Chapter 91: 97, 98 Heart-to-Heart: Fox Immortal Leads a Thousand Riders, Yun'e Escapes and Enters the Great River (Big Chapter, Plea

After learning that the "Sun Nine-Pattern Gold, which is said to be able to seal the source of the evil Ghost," was hidden beneath Zhushan Temple, Song Cheng did not go to excavate it immediately. Instead, he took advantage of the Daytime to carefully research the history of Zhushan Temple through various channels.

The "Zhu" in Zhushan Temple refers to the "Zhu" in jewelry.

To put it plainly, the mountain was rich in gold, stones, and jewelry; it was a mine.

This mine had always belonged to a wealthy merchant.

Forty years ago, after that wealthy merchant died, his descendants began to fight over the family fortune. The process is unknown, but the one who ultimately emerged victorious was the wealthy merchant's wife.

His wife used her vast wealth to establish Zhushan Temple atop Zhushan.

At that time, the two major powers, the Mountain River Martial Arts Hall and White Camel Manor, were very curious about this temple. It wasn't that they wanted to suppress it, but they just wanted to see what kind of ability this temple had; if it was lacking, they would simply tear it down.

As it turned out, they encountered a massive number of medicine men, as well as the Lady of Zhushan.

After a simple test of strength, the Mountain River Martial Arts Hall and White Camel Manor discovered that Zhushan Temple was not weak, and that there was no significant conflict of interest between them.

They practiced martial arts, while Zhushan Temple practiced the Soul.

The two sides could even be said to be complementary.

Thus, the Mountain River Martial Arts Hall and White Camel Manor acknowledged Zhushan Temple.

The wealthy merchant's family disappeared, replaced by the mysterious Zhushan Temple.

"So, Zhushan Temple has only been built for forty years."

Song Cheng sat before a desk, looking at some information transferred over by the Mountain River Martial Arts Hall.

An Chenyu was dressed in a white-gold silk robe, her hair coiled in a high bun, her face plain and devoid of makeup, yet she possessed a naturally heart-stirring charm.

She sat gracefully beside the young man, her willow-leaf brows lowered and her apricot eyes focused, as if lost in deep thought, while her slender, fair hands elegantly and lightly toyed with the agarwood.

At this moment, she was also looking at the information, occasionally offering suggestions to help her man organize the intelligence.

Regarding Tong Niangzi and An Jie, Song Cheng basically shared all secrets except for "Chang Sheng Bu Lao" and his "Panel," and he had not even hidden the little secrets between him and the fox immortal over the past few days.

Therefore, the Young Miss also knew what Song Cheng was worried about.

If he wanted to dig, he was afraid there would be a trap.

If he didn't dig, he was afraid of missing the opportunity for battle.

If the source of the evil Ghost could truly be sealed, the living environment for everyone in the North Land would be much better.

After a long while, An Chenyu suddenly said softly, "Husband, doesn't our family have a water residence by the side of Yaoqing Chi?"

"That Yaoqing Chi is a hot spring. In winter, warm water gushes from the spring eye, and white mist curls around it, just like a Fairyland."

"This water residence originally belonged to a small family, but that small family has already sold it to my Chamber of Commerce."

"After renovations, it is now brand new."

"You and Ling'er should move in."

The An Family, possessing the heaven-shaking connection of "Song the Second," had long since taken advantage of the momentum to devour and swallow up, dominating the entire Prefecture City and acquiring many industries. It could be said that "when one person attains the Dao, their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven," but these ascended "chickens and dogs" had also become Song Cheng's solid backing.

Because An Chenyu had never completely relinquished power, even when she was pregnant, even when she needed to return early, she kept all final approval authority firmly in her hands, lest anyone forget who the "Ruyi Chamber of Commerce" actually belonged to.

This woman, even if she suffered herself, was determined to keep a firm grip on being "Song Cheng's backing."

So, the appearance of a Yaoqing Chi was actually very normal.

However, this also illustrated from the side the Young Miss's "desire for power" and "desire for control."

The Young Miss said, "The reason a problem is a problem is often because you are not close enough to the person who raised the problem."

"Catering to their preferences is the fastest way to increase intimacy."

"If she wants one part, give her ten, a hundred."

