Chapter 84: 83, 84 Winter Court Snow, Little Temple Master, He Practices the Hundred Jins and Hundred Forms (Big Chapter, Please Sub

Besides cultivating, Song Cheng had also been worrying about one thing: were the Ghosts waiting for an opportunity?

Would they first release some weaker Ghosts to lull Lady Zhushan into a false sense of security, then, when she was not paying attention, suddenly send out a wave of "trump-card Ghosts" to swiftly behead her with the force of wind and thunder, and afterwards destroy the Soul-refiners of the Prefecture City?

If he were controlling the Ghosts, he would do exactly that.

However, even if the Ghosts did this, there should still be some room for flexibility, because his own strength was certainly not included in their calculations.

After all, he was so inconspicuous, just a blind man who happened to be in the "Form" realm.

This "information gap" was enough to compensate for that risk.

But Song Cheng waited and waited, and the Ghosts came fewer and fewer.

The Barbarian Army, however, was quite numerous, circling the three passes every few days to engage in repeated tug-of-war sieges.

Both sides piled up flesh and blood, fighting each other to the death.

Lady Zhushan had sent all her medicine-men to the front lines, and the residents of the Prefecture City were also providing all kinds of help outside the city gates, united as one; the Barbarian Army was beaten back several times and temporarily stopped coming.

And the "trump-card Ghosts" that Song Cheng had been waiting for indeed did not appear.

Not only that, it seemed they did not intend to appear at all.

The Ghosts he and Lady Zhushan had faced the first time were perhaps already the Ghosts' ultimate kill.

Later, Song Cheng thought about it again.

He felt it actually made sense.

Ghosts were formed when people who were alone encountered evil spirits.

The strength of these people could double, triple, or even quadruple; ordinary people could even reach ten times their original strength.

During the last Ghost Tide, the beheading of a lone "Jin Realm" expert was already the limit.

Therefore, this time, many of the "Form" realm Ghosts he and Lady Zhushan encountered were actually already the strongest among the Ghosts.

As for "Form" realm experts? These were already figures at the level of Internal Affairs Envoys and External Affairs Envoys of major factions; which of them was not well-informed, and which of them did not usually sit in the cities with the most abundant Yang energy and the tightest defenses? How could they be killed by a Ghost Tide while outside? As for those above the "Form" realm, they did not exist at all.

Thinking of this, the youth suddenly thought of a terrifying thing: if, in this battle between the Great Shang and the North Barbarians, an expert above the "Form" realm died, what would the result be?

What would happen?

Would an unknown existence beyond the "Form" realm be born? Would it?

A sense of gravity rose in Song Cheng's heart; he always had a premonition: his premonition would come true.

Therefore, he went directly to find Lady Zhushan.

Out of respect for him being Tong Jia's man, the Lady no longer treated him with much coldness.

The Lady herself was a cold, even heartless person, and cold people actually always need sunlight. A girl who was full of life, who could cry, laugh, and make a scene—a normal, or even ordinary girl—could become this sunlight.

Even if she did not admit it, she doted on Tong Jia as if she were her own granddaughter.

Although there might be countless such girls in the world, who let her only form a bond with Tong Jia? This was a ray of sunlight that could shine into the coldest part of her heart.

Therefore, seeing this partner who was merely a "stranger" to her visit him proactively and abruptly, she was not angry, but only asked: "Little Song, what is it?"

Song Cheng got straight to the point and said directly: "Will the Big Hall Master of the Mountain and River Martial Hall, the Manor Master of White Camel Manor, or people like them, die on the battlefield?"

Lady Zhushan understood his meaning instantly.

She tucked her hands into her sleeves, held them slightly at her lower abdomen, walked a few steps while dragging her heavy, earthy-colored robe, and then said: "No one can stop a war."

"The battlefield is a place to vent hatred, not a place to reason."

"The barbarians slaughtered the people of a county in my Hanping Prefecture; it is a blood feud. Which man of Great Shang does not want to peel their skin and eat their flesh?"

