Chapter 95: 105, 106 The Six Towns Rebel, Song Cheng Faces the Mastermind (Big Chapter, Please Subscribe)

The Great Shang of today is filled with sects, much like a "warlord-divided" state.

Therefore, the sudden eruption of the North Land power in Hanping Prefecture truly caught the Five-and-a-Half Hall of the Beixue Zhou Prefecture off guard.

The moment the situation exploded, the Great Hall Master immediately sent people to appease all parties and refute the various rumors coming from the north, but no matter how he argued, the rumors were like sparks falling into a pan of oil, impossible to stop.

Over this past year, the number of commoners and soldiers who have died or been injured is beyond count.

The suffering people have endured is beyond count.

Now, these pains and this anger seem to have found a complete outlet for release.

On the streets, even beggars who do not know what the "Five-and-a-Half Hall" is will join in the cursing, asserting with certainty that there is a human traitor in the North Land; if not, why would the Ghost Tide be so terrifying? Why was it not like this before?

The source of the disaster is the Five-and-a-Half Hall.

Everyone's suffering is the Five-and-a-Half Hall! The rumors quickly escalated and spontaneously produced variants, changing from the initial "human traitor" type to "the actions of the Beixue Zhou Five-and-a-Half Hall have provoked the wrath of heaven and man, which is why the disaster was sent down."

At this moment, the Great Hall Master of the Five-and-a-Half Hall is mired in extreme rage. This superior, dressed in gorgeous clothing with a sword inlaid with seven treasures, paces back and forth in the hall, listening from time to time to the various terrible pieces of information reported from outside, his beard bristling and eyes glaring.

Like in Hanping Prefecture, many of the Five-and-a-Half Hall's experts are stationed elsewhere, so there are not many truly sitting in the Zhoucheng at this time.

But unlike the structure of the Mountain and River Martial Arts Hall in Hanping Prefecture, the Five-and-a-Half Hall controls two Prefecture Cities, and its scale, both in terms of gang members and experts, is three or four times that of the Mountain and River Martial Arts Hall.

Therefore, he has the confidence.

Soon, another gang member ran in from outside and reported: "Great Hall Master, we followed your instructions to spread the word, saying that this is entirely Hanping Prefecture biting back, and that they are the ones truly colluding with the ghost servants... but the result..."

"What is the result?"

"The result is that things are a bit better here in the Zhoucheng, but outside, it seems to have had no effect at all."

"Impossible!"

The Great Hall Master rubbed his forehead in distress.

He sat heavily on the grandmaster chair in the center of the main hall, supported his forehead to think for a moment, and then waved his hand, signaling his subordinate to leave.

After that disciple left, he gritted his teeth, as if having made a decision, and hurried to a hidden spot in the backyard of the Five-and-a-Half Hall. He opened a mechanism, and an entrance appeared in the ground, with sunlight illuminating stairs that descended and grew increasingly deep.

The Great Hall Master hurried down the stairs; the copper hand-lamps hanging on the stone walls on both sides gradually lit up, revealing the length of the stairs even more.

Amidst the flickering light and shadow, the Great Hall Master reached the end.

At the end was a door.

The Great Hall Master knocked respectfully.

Soon, the door opened, and a strange medicinal smell wafted out from within.

Not to mention the smell, the biting cold that rushed toward him was enough to freeze an ordinary person, or even an ordinary Martial Artist, stiff.

The Great Hall Master's hair and the bridge of his nose were covered in frost like withered grass, turning hard and frost-white in the blink of an eye. He circulated his Qi and blood slightly, and the ice melted away. He looked up and saw two cold-faced black-clad Martial Artists staring at him, while two other black-clad Martial Artists were not staring, the reason being... these two were blind.

The Great Hall Master's pupils shrank, and his whole body tensed.

He recognized all these black-clad Martial Artists.

He had sent them over himself.

These are Medicine Men!

It is just that the black-clad Martial Artists sent over were only ordinary Qi Realm powerhouses; now that they have been turned into Medicine Men, it is unknown how their strength is.

Medicine Men—the Great Hall Master had heard of them; these things are usually raised from the "Jin Realm" to the "Form Realm," but he had never even heard of "raising the Qi Realm higher."

For no other reason than that there is simply no material of that quality.

