful to this "true brother-in-law," and Yan Baixiang was endlessly grateful to this "uncle."

One night, the campfire was blazing, and some gnawed animal bones were left scattered around.

The Lishan King laid his head down and fell asleep.

Yan Baixiang took a withered branch and, by the flickering firelight, drew on the ground, seemingly pondering military strategy.

Song Cheng watched from behind for a while and saw the problem Yan Baixiang was encountering at a glance.

Thinking that this youth was Sister Su's offspring, he wrote a line of text on the mud: The military formation has a problem.

Yan Baixiang was startled, then immediately began to discuss it with Song Cheng.

At the beginning, this young General Yan held the thought, "You only have strong power; when it comes to military strategy, what do you count as?" But soon, the young General Yan was in a mess.

If one were to say that the generals in this world who comprehended military momentum had a "macro-level" understanding of military formations, relying on "looking, listening, asking, and feeling" to understand them; then Song Cheng's understanding was "micro-level," able to "see the changes in cells." This was not a question of magnitude, but that the angles from which the two sides viewed the problem were simply not on the same level at all.

A casual piece of guidance from Song Cheng usually left the young General Yan thinking hard for a long time, and after comprehending it, he would stare at the giant Youhu overhead with an increasingly incredible expression, his eyes filled with a feeling of looking at a god.

In a flash, another half a month passed.

During this period, Song Cheng had the ability to see data, so when no one was around, he would directly carry the father and son and fly at full speed, and when people were around, he would slow down.

Now, the "Uncle Song" that the young General Yan called out had also become incomparably intimate.

Not only intimate, but also full of worship.

And his favorability rating also rose rapidly, actually climbing all the way to 99.

Clearly, Song Cheng had already become extremely special in his heart.

The Lishan King's favorability was also rising, from 90 to 92.

He had never seen such a righteous and powerful scion of a great family, which suddenly made him wonder, "Could it be that the Fairy Sister specifically asked Song Cheng to look after us?" "Could it be that the Fairy Sister is only cold on the surface, but in her heart, she still cares about him?"

Autumn, gradually deepening.

Because the three lacked a map, and Fengzhou was quite large, they wound around and finally arrived before a high mountain that stretched from north to south and whose edges could not be seen at a glance.

The mountain color was purple, likely some kind of plant, and even in late autumn, it still emitted a strange rumbling sound, as if it were the movement made by the hooves of some giant magical beast.

"Jilei Mountain!" Yan Baixiang looked at the mountain and then said, "Father, we have arrived at Thunder Cloud Province!"

Jilei Mountain was a barrier shielding Thunder Cloud Province, which also made Thunder Cloud Province a desolate area that was almost isolated from the fertile soil of the Central Plains.

But this desolation was only because the land was not fertile, not because there were few people. It was still different from the kind of barrenness of Beixue Zhou.

"Lishan King" Yan Bore was also incomparably excited; he looked at Song Cheng and thanked him repeatedly.

Song Cheng looked into the distance and scanned the surroundings, suddenly his expression shifted slightly, because he actually saw two lines of data appearing in the distance.

【Strength: 462~824】

【Favorability: 60】

That data was standing still, seemingly waiting.

Thinking of this, Song Cheng wrote on the ground: 'I will take you across the mountain.'

"Thank you so much, Mr. Song," Yan Bore said.

And Yan Baixiang said with some reluctance: "Uncle Song, after crossing the mountain, are you... are you going to leave?"

Song Cheng wrote: 'There is no banquet in the world that does not end.'

Yan Baixiang lowered his head slightly; as a fierce general who had slaughtered his way through the Central Plains battlefield time and again, he was actually feeling a bit low at this moment.

The giant Youhu touched his head and wrote: 'There will be opportunities to meet again in the future.'

Yan Bore laughed and said, "That's right, Xiang'er, there will definitely be opportunities in the future. Your Uncle Song is not an ordinary uncle; he really is your uncle."

Yan Baixiang was stunned for a moment; his status did not yet allow him to come into contact with too much information about the noble families, so he looked at his father in confusion at this time.

