Chapter 59: 59 Looking Down from Above

In a flash, another four days passed.

Young Miss An was "busy to the point of madness," Tong Niangzi was "running about in several places," and Song Cheng's days were not idle either.

Aside from teaching Tong Niangzi, Ying'er, the Wang brothers, and Gao Lin, and exchanging martial arts with the masters of the martial arts halls from the south of the city, he had his own affairs.

Whenever he had a moment of leisure, he would call Ling'er over to teach him how to read.

When the brush dragged a trail across the paper, black ink marks would appear in his Heart Eye.

Beyond learning characters, he would also attempt the "Ghost Tower Visualization Method."

Previously, he had worried that after the Ghost Tide dispersed, he would be unable to manifest "Black Heaven," but facts proved he had overthought it.

Once verified, it is verified forever; it would not fade away.

Besides this, he also discovered that when his Soul walked through the dark eight levels and leaped out upon reaching the ninth, he could actually roam within an ocean of white daylight flames.

Before, he could only roam at night; now, he could also roam by day.

Song Cheng, capable of day-roaming, would often sit cross-legged in the courtyard's tea shed after being exhausted from cultivation, his Soul leaving his body to roam the surroundings, patrolling from high above, familiarizing himself with day-roaming while observing the county town.

Whenever there was any secret matter, he would lean in close to listen.

Whenever he saw any experts entering or leaving the city, he would also go to take a look at their strength and whether they had any favorability toward him.

In Ling'er's eyes, the Young Master-in-law loved to doze off.

Dressed in a black robe, he would sit in the tea shed for a long time.

And today, when Song Cheng's Soul left his body and patrolled to the south, he saw six fast horses entering the city at the South City Gate; he swept a glance, his Soul flew back rapidly, then he opened his eyes, looked at the sun, and swept a glance at his own status.

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【Skills】

Xuanwu Second Style (Yellow Grade Grade B) (Blade and Shield) (Style One: Shadowless, Style Two: Flood Dragon Mountain) (Completion). And his combat power also leaped from the previous "93~164" to "93~186."

One must know, at this time he was invincible in Shanghe County, and what he relied on was not these powers at all, but the power of "Strength Realm Peak," the mere "51~102" power.

Even so, no one had yet been able to force him to use even half of his strength.

In a moment, Ling'er came in and said: "Young Master-in-law, Master Xu from the south of the city and Master Xiong have arrived."

Song Cheng said: "Have someone lead the two to the reception hall; I will come shortly."

A moment later, the youth leaned on his blade-staff and arrived at the reception hall.

Master Xu was from the "Giant Axe Martial Arts Hall," and Master Xiong was from the "Big Bear Martial Arts Hall."

Song Cheng's "Splitting Force" and "Savage Bear Force" were obtained from these two.

These two, the former was a brute, the latter was known as the blockhead of the south city; both were defined by their recklessness.

Such brutes wanted to start moving their hands and feet and spar a few rounds with anyone they met.

If you couldn't beat them, they would despise you and wouldn't even look at you straight; if you could beat them, they would curse and swear, saying they had been careless; and if you could easily beat them, they would be shocked, amazed, want to be friends with you, and then discuss with you "how you knocked them over."

Song Cheng was precisely the third type.

At this time, he had just entered the hall when the middle-aged brawny man with a crew cut and a large man covered in fur like an ape crowded over from left and right.

"Brother Song, that variation you taught old Xiong yesterday was truly good; how the hell did I not think of it?" Master Xiong's eyes shone.

Master Xu pushed him aside and shouted: "Go away, go away, is Brother Song yours alone? Yesterday you asked for so much advice and even had Brother Song demonstrate it for you personally. Today, step aside."

At the very beginning, the two had felt that Song Cheng was just a green youth and a blind man, so even if he were strong, it would be limited.

But after the two were infinitely and wildly abused, this thought changed.

Song Cheng smiled, then began to exchange ideas with the two in the hall.

