Chapter 89: Episodes 93, 94: Full Power, Ling'er Steps Forward, Traveling Together as Immortals, Not Ghosts (Big Chapter, Please Sub

Early morning.

Sunlight accompanied by a cold wind fell from the sky, causing the withered branches of the An Mansion to tremble and sway.

After waking up early, Song Cheng felt his Qi and blood surging, brewing a strange, inexplicable fire within him.

Consequently, he performed a set of "old man's boxing" in the courtyard to vent this fire, and only when his heart was calm did he pick up a jar of fine wine carefully prepared by the Ruyi Chamber of Commerce, intending to spend half the day at White Camel Manor.

Ouyang Sha loved to drink, so he brought wine.

When the two drank together, they never discussed cultivation techniques or martial arts.

Both men knew it clearly in their hearts.

Song Cheng came simply to take a look at the Qi Realm cultivation techniques of White Camel Manor.

Ouyang Sha did not bring up cultivation techniques simply because he did not want to spar with Song Cheng.

This existence known as Laoduwu, after thinking seriously, felt that the Big Hall Master, the elders of the Mountain and River Martial Arts Hall admitting defeat, and the title of "North Land Blade King" held by Song Xiazi were not fake.

He had also been conflicted these past few days.

Just think about it: a master who is very likely stronger than you comes to your house every few days, polite and courteous, bringing the wine you like to drink with you—what is this called? This is called "offering a toast."

But there is another saying: "refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit."

Although this master never seemed to show any intention of making White Camel Manor drink a "forfeit," this feeling was always there.

Huahaifang and the An Mansion were not far apart, so Song Cheng did not take a carriage; he simply carried the wine jar and headed out.

Along the way, people on the street greeted him one after another.

"Song the Second, good morning."

"Second Master, drinking so early?"

"What do you know? This is the Second Master's heroic spirit; he has an appointment with that Manor Master."

After the Battle of the Northern Barbarians, the three major forces that had been hidden beneath the Prefecture City had already surfaced.

Now, anyone with a bit of insight knew who the true master of this land was.

Therefore, the Second Master's status was similar to that of a prince in Huangcheng.

Just as he was thinking this, a familiar voice suddenly came from afar.

"Big Brother!"

It was Zhao Hua's voice.

Turning his head to look, he saw that the silhouettes of those riding horses on the road were all familiar.

Before he could speak, the group of people had already cupped their hands and called out, "Greetings, Second Master."

Song Cheng cupped his hands in return.

This group of people was precisely the martial arts hall masters from the south of Shanghe County who had once formed a Blood Alliance with him and An Chenyu.

Times had changed and his status had risen significantly, so with just a single greeting, he had allowed Zhao Hua to successfully bring these old masters over; those willing to continue running martial arts halls could do so, and those who were not could work directly at the Ruyi Chamber of Commerce with Zhao Hua, which could be considered fulfilling his original promise.

He would not forget those who had helped him when others helped him.

Even if he could not offer a helping hand at the time, once he had the opportunity, he would always act.

The Ruyi Chamber of Commerce had helped him, and now this chamber of commerce had expanded by an unknown number of times.

These old masters from the south of the city had helped him, and now he not only helped these martial arts halls preserve their seeds of martial arts but also brought them over from Shanghe County.

"Brother Zhao.

Xiong Dashi!

Master Wang!"

Song Cheng called out their names one by one in a hearty manner, but as he called them, he realized someone was missing, so he asked, "Where are Chen Shifu of the Feilun Martial Arts Hall and Xu Shifu of the Giant Axe Martial Arts Hall?"

Zhao Hua leaned in and said softly, "Big Brother, Chen Shifu was old and passed away after a fierce battle. Xu Shifu died on the battlefield."

Song Cheng patted his shoulder, pursed his lips, and nodded to show his mourning, then said, "Masters, live well and eat well here. If there is anything that is not going smoothly, come directly to the An Mansion to find me, little Song."

"Many thanks, Second Master!"

"You are too kind, Second Master!"