"And the barbarians, affected by the great changes in the North Land, are crazily moving south; those who were angrily beheaded by the men of my Great Shang were their heroes."

"Even if everything you say is correct and reasonable, it is useless."

"Which side will stop to listen to your bullshit logic? Furthermore, you must first make a sound, letting everyone sit down calmly and rationally to listen to you."

"You must make the Ghosts in the midst of this stop causing trouble."

"But is that possible?"

"Building trust is difficult, but destroying trust may only take the act of killing one person."

"In a peace conference during a tense atmosphere, a single assassination is enough to collapse the hard-won trust to the point where it can never be restored."

"All I can do is wait until after the war and use my medicine to let people see the truth of the war."

"As long as my medicine is slightly diluted into water, it can make the Ghosts who drink it reveal their true forms."

"But if I want to make everyone believe me, I still need to go to many, many places personally. In those places, each has a complex situation, each is a place where human hearts and ghostly schemes are intertwined, and each is full of the pressure of survival and hatred."

"This is also very difficult, but at least it can be done."

"But during wartime, it cannot be done."

Song Cheng fell silent.

He suddenly remembered Yun E.

He remembered the villagers who had gone mad.

The evil of the human heart, the intertwining of desires, and that terrifying blood-red color permeating the air... Is the battlefield also blood-red?

If a Taboo is to be formed, it will bewitch everyone's heart.

Is it destined?

Lady Zhushan said again: "Little Song, actually, I have already thought about these things you are worried about. Whether it is the Big Hall Master or Laoduwu, I have clearly told them these principles. I told them that if they truly encounter a critical moment, even if their subordinates are all dead, they must not die."

"Mm."

The youth nodded.

What other way is there?

The Barbarian Army besieged the city, and small groups of cavalry carrying magical beasts of birds and beasts cut through, making the cities completely isolated from one another.

And the Ghosts' meddling made the hatred between the two sides deeper and deeper.

Unless someone could walk out alone with a blade, invincible, killing gods if they block the way and killing Buddhas if they block the way, killing all the Ghosts they see, and using powerful force to force everyone to sit down properly and talk properly.

Otherwise, forget it.

"I shall take my leave first."

Song Cheng felt an increasing sense of respect for Lady Zhushan in his heart.

This woman had mental issues, but the things she did were not problematic.

At the end of summer, the forces from various prefectures in the Zhoucheng finally mobilized from all sides, coordinating with Hanping Prefecture, the Six Towns, and the Northern Barbarians to begin a great slaughter.

The battlefield also expanded from the original Hanping Prefecture to many more regions.

One bloody battle after another left behind one corpse after another, and also left behind one heroic and praiseworthy deed after another.

However, heroic Souls never return to their homeland.

The cold, gloomy soil swallowed them.

Song Cheng could not concern himself with matters on the battlefield, nor could he do so; as for what he could suggest or think of, Lady Zhushan had already done the work beforehand.

Song Cheng, meanwhile, cultivated on one hand while fulfilling his own duties on the other.

He helped General Yuan at the East City pass to rout small groups of barbarian troops, and General Yuan also gained more and more experience, confidence, and growth through one skirmish after another;

He helped Lady Zhushan hack and kill Ghost servants; no matter the time, as long as Lady Zhushan called him, he would go without a word, grabbing his saber to follow her; and when barbarian troops raided other city gates, he was also often pulled up in the middle of the night to go and provide support, afterwards eating a steamed bun on the post-battle city wall and bragging with the common soldiers on the wall.

He was stained with a bit of wind and frost.

And the people of Hanping Prefecture also grew accustomed to and accepted him as the "An Family son-in-law," "Lady Zhushan's partner," and "Mr. Song of the Mountain and River Martial Arts Hall."

Perhaps compared to him, the one who truly stole the limelight was his wife—Tong Jia.

Tong Niangzi successfully refined a Pill to treat Rotten Poison, saved the son of the Internal Affairs Commissioner Shi, and was revered by him as a benefactor.

And, the reputation of the "Little Temple Master" suddenly spread everywhere.

