Chapter 90: 95, 96 The Catastrophe Approaches, Maxing Out the Fox Immortal's Favor (Large Chapter, Seeking Subscriptions)

Prefecture City, east of the city, Shangpin Weizhen Pavilion.

The restaurant, which had long since closed for the night, had miraculously opened its doors; the cooks and waiters were busy inside, working with great fervor. Even though it was the middle of the night and the surroundings were pitch black with thousands of households fast asleep, the restaurant was as bustling as if it were just the beginning of the evening, full of the warmth of life.

The power of authority is immense; when Song Cheng and the Fox Immortal set out from the An Mansion by carriage, he had long since sent someone to ride at full speed to notify the restaurant.

However, he did not let the restaurant suffer a loss.

This meal was calculated at ten times the usual price.

Therefore, when the two carriages slowly came to a stop, a red carpet had already been laid out in front of Shangpin Weizhen Pavilion, and waiters and maids were shuttling back and forth inside, while strings of lanterns illuminated the surroundings as if it were broad daylight.

The fragrant aroma had long since wafted out from the restaurant.

The Fox Immortal happily stepped off the carriage and went with Song Cheng to the private room with the best view in the restaurant.

Immediately, Beggar Chicken and the restaurant's signature dishes were served one after another.

Honestly, Song Cheng had never used the privilege of being "Song the Second of the Mountain and River Martial Arts Hall" himself; using it today, he really felt like a local emperor.

"Please, eat," Song Cheng gestured, then asked, "Do you need me to test for poison?"

The Fox Immortal said, "If there were poison, it would be to poison your woman."

Song Cheng smiled.

The Fox Immortal cracked open the mud shell of a Beggar Chicken, and an exotic fragrance assailed her nostrils.

She took a deep, intoxicated breath, then began to feast heartily.

Song Cheng looked at the data overlapping above Ling'er's head: 【Strength: 0 (435) ~ 0 (870)】.

This data indicated that this "Fox Immortal in a Soul state" only had a strength of "0~0" in terms of Yang energy, but her true Yang energy strength was "435~870".

Thus, the Fox Immortal must still have a real physical body somewhere.

Song Cheng pondered this, but he did not take the initiative to bring up the topic.

In the room, there was only the sound of the Fox Immortal "smacking" as she ate the chicken, her greasy little mouth and rolling eyeballs showing she was eating with great joy.

Song Cheng suddenly said, "Too much!"

The Fox Immortal rolled her charming eyes, swept a glance at the blind man opposite her, and did not understand what he meant.

Song Cheng said indignantly, "To actually let Sister Fox Immortal go hungry, what kind of person could have the heart to do such a thing?!"

The Fox Immortal had not expected him to say this; for a moment, she blinked in a daze, and even the action of eating the chicken in her mouth stopped, her whole person in a state of "stillness in a non-still picture."

After a full two or three breaths, she continued to chew with a "crunch, crunch" sound, while saying indistinctly, "My surname is Su."

Song Cheng said decisively, "Sister Su."

Su Huxian seemed to be full and satisfied; she suddenly revealed a pitiful and mournful expression, then said, "Do you want to hear the story of a little fox? That little fox was not a fox immortal."

Song Cheng nodded.

Su Huxian began to tell it slowly.

"That was a poor little fox; it huddled on a deep, bitter winter night, watching as it was about to freeze to death, when a warm hand reached out to hold it, then brought it back to a Daoist Temple.

The one who saved it was a young Daoist priest; the little priest recited scriptures, and it listened to the scriptures by his side, as year after year passed.

Perhaps the Daoist Temple was in a place with deep, auspicious fortune, or perhaps the little fox learned Daoist spells along with him; slowly, it actually took human form, changing from a little fox into a beautiful young girl.

The young girl clung to the Daoist priest, who was no longer young.

But the Daoist priest paid her no mind at all.

Yet the more this was so, the more the young girl became obsessed with that Daoist priest.