The former old masters did not dare to be presumptuous in the slightest; Zhao Laoyezi did not dare to accept the "Brother" title Song Cheng called him, and the others did not even dare to mention the Blood Alliance from back then.

Being able to invest in Song Cheng and receive such a huge and generous return had far exceeded their imagination.

This process was something the old masters had originally thought would take ten or even decades to complete, but they had not expected it to take only half a year... the blind man of the An Family had already become Song the Second of the Mountain and River Martial Arts Hall.

Bidding farewell to this group, Song Cheng walked a few more steps, then suddenly stopped again, looking over with curiosity.

Not far away, he saw ox carts clattering, lined up in a row, yet the ox carts were empty.

Song Cheng waved his hand.

The ox cart driver stopped, ran over hurriedly, and asked respectfully, "Second Master, what is it?"

Song Cheng asked, "Why are you leaving the city with empty carts?"

The driver smiled and said, "The immortals in the temple notified us, saying that corpses cannot be left in the wild, and neither earth burial nor sky burial will do; we are going to pull them together for cremation."

Immortals in the temple?

Song Cheng was stunned, then immediately realized this was referring to his wife.

"Hmm, be careful and stay safe."

"Alright, thank you, Second Master." The driver bowed again and returned to his work.

Song Cheng thought to himself that after drinking today, he might as well take a trip to the temple; he hadn't seen his wife in a few days. Besides this, he had been in a state of clearing his heart and calming his spirit for the past few days, and he was feeling a bit stifled.

As for Ying'er, Ying'er was ultimately An Jie's maid; if An Jie had just become pregnant, he would go straight to find Ying'er, but he was afraid of hurting An Jie's heart.

Eating, lust, and cultivation were basically the things he had to do every day... as for holding power and management, he got a headache just looking at them.

He was not good at these things, nor was he keen on them.

It was only his two wives who would bury themselves in the work, one busy with the chamber of commerce, and the other busy with Zhushan Temple.

Therefore, even as "Song the Second" of the Mountain River Martial Arts Hall, he did not hold any official position.

As for the title of King of Blades of the North Land, it had not brought him a single challenge to this day.

Some unconvinced people of the jianghu were initially full of ambition, saying, "A blind man of only eighteen, how impressive can he really be?" But in the end, the moment they arrived at the entrance of the Mountain River Martial Arts Hall with their letters of challenge, their legs went weak; the imposing aura of the Mountain River Martial Arts Hall, this great power, directly overwhelmed them.

If someone summoned the courage to roar a few times, "I want to challenge Song Cheng," the martial arts hall disciples nearby would directly ask, "What is your realm?" The person would say, "Jin Realm," and then be met with boisterous laughter from the disciples; some disciples would even laugh until tears fell, and later, some would mock, "A mere Jin Realm, go, go, go."

And so, that person would leave sheepishly.

As a top-tier "Jin Realm Martial Artist" in the county, one was nothing in front of this number one power in the Prefecture City, let alone that King of Blades of the North Land.

The disciples of the Mountain River Martial Arts Hall had also wildly doubted it, feeling that it was simply impossible; how could a seventeen or eighteen-year-old blind youth be so fierce? But after witnessing Song Cheng's strength with their own eyes, those doubts had long since turned into fanatical worship.

If someone was truly a brute and overestimated their own abilities, a Mountain River Martial Arts Hall disciple would step out to spar with them, and nine times out of ten, that brute would be no match and subsequently be tossed out.

If one truly wanted to challenge Song Cheng, it was not something just any Tom, Dick, or Harry could do.

If one could not even reach Song Cheng, how could one speak of a challenge?

While thinking this, Song Cheng had already arrived at the entrance of Huahaifang, and he smiled as he lifted the wine jar.

The White Camel Manor disciples at the entrance hurriedly said, "Second Master, please come in."

An Mansion.

An Chenyu held her abdomen slightly, feeling a bit nauseated, then immediately took a few deep breaths to suppress it.

She looked up at the two maidservants in front of her.

Ying'er, in a silver sword robe, was upright and cold, her eyes hiding frost, as if rejecting all men from a thousand miles away;

Ling'er, in pink clothes, was coquettish and lovely, ripe in all the right places, like a honey peach hanging on a branch.