Yan Bore glanced at Youhu, and seeing the latter had no reaction, he then smiled and said, "Xiang'er, your mother has a younger sister, that is your aunt, and your Uncle Song is your aunt's husband."

Yan Baixiang said in astonishment, "Really?"

Song Cheng nodded.

Yan Baixiang revealed a look of wild joy.

Immediately after, the three of them chatted a little more, and then Song Cheng grabbed the two of them and quickly crossed Jilei Mountain.

This Jilei Mountain was still quite magical; many of the demonic beasts that appeared on it actually presented Form Realm data, and there were even those of the Qi Realm. But these demonic beasts seemed to be under some kind of restraint, not leaving the mountain too far, and it was unknown what the reason was.

One must know that Song Cheng was only crossing laterally and had not yet gone deep into Jilei Mountain; the demonic beasts he saw did not even count as the tip of the iceberg.

With his data ability, Song Cheng also easily avoided the demonic beasts, and after spending about a day's effort, he crossed this mountain.

After putting the two down, the three of them parted reluctantly.

Youhu, composed of withered leaves and mud and stone, dissipated.

The father and son of the Yan family stared for a long while before quickly leaving.

"Your Uncle Song is truly a great man," Lishan King could not help but sigh.

Yan Baixiang said, "Father, you don't lead troops, so you don't know Uncle Song's prowess. If you knew, you would regard him as a god. I had heard before that the Tiger Leopard Cavalry of Donghai Zhou was brought up by Uncle Song. Now it seems, it is indeed true."

"Next time you see your mother, persuade her more. If she can accept you and me as father and son, then perhaps we can still live together with your Uncle Song." Lishan King had not yet given up on Fairy Sister, so he struck while the iron was hot, instilling some ideas into his son.

The father and son arrived at Thunder Cloud Province, and their moods also relaxed a lot; at this time, they chatted with each other while continuing to head west.

And behind them, in the distance, in the mist of a lonely cliff, a pair of eyes was quietly staring at them.

That was Song Cheng.

Song Cheng had not left.

He watched the backs of the Yan family father and son and followed them from afar.

Half a day later, another set of data appeared in his eyes.

【Strength: 462~824】

【Favorability: 60】

That data was quickly chasing in the direction where the Yan family father and son were.

Song Cheng smiled.

Don't say, the mysterious existence from before crossing Jilei Mountain had really appeared.

The other party deliberately chose to make a move after he left, not because they felt they couldn't beat him—after all, he was not there in his true body, but only a Manifestation body, and the power he displayed at Duanhun Gu was only "240~480".

The other party did not want to have a conflict with him.

But Song Cheng wanted to protect the descendants of Sister Su.

The more someone was afraid of having a conflict with him, the less he was afraid of having a conflict with that someone.

Therefore, after seeing such an existence, he had two choices.

One, drag them out on the spot and eliminate the hidden danger in advance;

Two, pretend not to see, and wait for the hidden danger to erupt into a crisis before he made a move.

Then the question returned to the old problem of which is better: "adding flowers to embroidery" or "sending charcoal in snow."

If you add flowers to embroidery, others won't have any particular feeling.

But if you send charcoal in snow, others will be deeply grateful.

Song Cheng was never a good person; he would still use the methods that should be used.

Therefore, he just waited like this, waiting until that person was about to kill the Yan family father and son, and then he would return to save them.

The Yan family father and son walked quickly, not stopping even when exhausted.

Seeing the sunset, the two still had not stopped.

And the rapidly running shadows were slowly submerged by the evening glow, which was like a river of blood.

Ding. Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling. A strange, crisp sound drifted from afar, mixed into the red light of the sunset. The expressions of the Yan family father and son changed, and before they could react, they felt footsteps.

Those footsteps were like drumsticks beating on their hearts, sounding "boom-boom," neither slow nor fast.

The Yan family father and son inexplicably felt fear; the gradually approaching footsteps and the crisp sound mixed into a strong pressure of "a cat playing with a mouse" and "a fierce tiger approaching."

The two looked at each other in horror and discovered that all color had drained from the other's face.