"Raising the Jin Realm to the Form Realm" is basically the limit of what noble families can achieve, because the materials are produced and sold by themselves, and if one wants to go a level higher, one can only obtain a certain Spirit Element from evil ghosts.

"My Lord."

The Great Hall Master said respectfully.

As the voice fell, a curtain in the underground secret chamber was pulled aside.

A man with a face as handsome as a demon, with a tall and slender figure—almost every woman's dream lover—walked out.

The handsome man asked: "What is the matter?"

The Great Hall Master smiled bitterly and recounted the events of these past days, then said: "I had already made arrangements to use the name of questioning the North Land Blade King as a pretext to provoke him while simultaneously using his eyes to spread rumors that he is associated with evil ghosts, thereby muddying the waters.

At the same time, I would take the opportunity to kidnap his wife and daughter.

I heard he has a wife who is currently pregnant.

As long as she is kidnapped, I can force him, threaten him, and make the North Land Blade King go mad, becoming a pawn in our palm.

But now..."

The handsome man interrupted him, using the dignity of a superior, and said indifferently: "No matter.

The North Land Blade King is nothing but a small character, like a monkey claiming to be king when there are no tigers in the mountains.

A small character, no matter how he jumps about, cannot affect the overall situation.

The hatred between Lady Zhushan and that little thing Su Ningyu cannot be resolved; she will inevitably lead the Barbarian Army to Hanping Prefecture.

And I heard that Su Ningyu led people out of the city to deal with evil ghosts.

She will inevitably return heavily injured.

At that time, the aggressive Lady Zhushan will clash with the heavily injured Su Ningyu; Su Ningyu will certainly not be reconciled and will also go to see Lady Zhushan, who sealed her for so long.

That is the moment for us to strike.

This is the opening of the grand curtain; everything else is not that important."

The handsome man smiled slightly and said: "I had originally prepared to arrange many things myself, but I did not expect the development of events to be even smoother than I imagined. Su Ningyu was actually accidentally released from the seal by a stupid girl, and she actually led troops out personally. Ignorant."

The Great Hall Master sighed heavily and said: "My Lord... according to the information I received, Lady Zhushan originally intended to lead the Barbarian Army to Hanping Prefecture, but she canceled it at the last minute."

The handsome man showed a thoughtful look, then asked calmly and composedly: "What is the reason?"

The Great Hall Master said: "Because it is spreading wildly outside that our Five-and-a-Half Hall collaborated with evil ghosts and killed Lady Zhushan's entire family decades ago."

Handsome man:??? Immediately, he was no longer calm or composed; he frowned and asked: "How did such baseless words spread?"

The Great Hall Master smiled bitterly: "It just suddenly started spreading; it was spread from the Hanping Prefecture side."

The handsome man said, "They have no evidence! Why would anyone believe them?"

The Great Hall Master was silent and unable to speak.

This question, how would he know?

It was just that suddenly, everyone believed it.

Ghost knows what the reason is.

Immediately after, the Great Hall Master recounted all the various versions of rumors circulating outside one by one, and the handsome man was completely dumbfounded.

Because these rumors were actually seven or eight parts close to the truth.

But the problem was, he acted with extreme secrecy and had never leaked even a shred of information.

Why would it be like this?

What kind of logic is this? And just at this moment, the Great Hall Master suddenly felt something, and with a bitter smile, he said, "My Lord, urgent information has come again, I..."

The handsome man was incomparably irritable, but after just these few sentences, he calmed down again.

Forget it, setting the trap was only to ensure the success of the plan; now, even if there were problems with the trap, if they faced each other head-on, would he lose? The enemy is in the light, he is in the dark.

Although the timing is not that good, if he takes action personally, the outcome will not change!

The Great Hall Master left in a hurry.

The door to the underground secret chamber closed.

The handsome man's expression was uncertain, muttering the name "North Land Blade King."

In fact, he had never felt that the "North Land Blade King" was a small character.

He pulled open his collar; the skin on his chest inside was smooth and fair, clearly that of a "male succubus," except for the skin outside his heart, which showed a few extremely abrupt patches of roughness.

That roughness looked like the skin had suddenly grown scales, like some kind of strange disease, but looking closely, it was a pile of white wax and grave soil.

"Someone like me, how could he be simple?"

"However, I have looked into it; you are a newborn evil ghost from the Tanghe, you couldn't have survived so easily."