Humans and demons cannot coexist; finally, one day, the Daoist priest drove away the young girl who had been transformed from the fox.

And the fox girl traveled outside in sorrow.

Day after day... until the catastrophe finally arrived.

It was an overwhelming Ghost Tide.

In her panic and helplessness, the little fox went to that Daoist Temple again and saw that Daoist priest.

The two ran and ran and ran, fleeing until they reached a Ghost River.

The Daoist priest said the Ghost River was the edge of the catastrophe; as long as they swam across it, they could enter another continent.

However, to swim across the Ghost River required sufficient strength.

The Daoist priest performed Daoist Temple spells, transferring all his strength to the little fox, and then told the little fox to flee.

The little fox asked the Daoist priest if he loved her.

The Daoist priest said it was merely for the sake of kindness.

The little fox was too stupid back then; she didn't know that the Daoist priest might not have been telling the truth. She ran and ran in sorrow, ran to the edge of the Ghost River, and swam across the Ghost River; she swam and swam, finally arriving at a strange place, a safe place, before her consciousness was about to dissipate.

But the little fox's body had completely disappeared; she could only recover her Soul bit by bit.

Relying on manifesting, she slowly let the local villagers build an Ancestral Hall for her.

The accumulated incense fire allowed her Soul to recover at a faster speed.

But one day, war arrived; the villagers fled, leaving only that empty Ancestral Hall behind.

The little fox waited and waited and waited, finally waiting for a chubby young girl again.

The young girl worshipped her, made a wish, and made a promise to her.

The naive little fox believed that young girl.

But in the end, she helped the young girl fulfill her wish, yet that young girl betrayed her.

The young girl pushed over the statue, destroyed the Ancestral Hall, and even soaked the only portrait of the little fox in medicinal water until it rotted.

The little fox could only wait, until someone else could see her again."

Su Huxian sounded more and more pitiful as she spoke.

Song Cheng, however, felt very awkward listening.

Why awkward?

It's fake.

If it were someone else, they would surely have been deceived by this Fox Immortal, believing this to be the Fox Immortal's own experience.

However, he can see the data.

Such massive data is displayed: 【Strength: 0 (435)~0 (870)】

The Fox Immortal's Soul state is: 0~0.

If she truly had no physical shell, the data "435~870" at the end would not exist.

This data only depends on a "physical body."

Regarding this point, Song Cheng had been clear for a long time.

The physical body is Yang, the Soul is Yin.

Without a physical body, where would such strong strength come from? Su Huxian had merely performed an out-of-body experience, then occupied Tong Niangzi's body in a rush through some unknown method, but she quickly discovered that Tong Niangzi was a Martial Artist, and this type of bodily environment made her uncomfortable, which is why she hurriedly sought out and changed into the body of an ordinary person, then went out to eat and drink.

The Soul and the physical body are a matched set.

A Martial Artist's body naturally makes an external Soul uncomfortable.

But then again, Su Huxian had spun a whole bunch of ghost stories, telling them with great emotion and looking pitiful, so there was no reason for him, Song Cheng, to be able to detect any flaws.

He took another glance at Su Huxian's Favorability.

After eating chicken together and listening to stories, this Favorability had already reached 70.

"That"

Song Cheng thought for a moment, then recalled his most sorrowful and painful emotions, then his Adam's apple bobbed, he raised his hand to rub his eyes through the black cloth, and said with a slightly choked voice: "I didn't expect Sister Su to have such an experience."

"You're crying?"

Su Huxian was secretly delighted; her Favorability "pop" jumped from 70 to 75. Perhaps even she hadn't expected her fabricated emotional appeal to achieve such an effect.

She rubbed her eyes, looking pitiful, and then said with red eyes: "So, will you help me? You are the second person in such a long time who has trusted me so much and been so good to me."

Song Cheng understood that the first was the Daoist in the story Su Huxian had made up; she was really getting into character.