As everyone knew, Tong Jia was the only disciple of "Lady Zhushan," and the power of Zhushan Temple was actually passed down through a single lineage; Tong Jia, this "lone seedling," had also accidentally obtained this title.

Lady Zhushan loathed men and was unwilling to treat men, but she did not impose such requirements on Tong Niangzi.

For a time, the An Mansion was bustling with visitors.

But because Tong Niangzi still had to study medicine and cultivate saber techniques, she only spent one or two hours a day seeing patients.

But even so, in the Jianghu, she was already called the Little Temple Master.

In the Prefecture City, she was the Divine Doctor Tong.

Because she was a Divine Doctor, Tong Jia slowly noticed some ailments in Young Miss An.

Tong Jia found an opportunity and proposed the suggestion of sleeping together.

If it were at the beginning, the three of them might have had some hesitation.

But this time, Young Miss An actually did not refuse.

Why?

They were simply together less and apart more.

Tong Jia might have to stay up all night refining Pills, because the refining time for some Pills was extremely long;

Song Cheng might have to guard the city wall all night or accompany Lady Zhushan out to kill incoming Ghost servants;

An Chenyu was even busier; she was a merchant. She saw the influence and opportunities the An Family had in the Prefecture City, and also noticed the shift in her own man's thinking. Thus, her plan to "move south" temporarily became a backup plan; with the addition of the "Zhushan Temple channel," she seized the opportunity to expand, annexing quite a few forces, restaurants, and breweries in business.

She did not let go of any upstream or downstream industries related to food.

In this situation, it was not strange for her to be busy all night and not return, or to lie directly on the desk when sleepy and tired.

Thus, if they were unlucky, the three of them often would not see each other for several days at a time.

Therefore, the three of them were all quite willing to "sleep together."

This night, autumn had already arrived, and the three of them lay on the same couch for the first time.

The novel attempt brought a new interest to the old married couple.

Originally there were no shy emotions, but because there were three of them, they arose again.

After a brief moment of reserve, the atmosphere began to "twist." "Sister An, your legs are so tender."

It was hard to imagine that this was said by Tong Niangzi.

"How can you be as light-bodied as a little enchantress like you?"

Young Miss An did not want to be outdone; although Tong Niangzi's legs were indeed not as fair as hers, she still found a tricky angle and said, "Little Song just likes you on top, but as for me, he dislikes it."

The two women were separated by Song Cheng.

Song Cheng saw the two women talking, turned over, and hugged one. Amidst continuous shrieks, the night burned up.

Long after the matter was done.

Song Cheng held Tong Niangzi with his left hand and hugged Young Miss An with his right.

The two women, one tall and one petite, clung to him on the left and right.

Tong Niangzi could not help but nudge Song Cheng and said, "Little Song, help Sister An regulate her body, just like how you cleared the channels for me."

Song Cheng was stunned for a moment.

Now that Tong Jia's medical skills had improved significantly, did her saying this mean that An Chenyu's body had a major hidden illness?

Just as he was thinking, on the other side, An Chenyu lowered her eyes and said calmly, "Sister Jia Er must have seen it.

That's right, my body had some problems from birth.

When I first noticed it, I thought it was because I was depressed in the An Family when I was young, and my body was thin and weak, which led to a poor constitution.

Later, I also tried every possible way to cultivate, hoping to strengthen my body, but after barely practicing a bit of strength, there was no further progress.

After becoming the President of the Ruyi Chamber of Commerce, I sought out doctors from all sides, took the initiative to explain the situation, and wanted to be treated, wanting to see if there was any way, but the answer I finally found was that my innate vital energy was damaged.

That is to say, I was injured while I was still in my mother's womb.

I later found out that it was the eldest mistress who made a move against my mother; she secretly poisoned her, wanting to make my mother have a miscarriage, although it failed, I was born with damage."

The Young Miss leaned in a little closer, placed her hands on Song Cheng's cheeks, and said with a smile, "It's fine, Little Song, what's the big deal? The doctor said that although I was damaged at birth, as long as I eat well, living for several decades is still no problem."