"And what Su Huxian likes, as it seems now, is nothing more than food, sex, and Yaoqing Chi. I will spend one day renovating it. Tomorrow, Husband can take Ling'er to live there, and afterwards, drink wine and sing wildly, spending a carefree time together."

Song Cheng:... The Young Miss said, "Ling'er is your bedchamber maid after all, and Su Huxian must also be as close to us as possible. However, one knows a person's face but not their heart, so Husband, please be careful to discern whether Su Huxian is pretending to be close to us, or... is truly so."

"This matter can only be done by Husband; Su Huxian can only be communicated with by you, Husband. Changing to someone else simply won't work!"

Song Cheng said, "I understand."

The next day.

Afternoon.

Ling'er, yawning, was called up from the couch, then put on fine clothes and sat in a carriage, dizzily going with the Young Master to Yaoqing Chi.

The pool water was warm, and various roasted meats were luxuriously arranged before the wall, with flames roasting beneath them, though not too intensely, just maintaining the temperature of the meat so it could be enjoyed at any time.

On the long table were jars of fine wine, and the three-legged golden goblets were also filled to the brim.

All kinds of delicacies and fruits, including Beggar Chicken, were available in abundance.

Song Cheng only glanced at it, and he had a sense of déjà vu of a "wine pool and meat forest."

But then he thought, isn't this just a "hot spring buffet"? However, Ling'er on the other side was already startled, then looked at Song Cheng with a bit of a guilty conscience, after which she carefully took off her outer robe and shoes, and entered the hot spring wearing only her undergarments.

She swam in the hot spring like a fish, occasionally going to eat meat or fruit, and once she let go, she would even sniff the wine and then drink a cup.

This life was simply like that of an immortal.

Slowly, Ling'er began to drift.

Yaoqing Chi was built in the style of a palace, but there was not a single person in the outer corridors; even if you shouted here, others would not hear.

The maids and guards were all far away.

Even the cooks were standing by in the Dining Hall.

The whole place exuded the word "luxury."

Song Cheng just sat quietly on the threshold of the hot spring, looking at the scenery outside.

He was not sure if An Jie's plan would work; he just felt a bit nervous.

Because last night, Su Huxian's favorability had stopped at "85," which meant that even maintaining that kind of relationship with the fox immortal had reached its limit. But Song Cheng had to dig deep for information.

Twilight soon descended.

Song Cheng calculated that the time was about right, so he also took off his outer clothes, swam into the hot spring, and then, seizing the moment, became entangled with his bedchamber maid.

In a moment, the data above Ling'er's head jumped.

The Fox Immortal descended.

After descending, the Fox Immortal sniffed; she smelled all kinds of delicious food, then looked at the luxurious palace, the Fairyland-like hot spring, and the young man who could bring her joy and let her experience the taste of a woman.

The Fox Immortal felt exceptionally happy.

She soaked joyfully, frolicking along with Song Cheng.

When hungry, she would climb out of the hot spring, run back and forth with her small bare feet, eating delicacies, holding them in both small hands, and bringing cup after cup of fine wine to her lips.

During this time, she played many more games with Song Cheng.

She was like "Cinderella who forgot the appointed time," never once "letting the Fox Immortal descend," but instead fought to the death with the young man in one place, completely forgetting herself.

Song Cheng, however, kept the time in mind; as soon as it reached the Hour of the Rooster, he hurriedly pushed her away and said, "Ling'er, Ling'er, hurry, Lady Fox Immortal is coming soon!"

But at this moment, the two were locked in a battle of hard and soft, inseparable and thoroughly enjoying themselves; how could they possibly pull apart?

Su Huxian muttered, "She shouldn't be coming that fast."

Song Cheng feigned surprise and said, "Can you sense when she is coming?"

Su Huxian nodded and said, "Yes, Master, if she wants to come, I can sense it."

As she spoke, Su Huxian pounced on him again.

The two fought until the sky grew dark and the earth grew dim, the water waves parting as such, until midnight, when Su Huxian finally collapsed in the young man's arms, looking as if she had been severely wounded and was on the verge of death.

And her favorability rating also jumped inexplicably, from 85 to 90.

"Master, you are truly amazing; I like being with you." Su Huxian mimicked Ling'er's tone, expressing her satisfaction at this moment.

Then she hurriedly climbed onto a piece of jade by the hot spring, and under the moonlight, flicked her toes.

