Chapter 96: 107, 108 The City Falls and All Past Matters Are Resolved, the Su Family's Xuan Bing Reappears (Large Chapter, Please Su

The power in this world is divided into two systems: Yin and Yang.

Yang is the tempering of the body.

Yin is the training of the Soul.

Yet, regarding this training of the Soul, Song Cheng has always felt it to be vague.

From the beginning of Heart Eye, to Night Wandering, Day Wandering, Object Manipulation, and Manifestation, he could actually be considered a practitioner of Soul training.

However, he knows very little about the realms of the Soul; Lady Zhushan is merely a Contemplator, and the disciples of Zhushan are "secondary Contemplators," while the source of their contemplation, Su Huxian, only knows that the entry point to the Xuan Realm is "Born Ghost."

Those born with it seem difficult to achieve through later efforts.

Here, Yin and Yang seem like two great rivers converging in one place.

Of course, from his conversation with this man, he already knew Su Huxian's true name—Su Ningyu.

For those in the Jianghu, the "entry point to the Xuan Realm" is undoubtedly a god that can be worshipped; it can not only possess bodies and use illusions and strange arts, but also allow others to contemplate, while its own body possesses medicinal effects that can be called "supernatural," used to create Medicine Men.

And what of Ghosts?

A Ghost is like a super-upgraded version of the "entry point to the Xuan Realm."

The entry point to the Xuan Realm has a Soul that is hard to destroy, but a Ghost is immortal and indestructible.

The entry point to the Xuan Realm creates Medicine Men, while a Ghost creates Ghost Servants.

The entry point to the Xuan Realm uses illusions, while a Ghost uses Chongxian.

The entry point to the Xuan Realm can allow people to contemplate and use its power, but what about a Ghost? Do Ghost organs count as a different kind of enhanced contemplation? For example, Song Cheng's Ghost Eye, or the chest of this man at this moment—the part of his heart on his chest had already scaled over, sprouting grave soil and white wax.

To persuade Song Cheng, the handsome man took the initiative to pull open his clothes and said, "This is the connection with the Ghost! I accidentally obtained a volume of ancient Soul secret records, which recorded a further method."

"Now I can only tell you that establishing a connection with a Ghost and then taking a portion of a Soul of the same level is a prerequisite."

"Help me, and when my task is accomplished, this ancient Soul secret record will definitely be presented to you with both hands."

Song Cheng nodded and chatted with the handsome man for a while longer.

From some of the finer details, combined with the information he already knew, he roughly guessed the handsome man's original planned scheme.

This man and Su Ningyu were of the same clan; they were both of the Su Family.

Decades ago, the man's time was running out, but he accidentally obtained the ancient Soul secret record and found a so-called "Changsheng Famen."

To extend his lifespan, the man decided to make a move.

At this time, Su Ningyu became the Su Family walker, emerging from the mysterious underground Ice Coffin that delayed aging; this man followed her out quietly.

Why?

Perhaps Su Ningyu was relatively young in the Su Family and had seen less of the world.

Song Cheng could tell this from the fact that "having intimate relations with her could actually increase favorability."

If this wasn't a "novice" Fox Immortal, what could it be? Therefore, this clansman whose time was running out felt that this young clansman was easier to deal with.

After leaving the Ice Coffin, Su Ningyu found Lady Zhushan and attempted to use Lady Zhushan as a breakthrough point to seal the Ghost. This clansman interfered, causing the power Su Ningyu gave to bring disaster to Lady Zhushan. During this, he likely possessed the relatives of Lady Zhushan, sowing discord and spreading rumors... This led to the death of Lady Zhushan's entire clan, and also led to Lady Zhushan's complete distrust of Su Ningyu, later sealing her with a certain secret technique.

Needless to say, this secret technique was nine times out of ten taught in secret by this clansman.

As for his own wife accidentally opening the seal, that was likely also a time set by this clansman.

He could not calculate what would happen decades later, but he knew that these forty years were the most he could sustain, and that after forty years, there would inevitably be chaos.

And if everything went according to this man's vision, the best-case scenario would be: Su Ningyu seals the Ghost, is severely injured, and sleeps most of the time.