She thought of her man's bitter struggle and silence these days, leaned into the two women's ears, and whispered instructions.

Ying'er's face turned red in a "flash," but she nodded.

As for Ling'er, her heart pounded like a little deer, and then she also nodded.

After An Chenyu left, Ling'er's heart was still racing; she pulled on Ying'er, stuck out two cute fingers, and shook them slightly, saying, "Yingying, can the Master handle two in one night?"

Ying'er did not speak; her heart was also beating quite fast at this moment.

Not to mention anything else, just from the perspective of improving cultivation, she also quite hoped to have her Qi and blood cleared by the Master using secret methods; she had learned of this from Tong Niangzi.

However, she had never thought about sharing a husband with Ling'er.

During that process, would she and Ling'er also press against each other? Ling'er said, "Who should go with the Master first? By the way, is the Master's thing scary... How about this? Let's go with the Master together. Like this, like that, then do that, and then you do this and I do that..."

Ying'er blushed and ran away.

"Yingying, Yingying," Ling'er called out.

But Ying'er was, after all, a simple swordswoman; how could she have heard such "filthy words" from Ling'er, who was "full of dirty water"? She had only heard a few words of what Ling'er just said before she felt her heart pounding wildly, as if it were about to burst out of her throat, and her whole mind was left with only three words.

Shameless! But although it was shameless, she also had a feeling of vaguely wanting to try it.

Ling'er stood where she was, her heart also burning like a flame; she twisted her legs tightly and breathed heavily.

She truly wanted to be with the Master.

Bang. The wine bowl clinked softly.

Ouyang Sha, the Manor Master of White Camel Manor, in a white robe, raised his cup, gestured, and then drank it all in one gulp.

The youth opposite also finished his in one gulp.

The two were sitting in a pavilion.

Outside the pavilion, six pretty dancing girls held their wide sleeves, their silk shawls like clouds, twisting and swaying, dancing gracefully to the elegant music.

The musicians played the flute and zither, with ups and downs, flowing like water, all showing the style of masters.

Facing such a scene, Song Cheng wore a smile.

Ouyang Sha finally could not help but ask curiously, "Brother Song, what can you see? What can you hear?"

Song Cheng said, "The music enters my ears like celestial sounds, the wide sleeves dancing surpass a painting."

Ouyang Sha smiled lightly and said, "Brother Song, you are truly a remarkable person."

He closed his eyes, but finally decided to speak plainly: "But even so, it is impossible to see the secret manual of my White Camel Manor just like this."

Song Cheng said, "Actually, besides the 'Xuanwu Body', I have another unique skill..."

"Oh?" Ouyang Sha was stunned for a moment.

Song Cheng said, "If Manor Master Ouyang does not mind, I can demonstrate it for you here."

"Straightforward!"

Ouyang Sha praised, then clapped his hands and said, "Everyone, disperse."

The dancers and musicians stopped their performance, bowed gracefully, and then dispersed.

Song Cheng went outside the pavilion, set up his starting stance, and then began to practice the forms.

His 'Xuanwu True Form' covered nine forms, and he had fully mastered the forms of the "White Camel Manor, Mountain River Martial Arts Hall, and Zhushan Temple"; although he had not formed the Qi-armor that covered his whole body like the "Xuanwu Body", it was all-encompassing and completely coherent.

As soon as he started, he deliberately chose the "downstream" forms of the White Camel Manor's 'Grass Sea Startled Snake Form', practicing three sets of forms in one go, seamlessly connected and perfectly smooth.

When he finished, he used his fingers as a blade, slashing into the void, and the Qi-armor slashed out like thunder.

Ouyang Sha stared fixedly at his movements, a complex and pleasantly surprised expression appearing in his eyes.

As a great expert like him, he had already discovered that the technique Song Cheng demonstrated could completely and significantly increase the power of the 'Grass Sea Startled Snake Form'.

On the other side, after Song Cheng finished practicing a set, he bowed and said, "Manor Master, you only need to read it once and perform it once, and I will offer the technique I just used with both hands."