Su Huxian rested her chin on her hand, looked at him, and said with a sobbing tone: "I don't want what happened in my kingdom to happen here again, so I want to suppress the Ghost, I want to avenge that Daoist. You are a powerful Martial Artist, come with me."

Song Cheng wore the look of a new-era wimp and said mournfully: "But... what can we do? Suppression, how is that possible?"

Su Huxian said: "We will kill our way through; I will cast spells to suppress them. You only need to protect me until I find the source of the Ghost, then listen to my commands."

Song Cheng:... He said: "We can't beat them, absolutely cannot beat them."

Su Huxian said: "But this world will be destroyed because of this, I... I don't want to see all that happen. The people of this kingdom don't want to see it either. If that day comes, corpses will litter the fields and the people will suffer. Can you bear to see it?"

She lowered her head and eyes, looking pitiful, her whole body radiating a strange charm.

With the nation and a beauty at stake, if it were someone else, they might have agreed.

Song Cheng, however, also looked pitiful and said in a complaining voice: "I cannot bear it. But if I die, the child in my wife's womb will have no father, and that child will grow up living in the discrimination of others. One child after another will call out and shout, pointing at him saying 'no daddy, no daddy, no daddy.' I... I cannot be so selfish."

He rubbed his hair, looking somewhat distressed and struggling, as if he were already deeply caught up in it.

Just kidding, she hadn't said a single true word; it was clearly lacking in sincerity.

Moreover, with this kind of rhetoric, it would be impossible to say she wasn't harboring ulterior motives.

However, this talk of "suppressing the Ghost" was the first time he had heard it.

How to suppress it?

Su Huxian said again: "It won't be like that. Let me tell you, early-stage Ghosts are nothing special; they just cannot be eliminated. You are a Qi Realm expert, and the North Land Blade King, the number one in this Prefecture City, right? There is no one more suitable than you. You only need to use your Yang Qi to help me hold on for a while longer, and I will be able to seal the Ghost."

Song Cheng was stunned.

Fine.

"Suppress" had turned into "seal."

It really is a different story every minute, how casual.

He made a mournful face and said shamelessly: "But they aren't early-stage Ghosts; some of them are very ancient. They are too strong, and compared to them, I am still just a child."

Su Huxian was full of patience, also mourning with her voice, wiping away tears, and determination appeared in her eyes again as she said: "Although they are ancient, as long as the catastrophe has not arrived, being ancient does not necessarily mean being powerful. But now, the Ghosts have already begun to devour each other, the catastrophe has already begun, a new Ghost River will form, and our kingdom will also cease to exist. Someone must always step forward. Song Cheng, stop hiding; this is your destiny."

The two were chatting rapidly.

Each was better at complaining than the other.

You bring up national sentiment, I bring up family affection.

You play the victim, I also wail.

It was truly a case of meeting one's match, a general encountering a talented soldier, soldiers coming to block and water coming to cover.

But no matter what Su Huxian said, Song Cheng simply wouldn't fall for it.

It's a simple principle: you have a stronger body yourself, why don't you go yourself, why must you drag me in?

Su Huxian continued to perform.

But no matter how dry her mouth got from talking, Song Cheng remained unmoved.

Just at this moment, the sound of a rooster crowing suddenly came from afar, the sky was about to brighten... the two had been eating for a long time without realizing it.

Su Huxian said helplessly: "Daytime is here, your little woman should be coming back, but when night falls, it will be me again. Think about it carefully yourself; we don't have much time left."

Song Cheng glanced at Su Huxian's "75" Favorability. He said to himself: 'Before the Favorability reaches 90, I will absolutely not believe a single word from the Fox Immortal.'

He set his strategy.

Regardless of whether what you say makes sense, as long as your Favorability toward me isn't high, I won't believe you.

The degree of closeness varies, and the information that can be revealed is naturally different.

At this moment, he felt even more deeply how useful his "Display Data Talent" was.

If it were someone else, they would either have suspected the Fox Immortal was a Ghost earlier, or they would be so bewildered by the Fox Immortal's trickery now that they wouldn't know which way was up.