Lady Zhushan learns that Su Ningyu broke the seal, mobilizes a large force, comes to confront her, and wants to seal her again.

And when Su Ningyu and Lady Zhushan are face to face, or even fighting, that is the moment for this man to strike.

As for Song Cheng himself, he should have been something this handsome man created on the fly, using the current situation to assist his main plan.

The general idea was likely to kill him if possible; if he couldn't be killed, then spread rumors to ruin his reputation; if that still didn't work, he would likely capture his wife to force him to submit, or something similar.

The man had been planning for decades and controlled the Five-and-a-Half Hall of Beixue Zhou; logically, this plan should have been executable, and even if one wanted to break the situation, one would need to wait until the very end to see the truth.

And Song Cheng would be exhausted, not only having to deal with the successive assassinations but also having to "disembowel himself to respond to rumors and prove his innocence." If he were careless and let his wife be captured, he would probably go insane.

Unfortunately, none of the above happened.

You tell me, who would suddenly explode and flip the table the moment the Five-and-a-Half Hall just mobilized, the plan had just started to be executed, and the chess pieces had just been placed on the board? These days, for people in the Jianghu, "upholding morality is the mainstream."

People like this who "don't even have a start, and without a word, directly spread rumors" are truly rare—it's not that they can't, but that they don't.

Therefore, Zhao Hua hadn't thought of this, and Tie Zhenyi hadn't either; it was only when they saw Song Cheng "subduing people with virtue," directly stepping on the third-in-command of the Five-and-a-Half Hall, and then publicly reading out the other party's "evidence of crimes," that they seemed to have an epiphany: Oh... so it's possible to play like this, right?

The exchange between the two sides was very rapid.

It was mixed with probing and mutual vigilance, but it also contained the man's anxiety and haste, because he really didn't have much time left. If it were decades or centuries earlier, he might have been more composed.

But now, he really couldn't do it.

Therefore, in order to gain the trust of this aristocratic family member, the man also revealed many details to prove the authenticity and reliability of his plan.

"I've said so much, you should believe me. My plan has been disrupted; only by quickly executing a decapitation can it be remedied," the handsome man urged. "Hurry up and get on your way."

Song Cheng nodded, then swung his blade.

The handsome man's expression was one of momentary astonishment, confusion, and anger.

And this expression froze on his face, and as his head rolled away, it was stained with quite a bit of mud and dust.

Song Cheng quickly added a few more slashes to ensure he was dead beyond a doubt.

Just kidding—acting a little was enough; how could he bring this kind of enemy into his own home?

Thinking this, he leaned over, flicked his long blade, and the clothes opened by themselves.

He looked at the chest again.

The grave soil and white wax skin scales were gone.

"Hmm?"

Song Cheng's expression shifted, and then he relaxed and lay down, so that his body would not be in a "state of power operation."

With one thought, his Soul left his body, gathered sand and stones to Manifest, then squatted in front of his own body and gently lifted his own eyelids with fingers made of sand and stones.

Behind the eyelids were a pair of turbid, pale pupils.

He moved his fingers slightly, applying the principles of muscles to flip his own eyeballs out.

At this sight, he understood in a second.

His eyeballs were grayish-white, possessing absolutely no supernatural power.

In other words, the Ghost Eye was bound to his Soul.

When his Soul left his body, the Ghost Eye followed it out as well.

Night fell.

It was not until midnight that Su Huxian slowly woke up, her expression weak.

For these days, she had been resisting the "Rotten Poison curse personally inflicted by the evil Ghost," and she herself felt as if she might capsize at any moment amidst the raging waves.

Originally, she could wake up as soon as night fell.

Now, however, she could only remain clear-headed for about an hour at the midnight hour.

And the moment she opened her eyes, she saw Song Cheng dressed as a scholar.

Holding a folding fan, wearing a hair-binding crown, a moon-white Confucian robe with a treasure-blue cross-collar, and long sleeves hanging slightly, he naturally possessed a certain air of romance.

The reason for this attire was that he had confirmed one point during his conversation with that handsome man during the Daytime: the Su Family generally had a favorable impression of scholars; men liked the scholar look, while women were directly prone to having a favorable impression of scholars.

As an immortal, Song Cheng naturally did not cling to his original image.