This time, Ouyang Sha did not refuse directly, but frowned and began to ponder.

Song Cheng's method was too tempting for him.

But immediately, he became suspicious: "Back then, my manor once lent half a volume of the 'Grass Sea Startled Snake Form' to Shi Yi..."

Song Cheng said frankly, "I have not seen that technique. The method I am practicing now is obtained from memory; could it be that it overlaps with your manor's method?"

He admitted it now, just to trick the County Magistrate and County Lieutenant of Shanghe County to their deaths.

Ouyang Sha said: "Repeat? Not exactly, I was just asking casually."

He shook his head inwardly, casting aside his previous suspicions, thinking it was just a coincidence; after all, what kind of monster in this world could happen to create a corresponding follow-up technique just by bumping into the "Grass Sea Startled Snake Form" in his manor?

Seeing his hesitation, Song Cheng struck while the iron was hot: "Manor Master, we are currently surrounded by powerful enemies, and the Ghost Tide is surging. Having one more bit of strength means one more hope for survival."

"I swear, the technique imparted to me by Manor Master Ouyang will never reach the ears of a second person. If I break this vow, may inner demons plague me, and may my cultivation never advance an inch."

If it were a time of peace, Ouyang Sha certainly would not have made the trade.

But now, he also knew the situation.

For any faction, only by constantly strengthening itself can it increase its hope of survival.

Besides... Ouyang Sha suddenly stared at Song Cheng and said: "Let's have a spar, let me see."

Song Cheng smiled and said: "Yes."

A moment later.

Ouyang Sha looked at this youth with the eyes of someone looking at a monster.

He had lost.

Lost completely.

The name of a prodigy was well-deserved.

This Manor Master suddenly said: "If you want to be my son-in-law now, I would still welcome it."

Song Cheng laughed: "My wife and I are deeply in love, and she is with child, so I hope the Manor Master will forgive me."

If not necessary, never add more.

This was his way of choosing a partner.

Ouyang Sha looked at him.

He sighed: "Fine, fine. To have a monster like you, rare in a thousand years, learn it, is not a disgrace to my Ouyang family's techniques."

"As for what you said about reading it once and performing it once, there is no need."

"I will teach you myself, just to build a good connection."

Song Cheng thanked him repeatedly.

Shortly after, the two took turns, one teaching and one listening.

After a while, this reversed.

It continued like this until evening without stopping.

After Ouyang Sha handed the technique to Song Cheng, he took out brush and ink on the spot.

Song Cheng recited, and he wrote it down himself.

Afterward, they busied themselves until late into the night.

When Ouyang Sha set down the last character and spread it out to scan it carefully, he said with pleasant surprise: "Brother Song's method is truly marvelous! You are truly fated with my Ouyang family."

Song Cheng smiled: "I have received the technique from Manor Master Ouyang, and I also feel incredibly close to you."

Ouyang Sha suddenly said: "Since we are fated, why not become sworn brothers?"

As a major faction, having their secret techniques leaked out, it would be uncomfortable not to build some kind of relationship.

If marriage was not an option, then they would become sworn brothers.

Song Cheng stood up, performed a salute, and smiled: "I couldn't ask for more... but..."

"But what?" Ouyang Sha asked.

Song Cheng said: "I have a sworn younger brother named Zhao Hua, I wonder..."

Ouyang Sha did not recall such a person, but since he was Song Cheng's sworn brother and Song Cheng had brought him up separately, he thought for a moment and said: "Fine, let's include him."

Song Cheng said: "Many thanks, Big Brother."

He had a plan in mind.

If he himself could not marry into the Ouyang family, he wondered if Huazi could.

Even if he couldn't, it didn't matter.

Huazi was very good at handling people and was a genius of the gray Domain. The Ouyang family was in a similar situation, so the two sides should be quite compatible.

Hearing him call him "Big Brother," Ouyang Sha laughed: "Good, good, good, then let's do it together. The plum blossoms in my courtyard are blooming just right, with red and white plum blossoms vying for beauty. We shall hold the ceremony in the plum grove tomorrow."