"So many years, that is already enough. I can be a good head of the family, a wife, a mother. I am very happy."

Tong Niangzi suddenly said, "An Jie, how will you know if you don't try? Teacher is very skilled; insufficient innate primordial Qi may not necessarily be impossible to supplement with postnatal medicine. What's more, you have me, a doctor, taking your pulse and watching over you every day."

Song Cheng said, "Jia Er is right. An Jie, don't give up yourself either. Jia Er will regulate you, and I will clear your body. No matter how busy you are every day, you must come back to eat on time, you are not allowed to stay up late, and you must still practice."

Young Miss An was stunned for a moment, buried her head in the young man's embrace, and said with a smile, "Fine, fine, fine, I will listen to you both."

Facts proved that with the three of them sleeping together, the pillow talk they had originally grown tired of became rich again.

Originally, Song Cheng would only chat with Young Miss An about things like "relocation, development, and the situation outside," and would only flirt with Tong Xiaoniangzi.

But now, the topics had suddenly increased.

And the mode of pillow talk changed from "Song Cheng and the two women" to "between the two women."

Song Cheng quite liked listening to the two women chatting away, and he would listen from the side, occasionally interjecting a few sentences.

This atmosphere made him feel an indescribable warmth and peace of mind.

The topics the two women chatted about were very broad.

One moment,

Young Miss An would ask Tong Niangzi for advice on how to nourish her body, and would also ask how to make that part grow larger.

Tong Niangzi would giggle and say, "An Jie is already very large."

An Chenyu would retort, "Not as large as you."

The two women would then mutter and ask Song Cheng to be a judge.

One moment,

Young Miss An said that in a few days she could purchase a large medical clinic, renovate it, and dedicate it to Tong Niangzi's use.

But Tong Niangzi refused, the reason being that as the teacher's partner, she had to be at the An Mansion at all times, and since she needed to study, it was not appropriate for her to run off to a clinic.

She was still the teacher's student now, and the main things she had to do were studying medicine and refining Pills.

One moment,

The two women chatted again about who would give birth to a child first.

Regarding this matter, both women had actually thought about it in their hearts.

Being married to their husband but never having conceived was not a good look in the eyes of others.

Moreover, in this day and age, if a woman were as old as An Chenyu, she would have already given birth long ago. Tong Jia, being younger, was naturally still fine.

After chatting, Tong Jia complained, saying she was currently obsessed with cultivation and studying medicine, and was so busy every day that she had no time to stop for a year or a year and a half to give birth to offspring. Although An Chenyu was also busy, these days, she had already begun to slowly let go of her duties.

Zhao Hua grabbed Old Master An, who "had already lost his head and was calling Zhao Hua 'Big Brother'," and pushed him to take over.

Besides this, there were also some clansmen of the An Family who were close to An Chenyu and had some ability.

Delegating power gave An Chenyu more time.

Because of this, she turned into a little medicine person, taking the primordial-supplementing potion Tong Niangzi brewed for her every morning; and in the evening, she would return home early to practice the *Fuliu Jin Jin Blade*, the prerequisite technique for *Fuliu Jin Jin Jin*; at night, she would lie on the couch, letting little Song ride her as he cleared her body.

Song Cheng was a "monster" who had cultivated the "Jin Realm" to the ultimate level and mastered the "Profound Martial Body."

He knew the human body's flesh and blood structure and the flow of Jin Power like the back of his hand.

He could keep his form motionless while the Jin Power circulated within, using this to cultivate.

To be honest, for anyone, even a fool or a blockhead, as long as they ate the "Blood Dew Pill" that assisted in cultivation and then received Song Cheng's long palm-kneading every night, then... this person could basically achieve "throwing a few punches at will and rapidly improving their cultivation, with a speed much, much faster than the geniuses and monsters of this realm."

Tong Niangzi was this person.

An Chenyu was now one too.

Every night, after Young Miss An finished her cultivation, Song Cheng would have her lie down and then move his fingers over her flesh and blood. He would manually help her cultivate and help her break through certain bottlenecks.