Today, he took the opportunity to change his robes and also changed his temperament.

"Little Song, I... I like this outfit of yours so much." Su Huxian bit her lip.

Song Cheng said, "If Sister Ningyu likes it, from now on, whenever I am with you, I shall always dress this way."

Su Huxian was just about to speak when she was suddenly stunned.

"How do you know my name?"

Song Cheng recounted everything he had seen and encountered today, and even the situation he had deduced.

Su Huxian was dumbfounded, then immediately bared her teeth and grimaced, but upon seeing the elegant scholar Little Song, she calmed down a lot.

"Little Song, the night is deep." Su Huxian said softly, "I want to eat chicken."

Song Cheng was well-prepared; roast chicken, braised chicken, soy sauce chicken, white-cut chicken, and Beggar Chicken were all served on the table.

Su Ningyu pounced in front of the table and began to feast, sucking her fingers after eating, then said, "Little Song, I am going to leave for a while, leaving tonight. I have guessed who did the things you mentioned. I must go home to wake everyone up and have them execute family law."

Song Cheng thought for a moment and said worriedly, "Won't he strike first to gain the advantage? After all, his seniority in the clan should be higher than yours, right? His body was severed by me during the day; if he has no backup plan, it is highly likely he will return to the Su Family early and make false accusations against you to prevent you from filing a complaint."

Su Ningyu looked at him, the more she looked the more delighted she became, satisfied no matter how she looked at him, and her favorability rating "whooshed" from the original 95 to 99.

She pouted her little mouth and bit her lip, saying, "Then... then what should I do?"

Song Cheng understood in a second.

It seemed this little fox fairy had a way to deal with it, so she was playing "role-play" with him.

Song Cheng said righteously, "In all the world's affairs, nothing escapes the word 'reason'; I will go and reason with your family!"

Su Ningyu giggled, held her heart with both hands, and said, "That really makes my heart flutter."

As she spoke, she leaned closer, stared at the youth's eyes for a while, and then murmured, "If the white wax grave soil scales on Su Houzhang's chest are the connection to the evil Ghost, wouldn't your eyes be the same?

Su Houzhang should be the person whose body you killed today.

However, I am very curious.

Su Houzhang is a natural Ghost, which is why he could bear the connection with the evil Ghost.

What about you?

You... could it be that you are also from a Great Family?"

After saying this, Su Ningyu propped her chin on her hand, smiling softly: "Come, scholar, leave your body so I can see."

She had only said it with such skepticism and did not expect Song Cheng to actually be able to do it.

After all, for ordinary people, yin and yang are completely opposed; those who practice the Soul do not practice martial arts, and those who practice martial arts do not practice the Soul. And even for those of them from Great Families, they can only maintain the "fusion of yin and yang" within their own bodies; otherwise, in the outside world, wouldn't it be better to possess a Martial Artist of the Qi Realm?

Song Cheng smiled faintly and said, "Alright, Miss."

Given their closeness, and after he discovered that "his own Soul practice was not actually special," he had no intention of hiding it; after all, it was not some treasure.

Immediately, he left his body with a single thought, his Soul floating in mid-air.

Su Ningyu:???

As an expert like her, she could naturally see the Soul.

Song Cheng quickly returned.

Su Ningyu looked at him in astonishment and asked, "Are you from a Great Family?"

Song Cheng shook his head.

Su Ningyu propped her chin and looked at him, suddenly saying, "Scholar, let's be intimate again tonight; after we are done, I will return to the Su Family first. This time, I fear it will be for a long while. But you must be quick this time; the Rotten Poison I am afflicted with has not yet been resolved."

Immediately, the two were like a scholar and a young lady drinking tea in a boudoir, sipping one after another.

The iron cavalry charged out with the ringing of blades and spears, like a silver vase suddenly shattering and water splashing out.

After the "tea" was finished.

Su Ningyu kissed Song Cheng's forehead lightly and said, "Rest assured, Su Houzhang will have no chance to come back and seek revenge on you," after which her Soul suddenly departed, Ling'er woke up in a daze, looked at the sticky body, immediately knew what had happened, so her heart rejoiced, and she had a sudden flash of wit, pretending she was still Su Ningyu as she leaned over, stiffening her face, holding the airs and charm of the Su Huxian she imagined, and murmured, "Scholar, I want more."