"It's the Xuan Realm, it's a noble family descendant," Yan Baixiang said with a deathly pale face.

This did not need the son to say; Lishan King understood it himself. Although he was a good-for-nothing, he was at least a good-for-nothing in the Qi Realm. Before the other party had even appeared, he had already been so terrified that his Soul was almost gone, and he couldn't even muster the heart to resist. If it wasn't a noble family descendant, then who was it?

He added a sentence: "It is the true body of a noble family descendant that has come."

"How could it be... clearly, clearly we had already escaped!"

Lishan King clenched his fists with extreme unwillingness.

Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling. The sound drew closer and closer.

Yan Bore hurriedly turned his head to look in the direction of the sound, only to see an ascetic monk wearing a bamboo hat approaching at high speed. His feet seemed to have divine power; with every step, the distant earth seemed to shorten into an inch.

A few steps ago, that ascetic monk was still as if at the edge of the sky, but now, he had arrived in front of the two in an instant.

"Good has its rewards and evil has its retribution; you two benefactors have heavy sins, so you might as well go to hell."

Under the bamboo hat, a grinning mouth was revealed.

Yan Baixiang suddenly realized and said sharply, "You rat-faced wretch! You are just afraid of my Uncle Song!"

However, the ascetic monk had no intention of explaining anything to these two dead men; his figure flickered, and he struck like lightning.

Yan Baixiang swung his blade to block.

Bang! The blade broke! Yan Bore's eyes turned blood-red, and he roared, "Why does the Imperial Court refuse to let us go?!"

However, there was no one left to answer.

The ascetic monk's hand was already about to land on Yan Baixiang's neck.

But just at this moment, a strange, deformed, and seemingly extremely unstable grey-red giant hand suddenly struck from behind the ascetic monk.

That was a Taboo hand reaching out from the depths of hell, a ferocious blood-hand that completely overturned the calm; this was Song Cheng's "Unstable Two Phases."

The Three Phases consist of Grey Membrane, Chongxian, plus ten clusters of Huxia.

In the Manifestation state, the Grey Membrane naturally does not exist, so this hand is composed only of Chongxian, ten clusters of Huxia, and a portion of the power of the Form Realm.

The three forces are unbalanced, so it is extremely unstable; at this moment, the hand is like a deformed, monstrous hand that is constantly swelling with grey-red tumors, much like "sesame flowers blooming higher with every joint."

This hand landed on the ascetic monk's back; the Jin Power dissipated without breaking the ascetic monk's defense, yet the hand burrowed into his body and gripped his Soul, which began to struggle.

Song Cheng does not act unless necessary, but when he does, it is surely fatal, so he used all the power he could muster in his current form.

Snap. The surface of the ascetic monk's Soul began to crack, and then increasingly fine fissures appeared, like a spiderweb. That was a strange, gloomy monk's divine Soul. The waist of this divine Soul became increasingly thin; amidst the exploding "Unstable Two Phases," the Huxia was pounding his divine Soul, while the Chongxian was tearing at his Soul; the Soul could be called "extremely difficult to destroy," because its recovery speed was extremely fast.

During the process of Song Cheng's attack, the Soul was rapidly recovering itself.

But... it was too slow.

The recovery speed of the Soul was far inferior to the speed at which it was being destroyed.

As the Huxia pounded, fragments of the Soul kept flying off, and the pulling of the Chongxian made it impossible for the wounds to recover in time.

Crack. Crack-crack-crack. Finally, the layer of Soul on the surface of the divine Soul completely split open.

Boom! The Soul scattered and dissipated.

No sooner said than done, in just the blink of an eye, the ascetic monk was dead.

The Yan father and son did not see Song Cheng's red hand; they only saw the ascetic monk suddenly stiffen, then collapse to the ground and slowly kneel, with the appearance of Song Cheng's Two-Tail Youhu appearing behind him.

In an instant, Yan Baixiang's favorability rose to 100, and the "Lishan King" Yan Bore also reached 99.

Song Cheng felt it was not bad; the actual combat performance of the "Three Phases Power" was better than he had imagined, and it could even be used separately.

(End of chapter)