After a while, two more Martial Artists came from outside the door; they were exactly the man and woman who had followed Master Zhao of the Water Bird Martial Arts Hall that day.

The man was named Zhao Hua, the eldest son of Master Zhao, born to him in his old age; he had two sons, but unfortunately, the younger one was killed by a Human-Skin Ghost. The woman was named Liu Jun, a person of exceptional talent recruited by the Water Bird Martial Arts Hall.

Both had reached Great Accomplishment in the Strength Realm and were regarded by Master Zhao as his successors.

Master Zhao perhaps felt he was getting on in years and no longer pursued breakthroughs in the martial Dao, but he always pushed these two talents of his toward Song Cheng.

Like Master Xu and Master Xiong, Zhao Hua and Liu Jun did not have much respect for Song Cheng, a youth younger than them, at the beginning.

But within two days, both were convinced and impressed.

"Mr. Song."

"Sir."

Zhao Hua and Liu Jun bowed.

Song Cheng said gently: "Sit."

The two sat down and then slowly participated in the discussion.

Before long, a young talent from the "Feilun Martial Arts Hall" who had entered the Strength Realm also ran over.

The group discussed moves and martial arts.

Song Cheng also had a feeling of "teaching and learning from each other" in this exchange; what he taught was merely the surface of his own knowledge, yet every word and sentence was a sorting and summarizing of his own power.

As the few were speaking enthusiastically, Song Cheng suddenly felt something in his heart and lifted his head slightly.

The five were surprised and looked toward the door with him.

Bang! The sound of a foot kicking a door came from behind the shadow wall.

Between the reception hall of the Ruyi Chamber of Commerce and the main gate, besides the courtyard and the walkway, there was only a shadow wall separating them.

This "Bang" sound was heard clearly by everyone in the room.

Soon, a youth dressed in finery walked out swaggeringly, shouting: "Where is An Chenyu? Look at the good deed she has done!!!"

A servant nearby said hurriedly: "Eldest Young Master, Eldest Young Master, President An is out... ouch!" An Zhangsheng kicked the servant over and bypassed the shadow wall.

He was very satisfied with his own aura today.

To describe it in two words, it was "domineering."

After kicking him over, he snorted coldly again and said: "Tell her to get back here!"

The servant glanced at the old man behind An Zhangsheng.

This old man was none other than Wang Da Xiansheng, who held great prestige in the An Family.

Wang Da Xiansheng said indifferently, "Go."

The servant scrambled away on all fours.

Wang Da Xiansheng turned his head, looked at the guards who had accompanied them, and said coldly, "You are all familiar with this place; go and call everyone out. The Chamber of Commerce has had such a scandal, yet they ignore it—this is a lack of decorum."

The four guards respectfully acknowledged the order, then ran off into the distance, calling out names as they saw people and telling them to go to the reception hall.

An Zhangsheng and Wang Da Xiansheng walked toward the reception hall, and from afar, they saw the blind youth with his eyes wrapped in black cloth sitting with several people.

An Zhangsheng frowned and clicked his tongue, saying, "Since when can a live-in son-in-law bring such riffraff to sit in the reception hall? A wild man, truly no manners!"

After speaking, he tilted his head to look at Wang Da Xiansheng and said, "Da Xiansheng, I told you so. My sister should have been married off long ago. How should a woman be managing a Chamber of Commerce?

Which of those young masters in the Prefecture City isn't good? They all hang out with me, and I know their backgrounds and characters clearly. If she had listened to me back then, this wouldn't have happened."

Their conversation was loud and boisterous, and since everyone in the reception hall was a Martial Artist, who hadn't heard it clearly?

Song Cheng sipped his tea.

Xiong Dashi slapped the table, rose in anger, pointed directly at An Zhangsheng in the distance, walked over step by step, and roared, "Who are you calling riffraff? What kind of thing are you?"

With Wang Da Xiansheng behind him, and having been entrusted with the "decree" of the Old Master today, An Zhangsheng was naturally unafraid, so he said, "I'm talking about you. A wild man like you, are you fit to sit in my family's reception hall? Someone, beat him out with sticks!"