The handsome man muttered to himself in a cold voice.

In this world, Song Cheng is not the only one who has the "Blessing of the Evil Ghost."

"If fishing in troubled waters doesn't work, then decapitation... is the same. I don't believe Su Ningyu won't return injured."

"Is an evil ghost so easy to seal?"

To switch to the other side, the Great Hall Master went to the front hall, looked at the disciple who had rushed in from outside, and asked, "What is the matter?"

That disciple had a terrified expression and said panting, "The Six Towns... the Six Towns say the suffering of the North Land people cannot be endured in vain, saying the hatred for assassinating the benefactor cannot go unavenged; for public and private reasons, they must act on behalf of Heaven."

"Get to the point!"

"The Six Towns have attacked!"

Great Hall Master:???

"They are under Imperial Court orders to guard the North Land, how dare they act recklessly? This group of lowly people, bandits, prisoners, how dare they leave those towns? Where are the generals the Imperial Court pressed there?"

"They were killed and offered as sacrifices to Heaven."

Great Hall Master: He only felt that the situation was bizarre to the extreme; how did it suddenly become like this?

He hadn't even had a chance to perform, the plan hadn't really begun, and all the means targeting Hanping Prefecture and the North Land Blade King hadn't even been used yet; how did it suddenly collapse? "What does the suffering of the North Land people have to do with us?"

"The Six Towns say that the North Land people suffer because of the evil ghost, and our Five and a Half Hall colluded with the evil ghost, so... the North Land people suffer because of our Five and a Half Hall.

As for that benefactor, it is the North Land Blade King of the Hanping Prefecture Mountain and River Martial Hall. At the time, after our negotiations ended, we sent a lot of grain to the barbarian lands, but didn't send any to the Six Towns. But the North Land Blade King was righteous and sent nearly two thousand shi of grain; this was sending charcoal in snowy weather."

"Two thousand shi? That's worth nothing! What kind of benefactor is this?" The Great Hall Master was furious.

But after roaring, he stood up angrily again and bellowed, "One or two are like this, do they really think we are afraid?

Muster the troops, crush the Six Towns, and then follow this Hall Master to take Hanping Prefecture and kill that so-called North Land Blade King!"

The disciple received the order and was about to leave, when suddenly the Great Hall Master beckoned and said, "Come back."

He had just finished venting his anger, and at this moment he clenched his fists and suppressed his rage, then said, "The Six Towns, they just want to get some benefits.

Send an envoy over, tell these lowly people to roll back to where they should stay! I will help them plead for mercy regarding the matter of killing the garrison general.

At the same time, our Zhoucheng is willing to offer eight thousand shi of grain as a gift to them!

They should be satisfied!"

"Yes, Great Hall Master."

Another ten-plus days passed... a mysterious great war in the North Land suddenly broke out.

The Six Towns rioted.

The Beixue Zhou Five and a Half Hall sent envoys and offered eight thousand shi of grain, hoping the Six Towns would retreat.

As a result, the Six Towns did not talk about martial virtue; after some luring, they let the Zhoucheng send the grain first, but then they didn't retreat, instead continuing to hold the banner of "wanting to seek justice for the people and wanting to avenge the benefactor," and quickly arrived at the city walls.

And as the instigator, Hanping Prefecture naturally also gathered a cavalry force of three thousand, led by a general, with the Big Hall Master and the North Land Blade King personally sitting in command, heading to the city walls together.

Of course, the so-called "North Land Blade King" sitting in command was fake.

Song Cheng did not go to participate in this kind of great war.

Even if the Big Hall Master talked until his mouth was dry, he would not leave the city.

In desperation, the Big Hall Master decided to make a human skin mask based on Song Cheng's face shape, and then have an External Affairs Envoy with a similar build to Song Cheng impersonate him.

There was really no other way; now a part of the great war was for the "North Land Blade King," at least in name. How could you, the "North Land Blade King," not be at the scene? And so, the fake "North Land Blade King" went on the expedition.

The real "North Land Blade King" was also forced to hide his identity, wearing a bamboo hat to cover his face and changing into the clothes of an Ordinary Disciple of Zhushan Temple, but he was still able to nest in Zhushan, living a normal life every day.

Song Cheng practiced during the Daytime, read books, and then walked and jogged on the mountain where the snow still remained two or three parts.