For an immortal who likes to "guard the home."

Welcoming and seeing off guests seemed to have become a common occurrence.

Su Ningyu was gone.

Song Cheng did not know how she would handle this matter when she went to the Su Family.

He was not omniscient and omnipotent; all he could do was guard Zhushan daily, guarding beside his own home.

No one knew that he had just knocked down the mastermind behind this "Beixue Zhou Chaos."

However, he was indeed worried that Su Houzhang would come to seek revenge, so after some thought, he transferred An Chenyu, who had a slightly bulging lower abdomen, along with Ying'er and Ling'er, to a secret location deep within Zhushan Temple.

That secret location had an elegant environment, with flowers and butterflies dancing together; it was very secluded and tranquil.

His wife rested there, wandering amidst the mountains and waters.

And he also practiced his cultivation amidst these mountains and waters.

Zhao Hua was one of the very few who knew that the "North Land Blade King" had not gone to the Beixue Zhou battlefield.

On this day, perhaps worried that his sworn brother was bored, he brought quite a bit of fine wine and came from afar to Zhushan Temple, meeting with Song Cheng to chat about the front-line war situation and the things that had happened in the Prefecture City these past few days.

There were many complex matters, mostly involving the shifting of power; Song Cheng listened as if hearing stories, laughing from time to time, clinking cups with Huazi, and then asking about the progress of Zhao Hua's cultivation.

After a few times, Zhao Hua suddenly said: "Big Brother, medicine men are so useful, why don't we build a force of medicine men?"

Song Cheng was stunned for a moment, then, not hiding anything from his sworn brother, he explained the "raw materials" and "some limitations of medicine men."

"Medicine men are similar to Ghosts, yet they are not even as good as Ghosts.

The autonomous ability of medicine men is relatively poor; relying on medicine men to do things results in the scene on the first floor of Qianzhen Ge.

They can serve as thugs or house guards, but they cannot do anything else.

As for the formula for medicine men, your sister-in-law is different from us; she values morality. The Lady of Zhushan handed the inheritance to her, and she will not be willing to tell anyone without that lady's permission.

Of course, if I were to force her to tell me, she would say it, but that would not be good."

"I understand." Zhao Hua thought for a moment and then said, "As for the Lady of Zhushan, I just received news this morning that a team of envoys from the Northern Barbarians is heading this way. I suspect it definitely has to do with Big Brother."

"Big Brother, Big Brother." Song Cheng suddenly smiled, "You should still show some respect to Manor Master Ouyang."

Zhao Hua chuckled and said: "No need, from now on, this brotherhood will just be between me and Big Brother."

Having said that, he leaned in and said: "I won't hide it from you, Big Brother, I am about to become Manor Master Ouyang's son-in-law.

Once I am a son-in-law, it naturally won't be appropriate to be brothers anymore.

Furthermore, the father-in-law swearing an oath with us was only for the sake of binding interests... Now that there is a better path of marriage, seniority is more important than brotherhood."

Seeing that the person beside him was also about to settle down, Song Cheng was quite happy.

Suddenly, spring rain arrived, but the two were still deep in conversation, chatting for a while about the Ouyang family's daughter, and then about various miscellaneous matters, until evening, when Zhao Hua finally left.

A few days later, a letter was delivered to Tong Jia.

It was a letter from the Lady of Zhushan.

Tong Jia sought out Song Cheng to read it together.

The letter only asked one question consisting of four characters: Fox Immortal? Fox Ghost? Tong Jia replied directly: Fox Immortal.

Song Cheng, however, suppressed her letter; for the Lady of Zhushan, this was not a matter of a simple reply, but something that required proof.

And the only way to prove it was in Beixue Zhou. Since the Five-and-a-Half Hall was cooperating with Su Houzhang, they must certainly know quite a few things.

After thinking about it, he earnestly wrote a letter back, which basically said, "The Great Hall Master of the Five-and-a-Half Hall should be able to prove it."

Once the letter was sent, there was no sound.