He would move with ease, and Young Miss An would sometimes grit her teeth against the soreness, but after the soreness passed, there would be a feeling of her body being unobstructed and as light as a swallow.

Tong Jia and Song Cheng, one regulated Young Miss An from the inside with medicine, and the other assisted from the outside with an extremely rich Jin Realm cultivation.

With the best efforts of her good sister and her husband, An Chenyu truly felt her body getting better, and she was full of energy every day.

Insufficient innate primordial Qi could not stump the cooperation of a "divine doctor" and "little Song."

Although the North Land was a battlefield and although there was a siege outside the city, some things seemed destined and difficult to change.

But that did not include this little family.

An Chenyu's "innate deficiency" was not destined.

She was recovering.

Everything in this little family was improving.

The two women chatted about the matter of children for a long time.

Song Cheng also wanted children.

However, he did not urge them.

No matter who he indicated he wanted to have a child with, it would put a lot of pressure on the other person.

Therefore, he would only wait quietly.

And one night, Tong Niangzi was refining a Pill.

An Chenyu was lying on the couch with her man, and she finally made a decision.

"Little Song, once the situation outside stabilizes a little, I will give birth to a child for you."

The Young Miss wanted to be Lady Song.

"It's just that I don't know if it will drag down your cultivation?

I heard that a Martial Artist needs to be single-minded, and if there are more worries about children, will you be affected?

I heard others say that you have entered the Form Realm; at your age, being able to enter it, you must be a genius.

There are also people who say you came from some great family in the Central Plains and only lost your memory, because Form Realm techniques are only possessed by some great powers or hidden powers and are very precious; it is impossible for you to have learned them for no reason.

Then if your memory returns, will you regret it?"

It is precisely because Young Miss wants to be Mrs. Song that she worries about Mr. Song all the more.

She knows that in these chaotic times, only the more powerful Song Cheng becomes will this household remain stable.

She also knows that Song Cheng, this "martial arts monster" with terrifying aptitude who has lost his memory and is blind, likely has a background and karma so vast that it is beyond what her small border-city family can bear.

She fears that everything she has experienced is but a Dream.

If Song Cheng were to recover his memory, then all she has experienced would likely be like flowers in a mirror and the moon in the water—all for naught.

Only then did Song Cheng realize he had hidden too many things from Young Miss.

And so, he began to smile.

If it were Tong Niangzi, she would surely have been pinching her fists to pummel him by now, then taken advantage of the situation to loom over the youth with her petite frame and demand a "full confession."

But Young Miss looked at him nervously and full of worry, her sandalwood lips trembling as she asked, "Y-your memory, has it returned?"

Song Cheng smiled and said, "An Jie, you must have heard the news about me being from a great Central Plains family from rumors outside, right?"

"Mountain and River Martial Hall, External Affairs Envoy Hong." Young Miss stated the source of the information directly.

"Then An Jie, please keep it a secret for me." Song Cheng leaned in close, pressing against her ear; the strands of hair tickled him, and An Jie felt a tickle from his exhaled breath as well.

Song Cheng said, "There is no great family at all, nor is there any so-called memory loss. There are always people in this world who can learn without a teacher and advance a thousand miles in a day. After all this time, does An Jie still not understand me?

I am a man without a past; all the past I have experienced has been with Tong Niangzi and with An Jie."

"Really?"

"If I lie to An Jie, may I be struck by lightning."

Before he could finish his oath, Young Miss covered his mouth directly.

Her apricot eyes were moist and gentle, looking at him with tender affection.

Young Miss buried her head in his chest and whispered, "Then the situation is stable, we don't need to flee, and I will bear you children and be Mrs. Song."

Her fair face flushed hot, and her long legs subconsciously wrapped around him again; although it was still just a rehearsal, both were exceptionally immersed, as if that day had already arrived.

A long time passed.

It subsided.

In the darkness, a topic that had never appeared before finally arose.

"Do you want a boy or a girl?"

"I like both."

"Then what about names? If we have a boy, what will he be called, and a girl?"