The red gauze wrapped around her like a flood dragon, casting a cloud of rosy mist, then drifted to cover her increasingly snow-white body.

She took two steps, her body suddenly trembled, pretending the Fox Immortal had arrived, and then changed her tone to call out, "Little Song."

Song Cheng said, "Sister Su, you have finally arrived."

Su Huxian coughed twice, then feigned ignorance and asked a couple of questions like "Where is this," after which she began the happy "enjoyment" mode.

Song Cheng also feigned ignorance that it was her before, and accompanied Su Huxian respectfully and politely the whole time.

Once they were truly full and satisfied, the two climbed onto the roof of the palace.

Su Huxian was cold, but she had a thick fur-lined jacket, and Song Cheng was warming her small feet for her.

So sitting on the roof ridge watching the moonlight was still quite nice.

Su Huxian seemed to like the moonlight very much; she gazed at the firmament, intoxicated, gently opening her small mouth and performing the action of inhaling and exhaling cloud Qi.

Song Cheng was by her side.

He already had a plan: if possible, he would establish a deep relationship with Su Huxian, because she was the only woman he had been able to meet who had also unexpectedly had her favorability rating brushed up to 90.

This Fox Immortal was full of mystery and would inevitably become his guide to stepping into the "New World."

Normal people could never hope to encounter such an opportunity, and even if they did, they would only brush past it.

Because it was just a chance encounter, why would others help guide you?

But Song Cheng had already decided to bind himself to this Fox Immortal.

To put it in more profound terms, this was called "sharing karma," and then he could smoothly and proactively enter the "New World."

Since he had made this decision, he didn't intend to cheat her, but rather intended a win-win, and was also prepared to pursue this Fox Immortal openly and honestly.

Su Huxian exhaled comfortably, then raised her hand toward the starry river filling the sky and said, "If in the future I have a palace, I must also have it like this.

No! I also want to build a very, very tall tower, so high that with one lift of my hand, I can pluck the stars."

Song Cheng looked up.

In his eyes, the stars were twisted and eerie, like white spiders spitting white silk and black spiders spitting black silk, spreading boundlessly beside the great ink-ball of the moon.

He smiled and said, "If I can build a palace, I will definitely build you this very, very tall tower, so high that with one lift of a hand, you can pluck the stars; let's call it... Pluck... *cough cough cough*... let's call it Xingchen Lou."

He suddenly thought that "Zhaixing Lou" seemed quite unlucky.

It had a sense of destiny that tragedy was bound to happen.

Su Huxian said, "What Xingchen Lou? Zhaixing Lou sounds better."

Song Cheng said, "'Drunk, I know not the sky is in the water; the boat is full of clear Dreams pressing against the starry river.' Xinghe Lou."

Su Huxian looked at Song Cheng in surprise, her favorability rating suddenly shot up by 1 point, becoming 91, but she still insisted, "Zhaixing Lou."

Song Cheng said, "'These stars are not those of last night; for whom do I stand in the wind and dew in the middle of the night?' Xingchen Lou, this name is quite good."

Before he transmigrated, he quite liked playing the flower-throwing game, and it just so happened that once he used "Star" as the theme.

Su Huxian murmured and repeated the poem Song Cheng had recited, feeling it was quite good, so her favorability became 92.

Before she could speak, Song Cheng said again, "'Tonight is better than any other, with no one to share it; I lie and watch the starry river, my heart clear.' Calling it Star Gazing Tower is also fine."

Su Huxian took a deep breath and said, "Little Song, I didn't expect you to be quite talented; I thought you were just a brute who only knew how to wield a blade. Whatever you want to call the tower, call it that."

A talented scholar is quite lethal to a fox immortal.

Having said that, Su Huxian thought seriously again, looking at the young man beside her from time to time, but she couldn't bear to let him take risks no matter how she looked at him—this belonged to changing from "consumable material" to "a rare thing"—so she suddenly said, "Little Song, forget it, I'll tell you the truth.

The story about the Daoist was something I made up.

But I had no choice; before, when I told the Lady of Zhushan the truth, she sealed me away.

So, I made up a story that you might like to hear."

Song Cheng revealed a look of astonishment, then immediately said with pleasant surprise, "The story about the Daoist isn't true?!"