If the sunlight was nice, he would prepare a pot of small wine, choose a place in Hou Shan with good scenery, indulge in the mountains and rivers, get drunk and happy, and consider whether to get a fishing rod and learn to fish.

When night fell, he would first see if Tong Niangzi had any energy today; if not, he would go to Ying'er and Ling'er's place, letting these two concubine maids serve him in bed.

In short, he was just an "old tortoise."

Home is his shell.

A tortoise cannot leave its shell.

Song Cheng, too, will not leave home.

On this day, Su Huxian suddenly returned from outside and fell back into Ling'er's body.

Su Huxian had suffered heavy injuries, and her Soul was damaged; however, the good news was that a thousand cavalrymen went north, circling round and round, and in the end, when they were almost completely wiped out, they locked the source of the "Rotten Poison Ghost Servants" into the Sun Nine-Pattern Golden Coffin.

General Yuan died in battle, and the White Camel Manor Enforcement Elder, as well as the two External Affairs Envoys from the Mountain and River Martial Arts Hall that Song Cheng knew, all died in this battle; "Rotten Poison" is a poison that kills the human Soul.

But it takes time for the "poison" to take effect.

It was precisely because of this time difference that the Enforcement Elder, the External Affairs Envoys, and the others were given the opportunity to perform: Su Huxian identified the source while dancing to control the Ghost Servants.

The soldiers acted as shields to block the poison, then relayed one after another, using their lives to send the Sun Nine-Pattern Golden Coffin to the source of the "Rotten Poison Ghost," and subsequently, the Enforcement Elder sealed the source into the Golden Coffin.

However, after completing this step, the Enforcement Elder was no better off than the others.

If it is said that the soldiers could only hold on for one or two breaths, and the External Affairs Envoys could hold on for more than ten breaths, then the White Camel Manor Enforcement Elder only held on for twenty or thirty breaths.

After barely completing the seal, the Enforcement Elder's hair turned completely white, his face withered and wrinkled, and he fell to the ground and died.

The "Rotten Poison Ghost Servants" were the main force that attacked Hanping Prefecture last year; that the source was sealed is almost a miracle.

The maidservant occupied by Su Huxian also died instantly, and she herself was also invaded by the Rotten Poison, but... her Soul was "noble," and the layer of dark Grey Membrane on the surface of her soul body always healed instantly after the Rotten Poison tore an opening.

Rotten Poison invades.

Grey Membrane recovers.

The two were in a tug-of-war; Su Huxian used Ling'er's visualization to return quickly, and at this moment, sitting under the shade of a tree by the river, she finished explaining this to Song Cheng and then hurriedly fell asleep—"falling asleep" allows the Soul to get enough rest, thereby accelerating recovery.

And Su Huxian, who should have appeared at night, is now afraid she cannot show even a bit of herself.

After Tong Niangzi learned of this, she immediately sent disciples to tell the Internal Affairs Envoy who is currently in charge of the Mountain and River Martial Arts Hall, and then the Internal Affairs Envoy sent out troops and horses to head toward the "sealing location of the Sun Nine-Pattern Golden Coffin provided by Su Huxian."

After all, the previous people all died in battle, and that Sun Nine-Pattern Golden Coffin was still exposed outside; as a precaution, it is better to bring it back.

As troops and horses went in and out, Song Cheng only felt that his heart felt an inexplicable sense of tragedy in this turbulence.

Su Huxian only used a few short sentences, but what kind of scene was it at that time? One after another, fighting desperately.

Song Cheng sighed softly and shook his head.

He lay down on the grass, took a nap as usual, and at the same time, his Soul left his body, floating in mid-air, scanning the environment near Zhushan Temple.

Anyone who harbored malice toward him, or anyone with not-weak strength who came here, would be seen by him.

Zhushan Temple was already heavily guarded, and with him as a hidden insurance, it was even more so. On this day, Song Cheng's Soul was floating in mid-air when he suddenly scanned two light red data points among the mountains, one was "151~151," and the other was "160~160."

Looking closer, he discovered that the owners of the data were in an invisible state.

Immediately after, four stronger data points appeared, all of which were around 220.

Song Cheng looked again and found that the owners of those four data points were not invisible, but were four men in black, two of whom were blind.

The blind men were clearing the way on the left and right, while the other two men in black were carrying a palanquin.