After a while, the sky gradually turned white.

The Fox Immortal rested her chin on her hand, looking at the sky outside, and suddenly her whole body went limp.

However, the overlapping data remained, only Ling'er's "1~1" data was slightly brighter, occupying the primary position. This meant that although the consciousness of this body had switched back to Ling'er, the Fox Immortal was still sleeping inside Ling'er's body and had not left.

Song Cheng revealed a thoughtful look; where on his face was there any trace of the misery from when he was comparing hardships with the Fox Immortal?

He was very puzzled in his heart: why would the Fox Immortal not return to her own body, but instead insist on lingering in someone else's?

He glanced at Ling'er and took off the robe he was wearing, draping it over the little tea girl's shoulders.

This time, it truly was not easy for the little tea girl to be able to step forward.

Song Cheng walked out of the private room with a leisurely stride and leaned against the railing to look down.

A man in fine clothes hurried over and said respectfully, "Second Master, are you satisfied with the taste?"

This was precisely the owner of Shangpin Weizhen Pavilion.

Song Cheng said, "Not bad. Afterward, even when you close for the night, keep some people in the shop, because I might come by in the middle of the night often."

That owner nodded repeatedly in agreement.

And just at this moment, movement came from inside the room.

The owner took his leave.

Ling'er walked out in a daze, scanned the surroundings, then fixed her gaze on Song Cheng and called out, "Master."

Song Cheng turned his head, smiled at her, and said, "Let's go home."

Ling'er glanced left and right, noticed that Song Cheng's clothes were still draped over her shoulders, pursed her lips and smiled, then asked again: "Last night, what happened to me?"

The Fox Immortal had not said she wanted to hide it from Ling'er, so Song Cheng picked out some parts and told her what he had told the little tea girl.

The carriage drove through the bustling streets of the Prefecture City in the early morning, and it was a long time before it returned to the An Family in the West City District.

Upon asking, Tong Niangzi had already returned to the temple early in the morning, as many Zhushan Temple disciples and officials from various places had come to wait since dawn.

And Tong Niangzi had left a letter for Song Cheng.

The letter roughly recounted what she had encountered yesterday, and then said she would later have Chen Ji, the master of the Medicine Hall of Zhushan Temple, quietly bring the Zhushan Meditation Method.

With such a major event having occurred, she naturally would no longer hide the meditation method.

On the other side, the Mountain and River Martial Arts Hall had also long heard of this matter; although the various elders had already left, the Big Hall Master was still sitting in command here, and at this time, he had personally run over to ask what was going on.

Ling'er was already so sleepy she couldn't hold on, and she kept dozing off at Song Cheng's side.

Song Cheng waved his hand, and Ling'er hurried back to her room and fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillow.

In the reception hall, "Big Hall Master" Tie Zhenyi asked with a serious expression: "Junior Brother, what exactly is going on?"

Song Cheng did not hide anything either and told him about last night's events in one go; as for the story of the Fox Immortal, he only roughly mentioned something like "claiming to come from another kingdom beyond the Ghost River, but it has not been verified."

After speaking, he asked: "Senior Brother, what do you think?"

"Fox Immortal..." Tie Zhenyi's expression was grave as he muttered, "I have long known that Lady Zhushan's soul-refining method was not simple, but I never expected it would actually involve an Immortal. To be honest, I have never heard of an Immortal."

Song Cheng suddenly said: "Senior Brother, could the reason the Divine Weapon Hall and the Star Gazing Tower are able to become the Imperial Court be because of Immortals?"

Tie Zhenyi pondered for a long time, then shook his head, but immediately fell into deep thought and said: "If one were to truly say there are Immortals, there have indeed been some legends in this world."

"What legends?"

Tie Zhenyi said: "I have heard that there is a Martial Temple in Huangcheng, and I have also heard talk of becoming an Immortal at the Martial Temple.

Besides Huangcheng, some factions' Ancestral Halls have also reported talk of manifestations.