"Yes, Big Brother."

Afterward, Ouyang Sha arranged a carriage and had the Young Manor Master, his son, personally take Song Cheng back to the An Mansion.

Song Cheng got off the carriage, and the Young Manor Master respectfully bid him farewell.

Only then did Song Cheng suddenly remember that he had originally intended to go to Zhushan Temple to find Tong Niangzi today.

And now it was already late into the night. 'I'll go tomorrow morning.'

Song Cheng was in quite a pleasant mood today.

He glanced at his panel, and the 【Technique】 column had an extra line of information: Nine Poisons Secret Canon (Yellow Grade Grade A) (Not Yet Initiated (0/16)), and his probability of deducing the "Xuanwu True Form" had changed from the original "6.4 per thousand" to "12.8 per thousand."

This had barely reached the threshold where he could attempt a deduction.

If he could fully cultivate the superior techniques for both the "Nine Poisons Secret Canon" and the "Xuanwu True Form," he would have almost completely digested all the power he could currently handle.

After that, it would be a matter of finding more low-level techniques to perfect his own power system.

At the same time, he had to find a way to see if he could come into contact with "Xuan" grade power.

Taking a deep breath, Song Cheng walked into the An Mansion.

In front of the mansion, lanterns swayed gently in the cold wind, and the blood-red light spilled onto the bluestone path outside like splashes of water, revealing a somewhat glaring, vivid red and a chill.

The waning moon was like a hook, casting down strands of ink-like, gloomy radiance.

A guard in the mansion approached fawningly and said: "Son-in-law, Temple Master Tong has just returned."

Song Cheng was stunned and asked: "How long has she been back?"

The guard said, "It will only take the time of one incense stick."

Song Cheng nodded.

His mood grew increasingly pleasant, and he thought to himself, "I never expected that Jia Er and I would still have such a telepathic connection; I had only just thought of going to find her, and she has already come to find me."

A wave of heat surged from his abdomen, and he quickened his pace, wanting to spend this beautiful evening with Tong Niangzi.

He arrived at the back courtyard, familiar with the path.

He pushed the door open and entered, intending to look for Tong Niangzi, but discovered there was no need to look at all.

In his Heart Eye, the bean-sized flame in the tea pavilion was dancing eerily, yet it emitted a vast radiance that caused the entire courtyard to take on a strange sense of dynamic movement, as if the pavilion shadows were swaying and human shadows were twisting; inside the tea pavilion, two women were sitting, and two women were standing.

One of those sitting was wrapped in a padded coat, her face cold and glamorous—it was Young Miss.

One was wearing gauze clothing, carrying a staff-sword on her back, and was graceful and curvaceous—yet it was actually Tong Niangzi!

Of those standing, one was wrapped in a sword robe, her face like frost—it was Ying'er.

One was tea-like and pretentious, soft and seductive—it was Ling'er.

Among them, Young Miss, Ying'er, and Ling'er were watching as if bewitched while the gauze-clad Tong Niangzi drew something on paper.

The gauze-clad Tong Niangzi was sketching with her brush while giggling, as if saying something.

Song Cheng's heart suddenly tightened.

A strong sense of oddity pierced him like needle points.

Gauze clothing?

Tong Niangzi's way of dressing was usually on the conservative side; even in summer, she would carefully pull her collar straight, never letting the flesh beneath her neck be exposed for others to see.

How could a woman like her wear such a seductive style of clothing?

Song Cheng suddenly raised his head and scanned the data above the four women's heads.

Young Miss, Ying'er, and Ling'er were all normal.

But the data above Tong Niangzi's head was incomparably strange: in the 【Strength】 column, two sets of data were overlapping:

One was 【Strength: 31~56】; this was Tong Niangzi's. With the best resources and Song Cheng's help, Tong Niangzi's cultivation speed was extremely fast.

The other was 【Strength: 0 (435)~0 (870)】.

This data... was much stronger than his! And in the favorability section, there were also two sets of data overlapping:

One was 【Favorability: 100】.

There was another one: 【Favorability: 40】.