"Are these Qi Realm Medicine Men?"

"No, not Qi Realm."

"Qi Realm Medicine Men cannot reach a strength of 220."

"Then this is above the Qi Realm."

Song Cheng observed patiently.

After these two invisible Ghost Servants and four powerful Medicine Men, he soon cast his gaze toward the man in the palanquin.

He had never seen a man of this appearance: sword-like brows and star-like eyes, incomparably handsome, skin whiter than snow, smooth and crystalline; he truly was a "handsome man who brings disaster."

And the man's data was: "0 (410) ~ 0 (820)."

"A member of a noble family." Song Cheng made his judgment.

The group of seven "people" moved extremely fast, like a sharp, unsheathed knife; while everyone's attention was attracted and gathered on the great battle in Beixue Zhou, they abruptly appeared in Hanping Prefecture, appeared at Zhushan, and then, with the dagger revealed, stabbed fiercely toward their target.

Although Song Cheng did not recognize the handsome man, he already roughly understood in his heart: this might be the mastermind behind the scenes.

It was he who manipulated the grudge between Lady Zhushan and Su Huxian.

Is this the "Chong Family" coming? This matter seemed abrupt, but Song Cheng pondered a little and found that the opponent chose the timing quite well.

First, the great battle is in Beixue Zhou; second, the North Land Blade King is also in Beixue Zhou;

The most important thing is that Su Huxian is seriously injured and has returned.

This mastermind behind the scenes must have originally designed a more precise plan, but because of his random interference, the plan was gone, and the trap was gone. Now they want to execute a decapitation plan.

But the timing of this decapitation plan was truly well-calculated; it would not be an exaggeration to call it "swift and decisive, a sword drawing blood."

"But, to be able to grasp the timing so well, it seems there is no shortage of spies."

While thinking, Song Cheng quickly returned his Soul to his body.

The youth lying on the grass rose leisurely; he did not intend to use the signature Mechanism Shield hidden in his pocket, held a long blade in one hand, sorted out the opponent's path of advance, and quickly intercepted them.

The two sides met in the wilderness more than ten miles away from "Zhushan Temple."

On one side was a "youth wearing the clothes of an Ordinary Disciple of Zhushan Temple"... on the other side were two invisible Ghost Servants, two blind Medicine Men above the Qi Realm, two Medicine Men above the Qi Realm, plus a mastermind from a noble family who could control illusions.

The two sides met just like that.

Green mountains and white clouds, red flowers everywhere... the clouds were dancing, and the wind was like a blade.

Without a word, Song Cheng shook the scabbard, the scabbard scattered, and the blade came out.

During these days, he had also raised the combat method of "Xuanwu True Qi" to Completion, and his strength had reached "374~748."

At the same time, the "+" sign for deduction appeared again, but this time the requirements were even more demanding.

For "Xuanwu True Qi" to deduce a technique from "Yellow Grade Grade A" to "Mysterious Grade Ding Quality," the probability was only 0.0002.

And the points required for each deduction also changed from "5 points" to "6 points."

Regarding this kind of deduction that requires a large number of points, Song Cheng's mindset was also very calm.

Those who seek longevity should deduce things slowly.

What is the rush? But if he could battle those of the same realm to increase the probability of his deductions, he would still be quite willing.

The youth raised his hand and beckoned toward the palanquin, signaling it to come over.

There was no verbal exchange between the two sides.

Those who came here and those who blocked the way were already clearly divided into camps; no words were needed.

Two medicine men above the Qi Realm set down the palanquin, stepped forward, spun their bodies, and transformed into two surging tornadoes; within the tornadoes were two long swords, churning the wind and clouds.

The sword light grew cold, one slashing down toward the youth's head, the other slashing from below toward his waist.

This was the first killing move.

At the same time, the wind rose.

The incomparably handsome man on the palanquin suddenly stood up and began to dance gracefully; a massive, alluring Youhu phantom suddenly emerged, and the air froze for an instant; the two medicine men who had flown out to slash at Song Cheng suddenly froze in place, as if trapped in a terrifying illusion, remaining completely motionless on the ground.

They were merely buying time for that handsome man.

No one could completely ignore two medicine men above the Qi Realm, and as long as he defended or fought back, it would give the handsome man a chance to cast his illusion, and then he would be dragged into the illusion along with the two medicine men.