But these..."

He fell silent, pondering his own Ancestral Hall.

An Ancestral Hall has always enshrined the sect's own founders; what is placed on the shrine are spirit tablets, and in the small grave mounds beneath the shrine, the ash urns are stored in order.

The Ancestral Hall of the Mountain and River Martial Arts Hall only emphasizes respecting teachers and the Dao, and no manifestation has ever occurred.

The Big Hall Master thought of these things, and Song Cheng naturally thought of them too.

That day, when Song Cheng joined the sect, he had also bowed in the Ancestral Hall of the Mountain and River Martial Arts Hall.

But there was nothing unusual at all.

Both were clever people, and both were the type to "make bold assumptions and seek verification carefully." At this time, Song Cheng suddenly said: "Could it be that other Ancestral Halls have abnormalities? In this long history, there must have been someone who could break through above the Qi Realm."

Tie Zhenyi pondered for a moment and said: "When the weather warms up a bit, if the Ghost Tide has not yet arrived, I will send people to investigate this matter."

After speaking, he muttered again: "Martial Temple, Ancestral Hall, if there truly still exist some old monsters who haven't died, then calling them Immortals would not be an exaggeration.

Moreover, history is long; besides the existing Martial Temples and Ancestral Halls, there are actually many, many factions submerged in the tides of history that also once had Ancestral Halls.

Their Ancestral Halls, naturally, were submerged along with them."

The air went quiet.

Clearly, this pair of senior and junior brothers had both thought of something.

Tie Zhenyi suddenly changed the subject and laughed: "By the way, didn't you promise to swear brotherhood with Laoduwu today, Junior Brother? Now that you've stayed up all night, can you still go?"

Clearly, his information network was extremely well-developed.

Song Cheng yawned and laughed: "Senior Brother doesn't blame me?"

Tie Zhenyi said sternly: "Both belonging to Hanping Prefecture, we will advance and retreat together sooner or later; Junior Brother swearing brotherhood with him is exactly what I wish for.

If what the Fox Immortal said is accurate, then a catastrophe is truly imminent, and the Mountain and River Martial Arts Hall needs stronger people to take charge.

This future will ultimately be entrusted to you, Junior Brother."

His favorability did not change.

Song Cheng said straightforwardly: "The martial arts hall should still be run by you, Senior Brother. Others might covet your position, but I absolutely will not."

Tie Zhenyi asked curiously: "Why?"

Song Cheng said: "It's tiring.

Just watching my wife busy every day makes me not want to do it."

Tie Zhenyi laughed heartily and said: "A genius like you, Junior Brother, would still be afraid of hardship and fatigue?"

Song Cheng asked in return: "Have you ever slept in, Senior Brother?"

Tie Zhenyi was stunned.

Sleeping in?

This term was so unfamiliar.

Song Cheng asked again: "Does Senior Brother have to oversee the big picture, and does he have to consider many things? Now that you have come to Junior Brother's place, do you still have to go see many people, do many things, handle many problems, and keep the ones you cannot handle in your mind?"

Tie Zhenyi: Song Cheng said: "Junior Brother does not want to."

A somewhat complex smile appeared on Tie Zhenyi's face, and then he said: "Junior Brother is truly an exiled immortal from heaven, a carefree traveler in the human world. Perhaps only with this kind of mindset can one's cultivation progress a thousand miles in a day."

Song Cheng said: "It is just a nature that fears hardship and trouble, Senior Brother, please do not laugh at me."

Food, sex, and cultivation; these were the only three things he wanted to do.

Tie Zhenyi shook his head slightly, not knowing what he was thinking of, and then said: "You go ahead, Senior Brother will take his leave as well. In a few days, when you feel it is appropriate, you can arrange for Senior Brother to meet with Su Huxian."

"I want to ask her some things about the catastrophe."

"She may have told many lies, but I have to care."