Song Cheng looked at the courtyard.

At this moment, autumn had passed, and early winter snow was falling in flurries, covering the courtyard.

His keen sense of smell allowed him to catch the cold fragrance drifting in through the gaps.

The courtyard had plum blossoms, a tea shed, the side rooms where Ying'er and Ling'er lived, and the most important memories since he had transmigrated.

The courtyard was warm, beautiful, and peaceful; no matter how many trivial matters existed outside, as long as he came to this magical courtyard, those would all subside, and his heart would grow tranquil.

"Let's call him A Ting."

"Song Ting?"

"No, the 'Ting' of courtyard, the 'Ting' of family."

"Song Ting."

"Mm, Song Ting, A Ting."

An unfamiliar name, a person who did not yet exist in this world, yet it had already made the two of them begin to look forward to it.

After another long while, An Chenyu suddenly looked steadily at Song Cheng and blurted out, "Little Song, tell me honestly, what is your true strength? Every time you cover for me, I am very surprised.

Yet every time, I also discover that although you covered for me, you didn't cover for me completely."

"Speak! What is your true strength?"

Young Miss grabbed Song Cheng by the waist, her tone carrying a bit of a young girl's coquettishness and willfulness, "I even suspect that you are an existence above the Form Realm.

That realm is called Qi, right? At Form Realm Completion, one can form protective true energy.

Once one breaks through again, it is the release of Qi currents, killing with a flick of a finger and manipulating objects through the air.

At Completion, one can even manifest an external phantom."

With someone as knowledgeable as Lady Zhushan around, the three of them had long understood the existence and manifestations of the "Qi Realm," not to mention that Song Cheng himself had seen the Mountain and River Martial Hall's remaining Second Elder control Qi to kill enemies while supporting the North City gate.

He had estimated that the Second Elder's Qi would not be able to break his defense.

Even if he stood there, eyes closed, legs crossed, and let the Second Elder attack with all his might, the Second Elder would likely be unable to harm him in the slightest.

But what realm was he in?

Song Cheng glanced at the panel: 【Name: Song Cheng】

【Talent: Chang Sheng Bu Lao】

【Add Points: 781 points】

【Realm: Yellow Grade Grade B】

【Techniques】

Xuanwu True Form (Nine Forms) (Completion) Xuanwu Body (Perfect) 【Skills】

Xuanwu Four Styles (Yellow Grade Grade B) (Blade and Shield) (Style 1 Shadowless, Style 2 Jiaoshan, Style 3 Immovable, Style 4 Nightmare Dream) (Completion) Pear Blossom Thousand Hands (Yellow Grade Grade B) (Completion) 【Ghost Tower Visualization】

Eighth Layer Ghost Art: Black Heaven (0/0)

【Taboo】

1. Blessing of the Drowned Ghost 2. Peering of the Skin Ghost. He had grown low-key for half a year, from summer to winter, not causing trouble, not vying for fame, not seeking hegemony, not fighting fiercely, and being polite to everyone; even when going to the street to eat noodles, he would chat happily with the noodle shop owner about how "the noodles are fragrant this year."

And during these past six months, he had adopted almost every method he could think of to silently become stronger.

He deduced the four energies of "Black Turtle, Savage Bear, Whale Song, and Cleave" into the Four Forms, evolving them into the nine-form "Xuanwu True Form."

He had his Soul leave his body, supplemented the "Grass Sea Startled Snake Form" of White Camel Manor, secretly learned the "Old Ape Moving Mountain Form" of the Mountain and River Martial Arts Hall, and even integrated the "Whale Swallowing Canghai Form" of Zhushan Temple into the "Gang Qi Power System" around his body.

Although he had not reached the level of the "Black Tortoise Body," the ultimate of the "Jin Power System," he had already reached a level others could hardly imagine.

As for the "Black Tortoise Four Styles," they were moves realized as the number of Forms increased.