At this very moment, the two blind medicine men from before made their move within the illusion.

Qi wrapped around the tornadoes, the swords swept over ten-plus zhang; one flew forward, while the other slashed out a sword Qi from afar that tore through and boiled the air, heading straight to kill that "youth wearing the clothes of an Ordinary Disciple of Zhushan Temple."

This was the second killing move.

The third killing move was the two invisible Ghost servants.

At the instant the handsome man began to dance, the two invisible Ghost servants were indeed also submerged in the illusion and unable to move. However, they were still in a state of invisibility.

If the opponent truly possessed great divine abilities and broke his illusion.

Then, the moment the illusion was dispelled, those two invisible Ghost servants would bypass him and launch a concealed attack on the enemy.

The three killing moves were linked one after another, filled with schemes and killing intent.

Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit.

The handsome man did not underestimate the enemy who had suddenly appeared here.

However, he did not take the enemy too seriously either.

The moment he began to dance, he had already started calculating that after solving this enemy, he needed to speed up to reach Zhushan Temple sooner, and then drag out the severely wounded Su Ningyu.

His time was running out, and due to a twist of fate, he had cooperated with an evil Ghost.

Now, he needed the Soul of Su Ningyu as a material to do something he had dreamed of, and the purpose of all this was to allow him to live a few more years.

Everything was for that possible, ethereal Dream of longevity.

Even though there was an Ice Coffin to delay aging, aging would still arrive! His aging had already arrived.

His body was even far worse than before.

But he was not resigned, so he had quietly left the Ice Coffin and laid out plans for decades—all for this day.

Even if there were some ripples, the result would not change! The handsome man's posture was alluring, but his eyes were filled with intense craving and power.

As many thoughts flashed by, time seemed to have been pressed with a slow-motion button.

In the illusion, that Ordinary Disciple of Zhushan Temple who should have been "controlled" had actually still drawn his blade.

One blade, Shadowless.

The blind medicine man who pounced over was struck by this blade, as if he hadn't been hit at all, his body remaining intact after landing. The medicine man himself was startled for a moment, and though he didn't understand why, he intended to continue his attack.

It was just that the moment he turned, a sudden change occurred! A red line appeared abruptly from the center of his forehead down to his chest and crotch.

The red line burst in an instant, turning into a twisted centipede pattern, and blood spread rapidly to the surroundings.

Bang! The so-called blind medicine man above the Qi Realm was belatedly slashed in two.

The handsome man, who was casting the illusion and dancing gracefully, was stunned.

After Song Cheng slashed out Shadowless, he raised his hand and waved.

His left hand, like a dark golden divine Buddha hand wreathed in clouds and mist, grabbed straight toward the sword Qi that had shot over from afar, boiling the air.

He clenched his five fingers! Crack!

The sword Qi shattered!

The handsome man:??? A thought of "impossible" flooded his mind.

And Song Cheng raised his eyes to look.

Form Four, Nightmare Dream.

If Shadowless was fast, then Nightmare Dream was not only fast, but also carried a touch of indescribable distortion and fantasy.

At this instant, the blind Ghost servant felt an overwhelming killing intent surging over; he struggled to resist, but the hand that was prepared to draw his sword slowly dropped.

Song Cheng walked casually to his side and killed him with a casual sword strike.

The handsome man hurriedly stopped his dance.

The invisible Ghost servants and the two medicine men all recovered and attacked Song Cheng from all sides.

Form Five, Cloud Follow.

Song Cheng drew his blade.

This blade was very strange.

It didn't slash forward or backward, but instead slashed out circles of cloud Qi around his body.

Every wisp of cloud Qi was blade Qi.

The blade light sliced like a slow execution, expanding fiercely like clouds.

It was blade Qi, and also "clouds made of blades."

The youth unleashed this blade, and it was as if his whole person had stepped into the clouds.

The two invisible Ghost servants and the two medicine men were touched by the blade cloud and instantly suffered a slow execution; their bodies were evenly sliced into hundreds of pieces in mid-air, blood exploded, and the eerie grave soil and white wax scattered everywhere.

"A bit interesting, but not much."

Song Cheng gave his evaluation.

This lineup of two Ghosts and four medicine men was barely enough for him to practice a move, allowing him to deepen his understanding of the power of his own techniques.

But that was all; he unleashed his move not to kill with it, but simply to see how his technique fared.