Song Cheng nodded, then pulled Zhao Hua along to White Camel Manor, and afterwards, in the plum blossom forest, they paid respects to heaven and earth and became sworn brothers of different surnames.

After the oath was completed, Song Cheng returned directly to the manor.

Zhao Hua actually relied on his own ability to "stick" at White Camel Manor, looking very much like he was going to "mooch a lunch."

To him, his true Big Brother would always be Song Cheng.

Big Brother gave him a platform, how could he not cherish it? After Song Cheng returned to the manor, he ate something hastily, then bathed and changed clothes, preparing to have a good sleep.

In the evening, he still had to deal with Su Huxian.

Likewise, Ling'er was also sleeping.

Song Cheng pushed open the bedroom door, cold wind wrapped in sunlight blew into the room, and he saw a Young Mistress lying in the bedding on the couch; looking at the silhouette, it was Ying'er.

Song Cheng only thought about it briefly and knew why Ying'er was here.

Ying'er and Ling'er were both the personal maids of the Young Miss; to put it another way, these were actually the bedchamber maids of the son-in-law.

When the Young Miss herself was not convenient, or when she wanted to win over the son-in-law's heart, she might agree to let the bedchamber maids accompany the son-in-law.

And as bedchamber maids, while they certainly enjoyed a status "far exceeding ordinary maids" in a certain manor on a daily basis, they also fundamentally had no way to choose other men.

The only one she could be good with was the son-in-law.

After Ying'er had been with the son-in-law last time, although she did not say it out loud, she would think about it when night came.

And at this time, Tong Niangzi was busy and the Young Miss was pregnant; it was exactly the time for her to step forward.

Therefore, even in the daytime, she was not cultivating or working, but lying on the son-in-law's couch, wanting to help the son-in-law and also wanting to soothe the bone-gnawing pain of her own lovesickness.

Consequently, Song Cheng did not stand on ceremony, directly got on the couch, and embraced Ying'er from behind.

He was like a fierce general on the battlefield, holding a dragon spear.

Amidst the wild grass and chaotic army, he killed his way in and out seven times.

Not until the enemy general fell completely to the ground, unable to move anymore, did he suppress his own lingering killing intent and ride his horse back to camp.

However, the blood energy of a Qi Realm Martial Artist was too scorching; even Ying'er could no longer fully resist it.

"Son-in-law, I am fine."

Ying'er's voice was weak, and she still wanted to fight again.

Song Cheng just rubbed her long hair, then said "enough," and immediately lay against her to sleep.

He slept until evening.

He got up and had a light meal.

Song Cheng saw Ling'er.

Two lines of data floated above Ling'er's head.

Song Cheng's thoughts stirred.

The little tea girl had originally been instructed by the Young Miss yesterday, but she had been interrupted by the matter of the fox immortal; today, seeing the son-in-law and seeing Ying'er walk out of the son-in-law's room, she felt it was unfair in her heart, and her eyes seemed to flow with spring water, her heart felt like it was being scratched by a cat, and she squeezed over.

A maid was originally not allowed to sit next to the son-in-law.

Song Cheng, however, pointed to his side and said: "Sit."

The little tea girl shifted her hips and sat beside the son-in-law.

"Have you gotten fatter?" Song Cheng smiled.

Last night he had seen Ling'er eat a lot of Beggar Chicken.

The little tea girl shook her head hurriedly, then said: "Not fatter, and my skin has even gotten better, and there are some changes on my body too."

Song Cheng asked curiously: "What changes?"

The little tea girl bit her lip, her eyes turned slightly, and then she said seductively: "There is no one here, Son-in-law, rub and see for yourself."

Saying this, she proudly puffed out her chest.

Song Cheng was stunned and immediately understood.

He suddenly thought of Lady Zhushan.

The ugly fatness of Lady Zhushan's appearance was only a temporary illusion caused by secret herbal medicine; her true appearance was a plump, delicate, and stunning beauty.

That appearance, only Song Cheng had seen.

But Song Cheng had a scale in his heart.