Song Cheng's heart suddenly pounded wildly.

Several pieces of information flashed by rapidly, accompanied by chaotic judgments and images.

"Suddenly returned," "time of one incense stick," "drawing pictures"... "Tong Niangzi has a problem."

"Zhushan Temple?"

"Giant Youhu?"

"It looks like, no matter what she is doing, it might not be finished yet."

"Stop her!!"

The thoughts flashed by rapidly, and Song Cheng walked just as fast.

He stepped forward quickly and said, "Niangzi, you returned without even telling me."

The four women, however, paid him no mind at all, as if bewitched, their eyes staring straight at what Tong Niangzi was drawing.

And the speed at which Tong Niangzi moved her brush was getting faster and faster.

Song Cheng did not wait; he stepped on the ground, like a goshawk flying swiftly through the night wind, and charged over.

As he charged, it felt as if he had rushed into some strange spiritual water wave, but just like in the illusion of Lady Zhushan, he did not suffer any influence.

No sooner said than done, Song Cheng first hooked Young Miss, then immediately hugged and grabbed, also hugging Ying'er and grabbing Ling'er.

He then landed slowly and set the three women down.

"An Jie, An Jie!"

Song Cheng called out anxiously twice.

However, it was Ying'er on the other side who woke up first; she looked at Song Cheng in astonishment and said, "Master, I... why am I in your arms?"

Following that, An Chenyu and Ling'er also slowly woke up; both women had a sense of confusion, as if waking from a Dream.

Afterward, the four of them looked at Tong Niangzi in the pavilion at the same time.

An Chenyu said hurriedly, "Little Song, Jia Er is acting strangely today; her gaze is wrong, and the clothes she is wearing are red gauze—she..."

Before she could finish, Tong Niangzi seductively crossed her legs, rested her chin on her hand, leaned forward, looked at the four people opposite her with charm, and said flippantly, "Yo, the man is back."

Song Cheng narrowed his eyes and looked at the data opposite him: 【Strength: 0 (435)~0 (870)】

【Favorability: 40】

He suddenly asked a question that a normal person would absolutely never ask in this situation and atmosphere: "In the middle of the night, is Senior hungry?"

Tong Niangzi was stunned, then said in a charming voice, "Yo, how thoughtful, you even care if I'm hungry?"

Song Cheng began to introduce, "There are quite a few delicious things in the Prefecture City. I'm the type of person who, when I have nothing to do, just loves a good bite to eat. The Eight-Treasure Whole Lamb from the south of the city, the Flaming Golden-Clad Beef from the east of the city, Beggar Chicken..."

He listed them like he was counting his family treasures.

And when he mentioned "Beggar Chicken," he clearly felt Tong Niangzi swallow her saliva, the kind that goes "slurp," and those fox-like eyes narrowed and tilted upward.

Song Cheng said, "Senior, we don't have any enmity, do we?

Today you came to my house, so you can be considered a guest.

That we could meet can also be considered fate.

Otherwise, why did you meet me instead of meeting someone else?

Whatever you need, Senior, just say it plainly; I, Little Song, will definitely help you if I can."

"You're good, I'm good; if we can reach a win-win, let's not have any conflict, alright?"

An Chenyu: Ying'er: Ling'er: Tong Niangzi: After a long while, Tong Niangzi giggled and said, "Do you know who I am? And you dare speak like that?"

Song Cheng said, "Fox Immortal, am I right?"

Tong Niangzi:???

Her expression suddenly tightened, she stopped laughing, and said directly, "Fine, the first thing: get me an ordinary person. Just one from this courtyard; I don't want anyone from elsewhere."

"I know you are not simple; you might even meet my requirements. Therefore, I definitely need a woman who has a close relationship with you."

As she spoke, her gaze shifted eerily, sweeping over Ling'er.

Ling'er was so scared she took a step back.

But Tong Niangzi did not linger on her, instead sweeping over to An Chenyu, settling there, and then laughing with a seductive voice.

Song Cheng's expression changed slowly.

And just at this moment, Ling'er, who had been retreating, had some unknown lapse in judgment; she suddenly took a step forward and said, "I, I can do it."