After some more days passed, Song Cheng heard that the Northern Barbarians had also dispatched Demon Beast Cavalry to head south toward Beixue Zhou.

He knew that this was nine times out of ten the Lady of Zhushan acting as the pusher, and the Great Barbarian King, having pondered for a long time, felt that the southern land was fertile, so why stop in the north if he could go south? Time flew by, and it was mid-April.

The Ghost mist in the wilderness grew increasingly eerie.

And even though it was already spring, the temperature remained neither warm nor cold, and there was even a strange omen that it was about to regress.

News from the front line was also transmitted back.

The Six Towns, Hanping Prefecture, and the Barbarian Army joined forces, captured Beixue Zhou, and wiped out the Five-and-a-Half Hall.

Among them, the combat power of the Six Towns was surprisingly strong.

Another half a month later, in the cold mist of deep spring, the Lady of Zhushan returned from afar with the Northern Barbarian demon beasts and knocked on the gates of Hanping Prefecture.

The garrison of Hanping Prefecture stood in strict formation, not daring to open the gates.

Even if it was the Lady of Zhushan, they did not dare.

Because in everyone's eyes, although this lady had brought peace, she had also been labeled with the Northern Barbarian tag because of it.

Whether she was still one of their own was hard to say.

However, the appearance of Tong Niangzi quickly resolved this problem.

The moment they saw Tong Jia, the city gate guards bowed respectfully, chanting "Greetings, Temple Master Tong," and then opened the gates under Tong Jia's guarantee.

The Lady of Zhushan entered the city alone, riding alongside Tong Niangzi.

"Accompany this old woman to a place."

The Lady of Zhushan had a complex expression, and the cold air from when they first met was gone.

Tong Jia accompanied her, purchasing some wine, meat, incense, and paper money along the way, and then arrived at a nameless mound of desolate graves deep in Zhushan.

The Lady of Zhushan lit the paper money, burned the incense, and offered the wine and meat in sacrifice.

She looked at the graves, her expression filled with infinite complexity, and then said: "Is little Song here?"

Tong Jia said: "I will go find him."

The Lady of Zhushan shook her head and only said: "Just thank him for me."

Having said that, she added: "You were right, it was just that this old woman was muddled and blind, unable to see the truth clearly. The Fox Immortal is a Fox Immortal, not a Fox Ghost."

As she spoke, she untied her heavy robes and wiped away the medicinal paste on her face, revealing a face that was beautiful enough to topple cities, yet whose eyes revealed an aged look.

She stared at these nameless graves and said: "Those who died here were all my relatives. They treated me very well in the past, but ever since I had this face, they changed... I have always been suspicious, always in pain.

Why would family affection be swayed by beauty?

Why did I clearly trust Su Huxian, yet she cursed me?

Now I know."

She looked up, revealing a beautiful smile.

"Family affection has never changed."

"Su Huxian has not let me down either."

The wind is clear and the clouds are white, drifting leisurely like water flowing east.

The face that was once loathed is no longer a burden, but a source of pride.

In this world, what woman does not love beauty?

"Jia Er, from now on, Zhushan Temple is completely handed over to you.

I shall return to the Barbarian tribe.

With me there, the Barbarian tribe will not be in turmoil.

If you see Su Huxian again, say 'I'm sorry' for me.

If Su Houzhang dies, please tell me as well.

I would be eternally grateful."

After giving these instructions, the Lady of Zhushan brought Tong Jia to Zhushan Temple, fully imparted the tokens of the head of Zhushan Temple, and then hurried away; this time, she took the Skull Double Fish Pendant with her.

The token of the head of Zhushan Temple is a building with an ancient style.

That building is composed of a gold and jade bed and an ancient bronze mirror.

And these two items are naturally both Ghost Artifacts, belonging to those the Lady of Zhushan spent forty years of effort collecting.

The method of use is the same as the Skull Double Fish Pendant: "Place it under moonlight, and it can only be used for a short while the next day, and only by ordinary people."

However, regarding such Ghost Artifacts, Tong Niangzi has a bit of a headache.

Because she cannot use them.

She is already a Martial Artist at the Great Accomplishment of the Jin Realm; how could she use these things?