For a woman like Lady Zhushan who was worthy of respect and whom he did not necessarily have to take, even if she were more beautiful, he did not have any other thoughts.

However, Ling'er was different.

Ling'er was his bedchamber maid to begin with, and serving him during the Young Miss's pregnancy was her duty.

Song Cheng thought for a moment and asked: "What color clothes are you wearing today?"

Ling'er scanned her body and said: "Gauze clothes, red ones; I don't know why I suddenly wanted to wear them."

Song Cheng nodded. He yawned, leaned against the wall, and with a slight movement of his mind, his Soul left his body, quickly sweeping a glance at Ling'er at this moment.

The tea girl, who previously only had above-average looks, felt as if her features were becoming perfect after just one night; the inconspicuous dark tone on her face had turned into a white, delicate luster, the breasts on her chest—which were not lacking in substance—had become a bit plumper, her body was curvaceous, her face was enchanting, and she was wrapped in a gem-red silk dress with slits, with an alluring red gauze draped over the outside.

After his Soul swept a glance, Song Cheng immediately returned to his body.

Suddenly, he understood.

The tea girl might be about to become the second Lady Zhushan.

Or perhaps an even stronger Lady Zhushan.

Then, suddenly, his mind stirred again.

He beckoned and led Ling'er into the room.

The two chatted for a while. Song Cheng saw the two data points above Ling'er's head "flickering," showing a tendency to swap over. He suddenly gave a signal, and Ling'er happily pounced on him.

Then, Song Cheng and this chamber maid began the battle that had been left unfinished with Ying'er earlier.

He had been thinking about how to increase the favorability of "Su Huxian."

Because "Su Huxian" hid a huge secret, and she herself was very likely connected to a force at the "Xuan" level.

Now, the Ghost Tide could erupt at any time, and "Su Huxian" had made some startling remarks.

"Increasing Su Huxian's favorability" to learn more information had become an imminent matter for Song Cheng; it concerned his future choices and how many hardships his little household would experience.

The story Su Huxian told certainly contained lies, but it was not necessarily all lies.

"Catastrophe."

"Mutual devouring."

"New Ghost River."

"Extinction."

"Martial Temple. Ancestral Hall manifestation."

The vocabulary spoken by Su Huxian and some of the terms mentioned by the Big Hall Master during the Daytime filled Song Cheng's mind.

He needed to know more.

Therefore, at this moment, he got intimate with the chamber maid.

As they were getting intimate, he clearly saw the "data" above the chamber maid's head jump abruptly.

The "1~1" belonging to Ling'er dropped down a line.

The "0 (435)~0 (870)" belonging to Su Huxian jumped to the top.

This meant: the sky had turned dark, and the Fox Immortal had descended.

The one Song Cheng was pressing beneath him for pleasure now was not Ling'er, but Su Huxian.

Song Cheng pretended not to know.

But if "Su Huxian's" favorability started to drop, he would stop.

However, strangely, "Su Huxian's" favorability not only did not drop, but it was actually rising.

At the same time, "Su Huxian" was also saying shameful things that could not be heard by outsiders, such as "Good son-in-law, I beg you," "Faster," and "Good son-in-law, I'm dying."

"Su Huxian" was actually pretending that she had not descended.

A long, long time passed... it was the hour of You.

Song Cheng finally stopped, held the "Su Huxian disguised as Ling'er" in his arms, and whispered: "The Fox Immortal will come out in a while, hurry and clean your body; it wouldn't be good if she discovered we just had our fun."

Su Huxian nodded hurriedly, then cleaned her body for a while, and changed back into the alluring red silk dress and white embroidered shoes.

After finishing, she walked outside the door, deliberately gave a shiver, and then turned around in an alluring manner: "Little Song, let's eat chicken."

Song Cheng hurried out, then called for the carriage driver to go to Shangpin Weizhen Pavilion.

The journey was silent.

But Song Cheng clearly saw "Su Huxian's" favorability jump from the original "75" to "80."