Su Huxian was stunned, blinking her eyes, and said, "What are you happy about?"

Song Cheng just smiled and said nothing.

Su Huxian said, "Tell me!"

Song Cheng just wouldn't say.

He felt he might be starting to KFC. Su Huxian grew anxious and said, "If you won't say it, I won't say it either!"

Only then did Song Cheng say, "Originally, I felt heartache that Sister Su had such a dark past, but since that isn't the case, that is truly wonderful. Oh, it's nothing."

Song Cheng wore a look of wanting to speak but stopping, then hurriedly swallowing his words.

Su Huxian was stunned; the focus seemed wrong, didn't it? Why was he concerned about this? Huxian savored the young man's words again and said, "You are actually quite a good person. But you definitely still have things left unsaid. Little Song, speak quickly."

Song Cheng said repeatedly, "There is nothing left, you saw wrong."

Su Huxian said, "Speak quickly."

Song Cheng smiled gently, looked at her, and said softly, "There really is nothing left."

Su Huxian said, "You're worrying me to death, worrying me to death!"

She put her hands on her hips, held her neck high, looked at Little Song, and said angrily, "If you don't say it, I won't say it!"

A touch of youthful shyness appeared on Song Cheng's face, and he asked, "Sister Su, do you really want to hear it?"

Su Huxian's beautiful eyes rolled, and suddenly, she didn't know why her heartbeat quickened, but she nodded instinctively.

Song Cheng said, "I originally thought that since that Daoist was so good to Sister Su, he must be Sister Su's sweetheart, right? I didn't say it out loud, but I felt a bit uncomfortable inside, thinking how good it would be if I were that Daoist."

Su Huxian's breathing quickened, and she softly let out a sound: "Little Song..."

Song Cheng continued, "Tonight the stars, tonight the wind, the painted tower west of the cassia hall east. The body has no colorful phoenix wings, but the heart has a spiritual rhinoceros point of connection. Sister Su... since the little Daoist you made up doesn't exist, then let me be that little Daoist of yours, okay?"

Su Huxian's favorability rating suddenly jumped from "92" to "95".

But immediately after, her expression dimmed slightly, and she uttered, "It is impossible for us."

Song Cheng asked, "Why?"

Su Huxian said sorrowfully, "I am a person of the Su Family."

Song Cheng did not get angry and said softly, "Then I will work hard to become a man who is worthy of Sister Su and can be accepted by the Su Family."

Su Huxian said, "Let me tell you a story."

Song Cheng looked at the shining "【Favorability: 95】" above Su Huxian's head, knowing that a "new world" had arrived, so he nodded and said, "Sister Su, please speak."

He was naturally born delicate, and was also the North Land Blade King, and now he "almost perfectly matched the aesthetics" of the "Huxian".

Su Huxian seemed to finally be ready to speak properly.

"In legends, a very, very long time ago, there were no living beings on this land, and the Saint felt lonely, so He used supreme divine powers in the galaxy to create one soul after another, then cast these souls onto that boundless land.

However, perhaps the Saint grew weary; He was no longer willing to create them carefully, but instead danced the dance of living beings in the galaxy. Every time He danced, He would stir up many water droplets in the galaxy, and those water droplets, guided by His divine power, transformed into souls.

Clearly, although there are living beings in the world.

They have actually always been divided into two categories.

One category was created carefully by the Saint, and the other was created by the Saint at will.

Let's put it this way: the Su Family belongs to the former.

And Little Song... you all belong to the latter."

Having said this, Su Huxian suddenly raised her hand and stretched it forward, and a dim, gray Soul floated out from her palm.

"Can you see it?"

"I can feel it." "In this world, the vast majority of people's Souls are formless and qualityless.

But there are still a small number of people who are born with this layer of dim gray on the surface of their Souls.

This gray color allows our Souls to only age naturally, and not be easily destroyed by other means.

Even if our Souls were scattered, they would instantly heal.

We are naturally born to live longer than ordinary people, and we are also naturally able to cultivate higher-level techniques.

This level is called Xuan.

It is a realm that you Martial Artists can never reach, no matter how hard you try.

This is not your fault; it is innate."