Thus, she called over her own husband, who was out sightseeing, and pointing at the bed and the bronze mirror, said: "These are the Zhushan Temple tokens, but I cannot use them."

Song Cheng walked closer, raised his hand, and an intangible Soul reached out and touched them lightly.

"Only ordinary people can use them"—he actually does not think so.

The Lady of Zhushan was only a "Contemplator," and much of her power came from Su Ningyu; she did not know many of the principles.

But Song Cheng knows.

Ghost Artifacts resist "Yang Qi."

Just like the little people of the Fire Kingdom resisting the little people of the Ice Kingdom.

However, this kind of influence does not target the Soul.

As long as one touches them with their Soul, they can be used as normal.

Sure enough, in an instant, he had the feeling of floating, and at the same time, he understood how the Lady of Zhushan had spied on him back then—because when his Soul linked to this mirror, he saw that the mirror displayed almost the entire area of Hanping Prefecture.

With a slight movement of his mind, the mirror would zoom in or out.

He could see the bustling markets and martial arts schools of Hanping Prefecture at this moment—it is just that the martial arts schools were relatively blurry, especially White Camel Manor, which is guarded by Ouyang Sha, which was a complete blur; he could see nothing.

"Good stuff."

"What's good about it?" Tong Niangzi asked.

Song Cheng said: "You didn't see the scene in the mirror?"

"What did you see?" Tong Niangzi asked in surprise; she only saw herself and Song Cheng in the mirror, and absolutely no scene of Hanping Prefecture.

Song Cheng recounted what he had seen.

Tong Niangzi said: "Then—then you take this token and use it.

I know that you have always been silently protecting this place. This mirror is most suitable for you.

Now I am the master of Zhushan Temple; what constitutes a token is for me to decide."

After saying this, she took out a small booklet and said: "Give this to Huazi; he has wanted this for a long time."

Song Cheng opened it and looked; the handwriting on the booklet was scrawled, clearly his wife's "prescription style." "What is this?"

"A formula for Medicine Men."

"Does Huazi... recognize your handwriting?"

Tong Niangzi was embarrassed into anger.

Song Cheng hurriedly said: "Alright, alright, just this, this."

Although Tong Niangzi feigned anger, she eventually took the booklet back to look at it carefully, then sat down at the desk, picked up a brush, and continued to revise any parts she felt were too scrawled.

While she was perfecting the "Formula for Medicine Men," she added: "Husband, try that gold and jade bed; if it's good, take it with you."

Song Cheng teased: "If the old lady knew you were being so wasteful, she would definitely regret it."

Tong Niangzi said: "Isn't it still for you?"

Song Cheng walked toward the gold and jade bed, raised his hand, and touched it with his Soul.

In an instant, a sense of comfort spread from the bed throughout his entire body; his energy was rapidly recovering, and his Soul felt nourished, a pleasure just like swallowing ice and snow in the dog days of summer or eating hot pot in the twelfth lunar month, refreshing him right to the top of his head.

"This is a bed for repairing the Soul."

Song Cheng felt extremely amazed—he wondered if this thing would be useful for Su Ningyu.

But after lying there for a while, he began to feel something strange.

He looked at Tong Niangzi.

Tong Niangzi was no longer dressed like the village girl of the past, but was wrapped in a white-gold cloak. The cloak was oversized, its hem just covering the tops of her thighs, like a long dress enveloping her body.

Her black hair was combed neatly and styled into a proper bun on top, with a wooden hairpin, not at all flashy.

Her forehead was exposed, but this not only did not detract from her, it made her appear as pure as ice and snow, and paired with her focused, earnest, and slightly compassionate eyes, it was easy to associate her with words like "Saintess."

For such a master of Zhushan Temple, the first thing anyone would perceive is words like "holy" and "worthy of respect." No one would think in terms of "man and woman."

But if one truly did think about it, their heart would inevitably pound, giving rise to a dark, stimulating sense of sacrilege.

Yet, such a Young Mistress is Song Cheng's wife.

Song Cheng's blood surged; whenever he saw Tong Niangzi, and whenever he thought of her even slightly, his heart would stir.

But today, at this very moment, a strange sense of "repulsion" began to grow in the depths of his heart.

He actually felt a bit disgusted by women, wondering why there had to be women in the world.