The two ate for another night and chatted for another night.

This night, perhaps because of the increase in favorability, Su Huxian did not talk about any Daoist priests, but for the first time mentioned an object—Sun Nine-Pattern Gold.

"Little Song, do you know where the material for the Mechanism Weapon shop comes from?"

"I know, I asked my senior brother. He said that material is a mysterious mineral found in the wild, available in many places, and it is most suitable for casting Mechanism Weapons."

"That is called Void Iron."

Su Huxian revealed it directly, then said, "Void Iron is very rare. This kind of iron has no mining area, but is found by luck. But if Void Iron appears frequently, it means the true catastrophe is approaching."

"And the only possibility to resolve the catastrophe, or the only thing we can do, is to use Sun Nine-Pattern Gold to seal the source of the evil ghosts."

"As for the source of the evil ghosts, it is usually a corpse or a cursed object."

"Find the source of the evil ghosts and seal it into a sealed box made of Sun Nine-Pattern Gold, and the arrival of the catastrophe can be delayed."

Song Cheng thought for a moment and said: "Then where is the Sun Nine-Pattern Gold?"

Su Huxian said: "If you agree to accompany me out of the city to resolve the source of the evil ghosts, you will naturally see it."

A night passed.

The next day, Song Cheng glanced at his accumulated points and cultivation techniques.

【Add Points: 924 points】

【Realm: Yellow Grade Grade A】

【Cultivation Techniques】

Xuanwu True Form (Nine Forms) (Completion) Nine Poisons Secret Canon (Yellow Grade Grade A) (Not Yet Initiated (0/16)) 【Deduction probability for "Xuanwu True Form", 12.8 per thousand】

【Each deduction costs 5 points】

'Wait a bit longer; if I can increase the deduction probability, I can save a large amount of points.'

The young man thought to himself, then wandered around, visited Zhushan Temple and the Mountain River Martial Hall, and half the day had already passed.

In the afternoon, he lay on the couch to rest, with Ying'er by his side.

By evening, he sought out Ling'er as usual, and just as "Ling'er" was about to transform into "Su Huxian," they began their intimacy.

In a moment, "Su Huxian" descended.

This fox immortal pretended to know nothing, continuing to play the part of Ling'er and the young man, having a wonderful time until they were dazed and confused, and in the end, she even said, "Little Song, you really know how to cherish a person; it felt quite comfortable."

Song Cheng was stunned at the time, but he reacted quickly and "slapped" a patch onto Su Huxian.

"Don't learn from An Jie; is 'Little Song' something you can call me? Call me Son-in-law!" Song Cheng said with a straight face.

Su Huxian also seemed startled; upon hearing this, she hurriedly took the opportunity to back down, stuck out her pink little tongue, and said, "Son-in-law, I was wrong; I won't call you that next time."

The beginning of the You hour arrived again, and Su Huxian walked to the courtyard, shook her body, pretended that she had just descended, and then turned around and called out generously, "Little Song, let's go, eat chicken."

For some reason, she felt exceptionally satisfied calling him "Little Song" today.

And today, Su Huxian's favorability rating also changed from "80" to "85."

When they arrived at Shangpin Weizhen Pavilion again, Su Huxian no longer hid the whereabouts of the "Sun Nine-Pattern Gold," saying directly, "The Sun Nine-Pattern Gold is hidden under Zhushan Temple. Zhushan Temple was a site I chose myself; if there wasn't something hidden underneath, why would I have chosen this place?"

"However, Little Song, let me tell you the truth."

"The more ferocious the catastrophe, the more good things will be exposed in the wilderness."

Void Iron and Sun Nine-Pattern Gold are only a very small part; things you haven't even thought of are still to come.

The thing I have hidden under this Zhushan is just startup capital.

You understand, right?"

Song Cheng praised, "Sister Su, brilliant!"

Su Huxian clearly would not reply with "Little Song, hard," but instead coquettishly raised her foxy eyes and said, "That goes without saying."

(End of chapter)