He wanted to establish his authority.

He wanted to sweep everything away with a decisive and ruthless momentum; this was what they called "cutting the tangled hemp with a sharp blade."

As soon as the words fell, Xu Shifu also rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward.

Zhao Hua, however, remained seated. He was the successor to Zhao Laoyezi, possessed the best talent, and was refined in appearance. In Song Cheng's eyes, his data was second in the South City; he clearly hid his true strength in daily life. He was evidently the leader of the younger generation in the South City. At this moment, he was not impulsive; he merely glanced at Song Cheng and asked softly, "Does Xiansheng know them?"

Song Cheng said indifferently, "They've come to seize the Chamber of Commerce."

Zhao Hua's expression changed abruptly.

Xiong Dashi and Xu Shifu might not have reacted yet, but Zhao Hua already understood.

The seven martial arts schools of the South City stood together with the Ruyi Chamber of Commerce because it belonged to An Chenyu and Song Cheng. If it were replaced by someone else—and such a straw bag at that—then what was the point of playing this game?

In these troubled times, alliances were hard to form and easy to break.

This wasn't just coming to seize a Chamber of Commerce; this was clearly cutting off the future of the seven martial arts schools of the South City!

A flash of hidden, cold murderous intent crossed Zhao Hua's eyes.

In the distance, the dispute had already begun.

Wang Da Xiansheng watched as the two burly men approached and was stunned, because he could feel that their aura was different; they didn't look like riffraff, but rather Jin Realm Martial Artists.

But even if they were Jin Realm Martial Artists, so what?

His dual-force rotation was top-tier even among those of the same rank in Hanping Prefecture; how could they compare to Martial Artists from a county city like this?

He narrowed his eyes, gripped his blade, and was about to intimidate them.

From afar, however, the youth's voice rang out.

"Xiong Dashi, Xu Shifu, let me handle this."

Song Cheng glanced at Wang Da Xiansheng's "40~79," set down his teacup, rose from the wooden chair, leaned on his Fine Blade, and walked forward to stand before Wang Da Xiansheng. He tapped his finger on the hilt, producing a metallic ring.

An Zhangsheng saw that this wild man actually dared to approach and was about to mock him, but Wang Da Xiansheng grabbed him and pulled him back.

An Zhangsheng was startled and said, "What are you afraid of?"

Wang Da Xiansheng said, "He is not simple."

In a moment, the crowd dispersed.

Wang Da Xiansheng said, "Young man, you strike first; let me see the Young Miss's judgment."

Song Cheng nodded, wasting no words. He swung the long blade in his hand, carrying the wind and thunder of a dragon transforming, and a fierce, crushing gleam exploded before the old man's eyes.

A moment ago, Wang Da Xiansheng had only been serious, but the next instant, he felt his scalp tingle and goosebumps rose instantly.

He was like a traveler encountering a tiger in a deep forest; shock exploded in his heart, and his body instinctively reacted. He hurriedly channeled his power, his two forces intertwining, and he desperately tried to draw his blade to meet the incoming gleam.

Slap! His blade failed to leave its sheath, and his hand felt a sharp pain.

Looking up, he saw the youth's blade pressing down on the back of his hand like a mountain.

His hand could not move even a fraction.

And the youth's blade had not even been drawn from its sheath.

In the spring breeze, the black cloth fluttered violently. The youth's expression was calm, and though his face was clearly looking straight at him, it gave Wang Da Xiansheng a sense of being looked down upon from a high position.

Wang Da Xiansheng knew the gap in their strength. His Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes were wide with disbelief, but in the end, his lips trembled a few times. He loosened his five fingers, lowered his head in silence, and after a long while, bitterly said, "I have lost."

Song Cheng said, "Since you have come from afar as guests, it is better not to draw blades."

He sheathed his blade, clapped his hands, and said indifferently, "Serve tea, welcome the guests."

The servants who were gathering saw this scene and hurriedly obeyed his orders to go brew tea.

(End of chapter)