Tong Niangzi giggled and said, "You?"

"You and your master's husband are not close enough. I don't want you."

"Then... in this courtyard, the only ones who can be chosen are..."

Before the words were finished, Song Cheng suddenly pulled Ling'er over and kissed her deeply.

Ling'er was stunned, but closed her eyes and enjoyed it.

A moment later, Song Cheng let go and said, "It's just that Jia Er doesn't know about it yet."

Ling'er, blushing, followed behind, clenching her small fists and shouting, "Yes!"

She had really gone all out today.

She had always seen things very clearly: in this courtyard, there was actually no place for her, because she had once betrayed the Young Miss and had also played the antagonist against the master's husband; the fact that she could be here at all was actually quite difficult.

However, if she left this courtyard, where else could she go?

She did not want to leave.

Although she wasn't smart, her character was lacking, and she had no martial arts, she had thought it over and finally understood: she had feelings for the Young Miss, for Ying'er, and for the master's husband too—she wanted to integrate into this place.

Now, Tong Niangzi had been possessed by the "Fox Immortal mentioned by the master's husband."

Although she didn't know what a Fox Immortal was, the Fox Immortal had specifically named that she wanted an ordinary person from this courtyard.

And the only ordinary people here were her and the Young Miss.

She had to step forward!

After thinking, she shouted again, "The master's husband has a mole on the inside of his thigh, I—I saw it when I got close!"

Song Cheng:. Ying'er:. An Chenyu: "You still don't believe me? I'll go do it with the master's husband right now for you to see!" Ling'er was clearly trying to prove that "she was qualified to take the blow for An Daxiaojie," but as she spoke, she became excited herself.

Song Cheng glanced at the maid, then looked at the gauze-clad Tong Niangzi and said, "What exactly does the senior intend to do?"

The gauze-clad Tong Niangzi said, "Rest assured, it won't cost you your life. If you are truly willing to cooperate, I can even give you benefits."

As she spoke, she beckoned to Ling'er and said, "Forget it, come here."

Ling'er looked lingeringly at Song Cheng, An Chenyu, and Ying'er, bowed deeply, and said, "Ling'er is going."

Song Cheng watched the gauze-clad Tong Niangzi.

That favorability rating was changing from "40" to "50."

He nodded at Ling'er.

In an occasion where it was "either An Jie or Ling'er," he naturally could only choose Ling'er.

This was cruel, because no one knew what Ling'er would face.

But he could only make this choice.

Otherwise, was he supposed to throw a tantrum like a brat, roar "I'm not choosing anyone, get out," and then fight to the death with Tong Niangzi, after which Tong Niangzi would be severely injured, or killed by him, or killed by the Fox Immortal? He would become increasingly impotent and furious, cursing and shouting various threats, and then end up in a life-or-death struggle with this mysterious Fox Immortal? He had long passed the age of being hot-blooded and desperate.

Furthermore, analyzing from his perspective, this mysterious Fox Immortal was nine times out of ten the source of the power of the Lady of Zhushan, just that he didn't know how Tong Niangzi had released it. Harming people? Not necessarily.

At this time, Ling'er took a deep breath, walked quickly forward, and as soon as she entered the range of the tea shed, her body suddenly stiffened, as if she had fallen into an illusion; she sat down obediently beside the gauze-clad Tong Niangzi as if bewitched, focusing intently on watching her continue the unfinished painting on the paper.

Song Cheng shielded An Daxiaojie and Ying'er behind him, observing carefully while his thoughts raced like lightning.

At first, he had actually thought that the "Youhu visualized by the Lady of Zhushan" was a Ghost, after all, "medicine people are similar to ghost servants" and "illusions are similar to Chongxian," which was very much like a Ghost.

But now, looking at that line of normal-colored "【Strength: 0 (435)~0 (870)】," he began to realize that this might not be a Ghost. Instead, it was the power of the Mysterious Grade.

The physical body was hidden somewhere, while the Soul had entered someone else's body; even though it wasn't a Ghost, it possessed power similar to a Ghost.