"In order to delay the aging of our souls, we have no choice but to try every possible method, starting with delaying the aging of our physical bodies in Ice Coffins. At the same time, we must ensure the safety of the external environment... because if the Ghost grows strong, we will be dragged into an endless Ghost Tide, and even if we don't die, we will lose our sanity. And those powerful souls that have not lost their sanity will sink into a state of being awake yet in a living hell, a fate worse than death."

Song Cheng said, "Then are there still people in your Su Family?"

Su Huxian said, "There are, but they are all sleeping.

But before we went to sleep, we made enough Sun Nine-Pattern Golden Coffins and hid them in various places.

I am the walker of this generation of the Su Family."

Song Cheng said, "Then where is the Su Family?"

Su Huxian hesitated for a moment, pointed at the ground, and said, "Buried below, everyone is lying in a special Ice Coffin, and no one can find them.

Before, when I told Lady Zhushan this, she agreed on the surface, but she really treated me as a Ghost.

She didn't use the power of charm well herself, which led to her becoming a femme fatale, causing many people around her to die because of her beauty, and then she blamed me, thinking it was a power of ill omen.

However, Little Song, you should believe me, we all need to work together to solve the Ghosts... but now I don't want you to take action, because it is too dangerous.

I am going to find the Big Hall Master, and Laoduwu.

They always have Martial Artists who can carry the Sun Nine-Pattern Golden Coffin and accompany me to seal the Ghosts.

I will explain the danger to them and clarify the situation; whether they are willing to act depends on them.

But I guarantee, if we don't act, once the Ghost Tide erupts, do you think... the so-called gathering of Yang energy by humans can really stop them? You haven't seen truly terrifying Ghost Servants, because this is still the beginning of the catastrophe.

Ghosts are terrifying, but sometimes... Ghost Servants are even more terrifying than Ghosts.

Ghost Servants with reason and wisdom are still very, very weak; once they become completely chaotic, that will be terrifying."

"Sister Su, I believe everything you say." Song Cheng thought for a moment and added, "But in that case, there is actually more than one noble family like the Su Family, right?"

Su Huxian said proudly, "That is only because our Su Family has the ability, which is why I came to Hanping Prefecture in this border region; after all, this place faces that vast wilderness to the north and needs to deal with many Ghosts.

Detecting the throbbing of Ghosts and eliminating every catastrophe as much as possible is the shared responsibility of our noble families.

Therefore, after sensing the drastic changes in the Earth's Yin, the noble families will awaken and then send out family walkers."

"And those with greater ability naturally need to shoulder greater responsibilities."

Song Cheng: "Understood."

That was because the Su Family's walker of this generation was very weak, which was why they were squeezed out to the borderlands to do the most grueling work, yet they were still so unreliable. The work wasn't done, the way of speaking was wrong, and then they were mistaken for a Ghost by the Lady of Zhushan, not only wasting decades of time but also being sealed until now. If it weren't for Tong Niangzi accidentally visualizing her and releasing her, this Su Huxian would probably still be shouting things like "Let me out," right?

It really is quite unexpected.

However, this also shows from another perspective that other prefectures, other provinces, and even Huangcheng should also have "Great Families."

Mysterious Grade Great Families awakened along with the Ghosts, coming into this world together.

What is worth rejoicing is that these existences seem to have only had their Souls emerge, while their bodies are still in slumber.

At this moment, since Su Huxian had been frank, she began to pour everything out at once.

"Our Mysterious Grade power, in terms of the Soul, is quite similar to the current Ghosts in many ways.

We can all evolve ghost servants, and we can all perform strange arts.

And this kind of strange art can be used by ordinary people below through specific visualization.

And once used, that means they have touched the aura of my Soul. They will slowly change, becoming flawless because I myself am just like that."

"Sister Su..."

Song Cheng clenched his fist and said, "I will definitely be accepted by the Su Family."

Su Huxian was stunned for a moment, then sighed softly and said, "Little Song, I will use someone else's body to be with you, okay? I really cannot come out myself; the family rules are like this."

She tilted her body slightly and leaned into the youth's embrace.

On the roof ridge, her small feet kicked gently like a fluffy tail, her beautiful head nestled close, obedient and charming.

No more pretending.

Song Cheng's positioning for himself had always been "guarding the home."

The outside world remained blurry and unclear.

Therefore, he would not easily go to an uncertain environment to take risks.

He was like an old tortoise, shrinking into the shell of the Prefecture City; no matter how the wind and rain outside provoked him, he would not go out.