The "Pear Blossom Thousand Hands" was slowly deduced by Song Cheng from the ordinary Yellow Grade Grade D skill "Pear Blossom Flying Needle," first into "Rainstorm Pear Blossom," and then into this "Pear Blossom Thousand Hands."

And his strength had also changed from "189~378" five months ago to "240~480."

Besides this, he also had "781" points of spare points.

After that, it was "increasing the probability of deducing Yellow Grade Grade A cultivation methods," "being able to read the faction-guarding cultivation methods of the Mountain and River Martial Arts Hall and White Camel Manor," and "studying as many Form Realm cultivation methods as possible to let the 'Black Tortoise Nine Forms' reach the ultimate level like the 'Black Tortoise Body'."

781 points of spare points were enough for him to reach Completion rapidly once he upgraded.

"What realm is it, tell me, you tell me."

The cold and glamorous Young Miss became willful and coquettish.

Song Cheng said shamefully: "An Jie, it really is just the Form Realm."

"Oh."

An Daxiaojie let out a sigh of relief, then said, "It seems you aren't monstrous enough yet."

Song Cheng hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, yes, An Jie is right to lecture me; this young man still needs to learn with humility and will not be arrogant or complacent."

"Smooth talker." An Daxiaojie glared at him and said fiercely: "Confess honestly, what realm is it exactly. I always feel you are more than just the Form Realm."

Song Cheng thought for a moment and said: "An Jie, everyone else has one Jin, one Form, right?"

An Daxiaojie pondered: "As far as I know, there are those with two Jins or three Jins, but those with two Forms are rare."

Song Cheng said calmly: "I practice a hundred Jins, a hundred Forms."

An Daxiaojie:???????

Song Cheng raised his hand, channeling Jin and Gang, rushing it to two fingers.

Those two fingers immediately became dark, but not the dull, clumsy kind of darkness, but a vast darkness like clouds floating in the night sky, which made one think of the divine Buddha fingers of Jue Jin Jin Jin on the mountain.

These two fingers contained the Black Tortoise Hundred Jins inside and were wrapped in Nine Gangs outside.

With both fingers together, they already surpassed the weapons Song Cheng had seen; even a mechanical blade could not compare to them.

Therefore, at this very moment, he held no blade and gripped no shield, yet his strength data was still "240~480."

Because his two fingers were the blade, and his palms were the shield.

Of course, there was still the issue of consumption, so it was better to carry a pair of weapons if possible, but if an enemy worked hard to knock away or smash those weapons, they would find that Song Cheng without weapons was even more powerful.

An Daxiaojie naturally could not understand the logic behind it, but she gently stroked those two fingers, looked at the night-sky-like luster, and suddenly laughed, and while laughing, said: "My man is truly useful."

Song Cheng put away his power, held the mother of the future child named "A Ting," and slowly fell asleep.

Outside the window, snow fell layer after layer.

On the front lines, the war situation had stabilized.

Winter arrived, and snow fell.

Both sides wanted to call a truce.

Because both sides noticed that the strange and cold feeling had begun to appear again.

The Imperial Court was composed of the Divine Weapon Hall and the Star Gazing Tower, so it had deep research into celestial phenomena.

The Imperial Court had once explained the four seasons.

They said, "After winter enters, the human world is furthest from the sun and closest to the Great Yin, so it is cold; after summer enters, the human world is closest to the sun and furthest from the Great Yin, so it is warm. Spring and autumn are merely the cycle between winter and summer."

These words might have been nothing in previous years.

But at the beginning of this year, the Ghost Tide appeared on an unprecedented scale and lasted for nearly forty days! So what about this winter?

What would this winter be like?

Many times, whether it was the Great Shang army or the northern barbarians, they would stand by the battlefield covered in corpses, feeling terrified and hair-raising.

The soil burying countless corpses seemed to be drifting with grim haze, black smoke rising like twisted water weeds, like the long hair of the drowned, their heroic Souls not returning to their homeland but wanting to form evil Ghosts.

This soil was no longer normal.

Both sides finally decided that it was better to talk.

The negotiation location was set at the boundary of the two battlefields—Lu Yu Shan.

(End of chapter)