He actually did not want to form any relationship "beyond that of a stranger" with any member of the opposite sex.

This feeling grew increasingly intense.

Slap.

Song Cheng hurriedly raised his hand.

The "sense of disgust" seemed to have lost its source and began to slowly fade away.

Only then did his normal feeling of "attraction between the opposite sexes" when looking at Tong Niangzi begin to recover.

"What's wrong? Husband?" Tong Niangzi also sensed something unusual.

Song Cheng said, "This bed is wicked."

However, because of this, he also began to understand why Lady Zhushan had such a strange temper; that lady truly disregarded everything to become stronger. This was different from the "cultivation of evil arts" he had initially imagined.

He had thought Lady Zhushan "cultivated out of her own suffering," but the reality was actually visualization.

Then, Lady Zhushan's twisted personality did not come from continued practice, but from this bed.

At this time.

In some unknown place.

A dim, small hut, looking like a hut in a shanty area.

There was a door, and inside the door was a cramped room.

The house was one story, not a pavilion.

Strangely, this small hut did not seem to exist in reality, but rather seemed to be floating in the void.

It was formless and without substance, displaying a mysterious ghostly light only on its surface.

If Song Cheng were here and could see this dim, small hut, he would feel a strong sense of discrepancy.

Why?

Because this dim, small hut gave one a feeling similar to his Ghost Tower.

It was just that this dim, small hut was one story, while his Ghost Tower was nine stories.

Not only that, the space, the "footprint," of his Ghost Tower was also much larger than this dim, small hut.

Inside the cramped hut, strands of Soul were standing.

Men and women, old people and children—the children still bore fox tails.

There were no more than ten or so people in total.

And in the area surrounded in the center, an old man was roaring angrily: "It was me who did it, but am I wrong? Which one of you doesn't want eternal life? I failed this time, but the Soul secret record notes I obtained can be used on outsiders. Give me a chance to redeem myself. As long as I succeed, we can all find a way to reach the next level, and we can all extend our lives!"

This old man was none other than Su Houzhang.

After speaking, he added cunningly: "If you seal me, then you will never get to see that secret record notebook."

In the hut, it was incomparably quiet.

Su Ningyu looked at the only beautiful woman sitting in the middle and acted like a spoiled child: "Sister~~~"

The beautiful woman rested her chin on her hand, seemingly pondering something, her gaze sweeping across the Su Family members; seeing their hearts wavering, she suddenly said: "Su Houzhang, the method recorded in the secret record notebook you saw, does it require you to connect yourself to a Ghost through a Soul cushion layer? The Ghost is immortal, so you are also immortal?"

This time it was Su Houzhang's turn to be quiet.

He gritted his teeth and said: "Family Head, what you said... is, and isn't. Because it's not that simple."

The beautiful woman said: "Then that's right. The notebook you read was compiled by some ancient Ghosts that had gained intelligence. They were lying to you."

Su Houzhang: Seeing that he was about to make a scene again.

The beautiful woman said with some annoyance: "This was originally a secret; when I inherited the Su Family, the previous Family Head also said this secret could only be passed to the next Family Head. But now that our Su Family has few members, it is time to tell you this secret.

That is the true secret to going further, not the wicked, crooked path compiled by these Ghosts that you obtained."

"This stage is called Crossing the Tribulation.

But the tribulation being crossed is the tribulation of Chongxian."

"However, Su Houzhang, how this tribulation is crossed has nothing to do with you anymore.

Seal him up; the vacated Ice Coffin will be reserved for the next clansman."

Immediately, someone from the Su Family stepped out and took Su Houzhang away.

The crowd dispersed one by one, leaving only the beautiful woman and Su Ningyu in the dim, small hut.

Su Ningyu said impatiently: "Sister, what I said is true; he not only defeated the Ghost servant and medicine man Su Houzhang brought, but he can also perform Soul projection."

The beautiful woman looked at her with a smile and said: "Xiao Yu'er has also grown up and knows how to be with a man.

Very well, then give him a test to see if he truly has the innate Ghost of a noble family.

If he has it, then our Su Family will accept him.

If he doesn't, then it was not meant to be."

(End of this chapter)