The strong should charge to the front to face danger directly; that is the hero's way of thinking.

The strong should fight for the weak; that is the knight-errant's way of thinking.

If he did not possess Chang Sheng Bu Lao and the talent for self-deduction, he might also have chosen the life of a hero or a knight-errant.

Just as An Daxiaojie said.

Life is short; is it better to be a blade of grass in the darkness, or a brilliant firework blooming in the firmament?

If it were truly short, then what would it matter to be a firework once? But he was different.

He was an immortal.

But had he done nothing?

He guarded Shanghe County and picked out the ghost servants who had infiltrated the city.

His wives and concubines were the fewest among the high-level members of the Mountain and River Martial Hall.

He traveled back and forth when the Prefecture City was under attack, acting in secret to prevent the Prefecture City from being breached, saving many people invisibly, yet he casually pushed the credit onto General Yuan and the others.

His reputation as the "North Land Blade King" was enough to deter the wicked and elevate the majesty of the Prefecture City.

He just didn't fight with all his might, leaving no room for himself.

So this time, he still did not intend to take action.

The main force to truly protect the Prefecture City should be the original powers of the Prefecture City, not him alone.

He arranged for the Big Hall Master and the White Camel Manor Master to meet with Su Huxian.

With Song Cheng acting as the intermediary, the two sides seemed to have directly built a bridge of trust, avoiding "internal friction-style" grinding and mutual suspicion.

This kind of trust could not have been easily established.

But because of Song Cheng.

The impossible became possible.

Very quickly, both sides reached some agreements and made some plans with extreme efficiency.

That day, many digging laborers appeared beneath Zhushan.

In the middle of winter, they dug the soil shovel by shovel.

Among them were even Martial Artists.

Digging day and night, after dozens of hours, there was finally some change.

A laborer exclaimed, "Why has the soil here become soft?"

On the other side, another laborer ran over and tapped the soil lightly with an iron shovel.

Deep in the mountains, and at the end of a freezing winter, digging anywhere was like digging into iron—hard and cold.

But now, this soil actually gave people a "plump" feeling, like soft mud on a riverbank long soaked in water.

Touching it with a hand again.

It was warm.

The foreman heard the commotion and ran over quickly. After observing for a moment, he knew they should be close to digging it out, so he urged everyone to put in more effort.

Everyone chanted work songs and continued digging, finally unearthing a long, golden coffin about half a zhang long from a clump of moist soil.

Keeping up the effort, soon, another golden coffin was unearthed.

Both coffins were empty and radiated a strange heat; even after being left in the cold wind for a long time, they showed no signs of coldness at all.

On the other side, the Prefecture City had already organized an elite cavalry of a thousand men, which included two "External Affairs Envoys" from the Mountain and River Martial Hall, namely 'Six-Armed Old Ape' Yuan Qianke and 'Iron Arm Pale Bear' Hong Juguang; plus an Enforcement Elder from the White Camel Manor.

Besides this, the Mountain and River Martial Hall found a young maidservant who had long since sold herself, had her visualize the fox immortal, and then allowed the fox immortal to possess her.

This kind of group, riding light horses, left the Prefecture City almost without taking a nap, heading straight into the distance.

Setting out now, to seal the Ghost.

To weaken the catastrophe.

Song Cheng stood atop the city wall, watching the iron cavalry ride into the distance.

Beside him was Ling'er.

Through meditation, Ling'er could provide a door of return at any time for the Fox Immortal who was far away in the body of the young maidservant.

The Mysterious Grade is just that convenient; as long as there is such a door, space is absolutely no problem.

But those one thousand iron cavalrymen cannot traverse space, and they cannot escape back.

As for the matter of "those in the Qi Realm turning into even more terrifying Ghost servants if they die," it is not even an issue for Su Huxian.

Before setting out, she had already equipped the Martial Artists of "Jin Realm and above" with secret medicine for "rapidly dissipating cultivation."

As long as they do not die completely right away, as long as they still have a breath left, the secret medicine can cause their realms to rapidly regress, thereby avoiding the possibility of becoming terrifying Ghost servants after death.

At this time, the wilderness stretched to the sky, and the distant pale mountains were still covered with some unmelted white snow.