He scanned the probability again.

It did not double.

Clearly, "Cultivation Technique Deduction" encourages "improving slowly over the long river of time" rather than achieving success in one step, so after reaching the Mysterious Grade, the conditions for doubling the deduction probability have become increasingly harsh.

Song Cheng still remembered that when he was at Yellow Grade Grade C and Grade B, he could double the probability just by fighting people casually.

But now, he had dealt with these six experts, yet there was no improvement.

If he truly wanted to improve, he would need to go find people with strength similar to his own.

After killing the six, he looked at the handsome man.

He understood.

He could not kill this man.

Killing him would just destroy a shell; the person could simply shuttle into another shell.

As for the handsome man, watching the youth before him move with such agility and kill his painstakingly prepared subordinates one by one, he had forgotten how to breathe, only watching this scene with cold hands and feet.

Years of painstaking effort, destroyed just like that?!! Why? However, his mentality was excellent; he quickly sobered up, knowing there was no other way, so when the youth in the clothing of an Ordinary Disciple of Zhushan Temple approached, he sighed dejectedly and asked, "Who are you?"

Song Cheng said, "Look at my clothes, can't you tell?"

The handsome man's eyes flickered, and he said, "Song Cheng, you didn't go to Beixue Zhou."

Song Cheng:??? Not bad, not bad.

For someone behind the scenes, he still had that much brainpower.

The next moment, the handsome man suddenly said in an extremely seductive tone, "Song Cheng, you are a hero of the world..."

Song Cheng raised his hand and said, "Stop, I am not Song Cheng, you really guessed wrong."

The handsome man:??? Song Cheng glanced at his panel and his Chang Sheng Bu Lao talent, then raised his hand and swore solemnly: "If I am Song Cheng, then in this life my cultivation will be unable to progress even an inch, no matter how I practice, I won't advance half a step!"

Having said that, he squatted down and said sincerely, "Alright, let's be open and honest."

The handsome man said with a gloomy expression, "You are actually not Song Cheng. Then, what do you want to do?"

Song Cheng said, "I'm just curious about what you want to do; if it's not bad, then I plan to join in."

After saying that, he casually glanced at the Ghost servants and medicine men he had killed and said, "Killing these pieces of trash counts as proof of my strength for joining."

The handsome man said excitedly, "Immortality, I am doing this for immortality!

No one can refuse immortality; even if it only delays one's lifespan a little, it is worth it!

Since you are not Song Cheng, then you must be from a noble family.

As a member of a noble family, you are not sleeping in an Ice Coffin but have walked out of one; I suppose your time is also running out, and you have come to gamble for a chance at survival! Isn't that right?!"

Song Cheng said, "Mm-hmm."

The handsome man said, "You sneak into Zhushan Temple with me; there, Su Ningyu is heavily injured and is currently recovering. She would never imagine that someone could extract her Soul from her shell! As long as we absorb her Soul, afterwards, I have a way to achieve immortality! I will teach you!"

Song Cheng said, "Tell me now."

The handsome man squinted at him and asked, "Which family are you from?"

Song Cheng said, "You speak first."

The air suddenly fell silent.

The two seemed to be competing in patience.

Finally, the handsome man sighed, because he really didn't have much time left to live, and said, "The Soul originates from the physical body; when the body withers, one's lifespan is exhausted, and the Soul will also die.

The only way is to have the Soul coexist with a Ghost.

The Ghost is immortal and indestructible, and our Souls can therefore also be immortal and indestructible."

Su Huxian had told Song Cheng about this.

The Souls of noble families are naturally noble; that layer of dark Grey Membrane makes it extremely difficult for a noble family's Soul to be destroyed, and even if entangled by a Ghost, it might only be "attached" and unable to leave, yet one would suffer immense pain within it, as if in an unending hell.

But he truly had never thought that there would actually be a madman who, in order to live a few more years, would go so insane as to come up with the idea of "actively attaching oneself to a Ghost."

The handsome man said, "I know what you are worried about, but I have a way to weaken this pain. Therefore, I need the Soul of another noble family disciple as a catalyst. This time, you help me! I will definitely help you too!"

Song Cheng thought for a moment and said, "Can a Soul really attach to a Ghost?"

The handsome man said with absolute certainty, "Yes!"

(End of this chapter)