Is this what the Mysterious Grade is?

Regarding the existence of this realm, he was completely clueless.

Let alone him, even the Big Hall Master did not know.

However, he could see that this "Fox Immortal" was an "Immortal" and not a "Ghost," but that did not mean others could see it.

The "talent for displaying data" brought him many invisible conveniences, and identifying the other party's identity through color was one of them.

But if Song Cheng could not see the colors, he would likely not believe that "this thing" was not a Ghost no matter what.

Different judgments lead to different results.

It was precisely because the Fox Immortal was an "Immortal" and not a "Ghost" that Song Cheng chose to attempt cooperation.

He had too many doubts.

But having one more friend is always better than having one more enemy.

After a moment, Tong Niangzi's body tilted and she slumped over the table.

The two layers of data above her head had already disappeared.

And on the other side, Ling'er stood up.

The two lines of data indicated that Ling'er had not met with any mishap.

Song Cheng moved his body, pulled Tong Niangzi back, and then handed her over to Ying'er.

Ling'er said, "What are you waiting for? East of the city, Beggar Chicken."

Her appearance was still the same, but her temperament had changed—alluring, domineering, and indifferent, as if she were high above, issuing orders.

Young Miss An, Ying'er looked at Song Cheng nervously.

Song Cheng said, "I'm afraid the Fox Immortal senior will be staying at my home from now on; it's fine."

As his voice fell, the favorability rating of the Fox Immortal above Ling'er's head jumped to 60; clearly, this Fox Immortal had not expected to encounter a human who was so sensible and so unafraid of her.

Afterwards, Song Cheng summoned a carriage driver and said, "Go to the Shangpin Weizhen Pavilion in the east of the city."

He and the Fox Immortal then sat together inside the pitch-black carriage cabin.

The wheels turned; on the long journey in the darkness, the Fox Immortal kept staring at Song Cheng.

But the young blind man had his eyes wrapped in black cloth, leaning against the carriage wall in the most comfortable and relaxed posture.

The Fox Immortal waved her hand, and the entire carriage was placed in a strange fluctuation; the driver would not be able to hear any conversation between the two.

Song Cheng felt this fluctuation and spoke first, saying in a gentle voice, "Little Song is willing to treat the Fox Immortal lord to chicken every day."

"You're sensible.

Much better than Madam Zhushan."

The Fox Immortal replied.

She felt quite good about this young man.

Originally, she had been prepared to have a fierce fight today, but she hadn't expected that no fight would break out, and they would just go straight to eat.

Song Cheng smiled gently and said, "Senior, could you tell me the story between you and Grandma?"

The Fox Immortal let out a cold snort and then said, "It wouldn't hurt to let you know."

Having said that, she began to narrate.

She did not introduce her own origins, but generally said that Madam Zhushan had unintentionally encountered her divine statue in a dilapidated temple in the wilderness, prayed to her, and meditated upon her; after she manifested, she promised her many things. Thus, she gave Madam Zhushan knowledge and power, but Madam Zhushan betrayed her. Not only did she stop communicating with her, but she even destroyed her divine statue and used a special method to blur the meditation painting that could connect to her.

Song Cheng did not feel comfortable asking what Madam Zhushan had experienced.

But in his heart, he thought: 'If Madam Zhushan hadn't suffered great tragedy because of the power you gave her, would she have done that?'

And as for the various processes, he had also generally sorted them out, and understood the reason why Madam Zhushan was so secretive.

Madam Zhushan felt that this Fox Immortal was a Ghost.

She borrowed the power of a Ghost, so she was an ominous person, but in fact, this was a misunderstanding.

Therefore, he said it directly: "Grandma sealed you because she must have thought you were an evil Ghost."

The Fox Immortal looked at him with interest: "Am I not?"

Song Cheng said: "You are an Immortal, not a Ghost."

The Fox Immortal laughed, "Hehehe."

Song Cheng said: "Are there still Immortals like you?"

The Fox Immortal said: "Mortals, do not ask!"

Song Cheng was not angry either, and said with a smile: "Alright, let's eat chicken first."

(End of this chapter)