A bone-chilling wind blew in, stirring the hair at the youth's temples and making Ling'er shiver; she stamped her little boots, rubbed her little hands, and turned her back to the direction outside the city gate.

Song Cheng still felt somewhat stirred in his heart.

Regarding this matter, there was no deception; before the iron cavalry set out, everything had been made clear.

It is very dangerous, but it must be done! Someone must do it!

Yet even so, whoever it falls to, it falls to.

No one shirked, and there were even elites fighting to go.

Leading the troops was General Yuan.

It was that General Yuan who, while Song Cheng was guarding the East Gate, had inexplicably won many battles, thereby honing his confidence and experience.

General Yuan had said: "You have all gone out to fight the barbarians, this time it is our turn, no one is to snatch it. This time is the opportunity for me, Yuan, to become a great general of the current age."

Song Cheng closed his eyes, recalling.

Ling'er shook her body and legs, saying: "Master, the wind on the city wall is so strong."

Song Cheng looked up and murmured: "The wind blows soughing..."

Ling'er listened for a long while without hearing the rest, then turned her head again, faced the face-cutting gale to glance at the cavalry that had already vanished from sight, and asked: "Master, the people are all gone."

Song Cheng said: "Let us see them off a little further."

His mood was complex.

Setting out now to charge the lines.

Those who charge the lines must harbor a will to die, with ten deaths and no life.

In the past, a hundred cavalry could trample a ten-thousand-man camp, but today a thousand cavalry head toward the Ghost Tide.

He patted a jar of fine wine, poured it onto the city wall, and said: "I await your triumphant return."

"Hoo."

"Hoo, hoo!"

The sound of heavy, gasping breaths accompanied the sound of swinging iron shovels and spades.

A group of people were desperately digging a river channel upstream.

And Wang Tianchuan, whose face was weathered and who lacked the demeanor of an expert, was holding a scroll of the river map and looking at it carefully.

Money can make a Ghost push a mill; when the canal opened near Tanghe, he and Gao Lin used money to pave the way, directly bribing the other overseers, and then began to dig desperately in the direction of Tanghe.

"Just a little more, just a little more."

Wang Tianchuan clenched his fists.

Master had long since given the order.

If there is an opportunity, immediately break through to Tanghe, then open the sluice gate to connect the waters into one.

Once this matter is finished, they can return immediately.

"Put in some effort!"

Gao Lin was also shouting in the distance, even carrying an iron shovel himself while shouting, digging crazily in the river channel.

He did not know what Master wanted to do, but Master had taught him the cultivation method, and he also knew that Master was now honored as the "North Land Blade King," a high and lofty figure in Hanping Prefecture.

Whatever Master wants him to do, he must do it even if the heavens thunder and strike! Sweat and mud mixed together.

Gao Lin channeled his Flicking Willow Strength; with one shovel, he could dig away a great deal of earth.

He channeled his strength again, and the shovel light flashed, striking the earth in front.

Behind the earth came a delicate "chi-chi" sound.

"It's through!"

"Quick, quick, quick!"

The crowd hurriedly continued to dig.

Then, watching the water seep out from the mud, everyone scrambled up the bank in a hurry, and then patted the ground a few times with their iron shovels.

Chi... chi-chi-chi... Bang!!! The mud and water were breached by the current, and immediately after, a strange force shattered the mud wall, turning it into a thick spiderweb that crumbled entirely.

The canal, the river channel connecting to Tanghe, was open.

Wang Tianchuan beckoned and shouted joyfully: "Open the sluice, connect them!"

Before long, the water flow from the other side also surged through.

At Tanghe Village, on the banks of the Tanghe, many strange iron cages had been piled up at some unknown time.

Some of those iron cages had even submerged into the water, falling to the riverbed, swaying back and forth with the cold, gloomy current... and in their swaying, they closed in toward a certain spot in the center.

That place was the only spot that had not yet been "invaded."

But it was already very small and very cramped; it could be foreseen that if there were no accidents, it would definitely be occupied by the iron cages.

Yet at this moment, as the mud wall collapsed, the water flowed out.

In the center of that sole Pure Land, a female corpse in green clothes suddenly opened her pale pupils, her body moving rapidly outward with the water, exiting the Tanghe and flowing into the Yunhe, just like a monster that had escaped from that Demon-Locking Tower.

(End of chapter)