Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy-Chapter 110 - 89 90. The demon of the north known as Blade King

Chapter 110: 89, 90. The demon of the north known as Blade King, whose wife Lady Gaoyi sets out for the Barbarian Lands (Major Chapter – Subscribe Request)

Chapter 110: 89, 90. The demon of the north known as Blade King, whose wife Lady Gaoyi sets out for the Barbarian Lands (Major Chapter – Subscribe Request)

[Name: Song Cheng]

[Talent: Longevity]

[Added Points: 427]

[Realm: Yellow Level, Grade A]

[Cultivation Technique]

Broken Mountain Spirit Blade Qi Secret Manual (Yellow Level, Grade A) (Perfection)

True Form of Xuanwu (Nine Forms) (Yellow Level, Grade B) (Perfection)

Xuanwu Body (Perfect)

[Skills]

Three Styles of Felling Mountains (Yellow Level, Grade A) (Blade Qi) (Style One: Cleave Mountain, Style Two: Subduing Mountain, Style Three: Giant Spirit)

Xuanwu Four Styles (Yellow Level, Grade B) (Blade and Shield) (Style One: Shadowless, Style Two: Jiao Mountain, Style Three: Immovable Deity, Style Four: Nightmare Spell) (Perfection)

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Thousand Hands of Pear Blossoms (Perfection)

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Combat Power: 290~580.

‘Style Three, Giant Spirit.’

The young man thought inwardly.

Afterward, he raised his hand into the void, and an invisible force emanated from his arm.

It was an arm darkened by swirling mist; a giant phantom supported by invisible force. The shadow stood over ten feet tall, its face fierce and eyes tightly shut, resembling a little giant cloaked in heavy armor, god-like in its presence.

In the Heart’s Eye of the blind, it appeared as a giant radiating a faint golden light.

The young man withdrew his fist, and the phantom vanished.

The Perfection of the Qi Realm was indeed such a phantom.

After pausing, Song Cheng pondered his elder disciple brother’s combat power.

Was it “160~292,” right?

He breathed a sigh of relief.

‘Finally surpassed the strongest person I’ve known, if Elder Brother exerted all his strength, he might… give me a bit of pain, right?’

‘After reviewing the “Broken Mountain Spirit Blade Qi Secret Manual,” the probability of my martial arts deduction has also risen to 0.64%, but that’s still low.

I need more experience.

I also need to find a way to check out the Qi Realm Technique at White Camel Estate.’

‘How to look at it, though?’

Song Cheng pondered.

The world changes, winds gather and disperse, myriads of chaotic appearances rush towards him, surrounded by the deceit of flourishing power, but Song Cheng never forgets what he needs to do most: In the most stable environment, pursue stronger power with the most stable means.

Thus, even though his strength already far surpassed that of “the second Great Hall Master of the Prefectural City,” what sparked in his heart wasn’t thoughts like “I can go out and flaunt.”

He thought about continuing to grow stronger.

After a long while,

He sorted out quite a few ideas.

First, he should adopt the persona of a martial fanatic, as martial fanatics aren’t odd, and they don’t easily offend people;

Second, frequent visits to White Camel Estate, see if he could win over the Estate Master, get in his good graces, and then have a chance to see his cultivation techniques;

Third, so far, he had actually seen a force stronger than “the second Great Hall Master of the Prefectural City” outside, which was the army. The “momentum” of the army fluctuates greatly and might reach very high levels, even a small group of soldiers was already stronger than the Great Hall Master. Moreover, as he understood, in Dashang and the Northern Barbarians, while individual valor is important, what truly determined victory was the overall quality of the army and the commander’s strategic decisions on the battlefield. Perhaps the mystery of the “Profound Level” was hidden there?

Fourth, since the Ghost Tide was overwhelming… what Chenyu said was right; if we can’t stop the evil spirits, we might at least choose one that is close to us.

Fifth, can Trickery Technique enhance strength?

The young man sat pondering in a tea house.

The northern winter often brings snow.

Snowflakes, not known when, began to fall again, accumulating on the frozen pond like wadding.

However, the young man couldn’t see this beauty.

Suddenly, his taut nerves relaxed because he heard footsteps behind him, followed by hands that covered his eyes from behind, and a playful tender voice came: “Guess who.”

“I guess it’s Song Cheng.”

“Wrong guess, punish you…” Miss An’s eyes sparkled, the word “you” lingering, but it was unclear what would follow.

Song Cheng said, “Then punish me to stay outside the house for a night.”

Miss An said, “Wishful thinking!”

She was wrapped in a fluffy fur coat, which felt very comfortable.

She sat beside the young man and then snuggled into his embrace.

She had already started preparing herself to be a mother, and at this time, she was particularly clingy to this man who would soon bless her womb with a new life, even learning how to act coquettishly, even though she was once an ambitious and commanding chairwoman of a merchant association.

“Jia is still doing alchemy; she’s been pushing herself too hard lately, practicing during the day and night.”

“Hmm… I know.”

“Is the mother-in-law going on a long journey?” Miss An’s address also changed following her man’s response.

“She has a premonition.”

Song Cheng replied.

Then added, “Rather than calling it a premonition, it’s inevitable.

Because she wants to reveal the existence of Ghost Servants to everyone, to make them vigilant against the real enemy, so… she must leave.

She doesn’t know when this inevitability will happen, so naturally, she wants to pass on her knowledge to someone.

Jia understands the mother-in-law’s intentions, so… one teaches desperately, the other learns desperately.”

Miss An hugged him a bit nervously, asking softly, “Then, will you go with her?”

She knew that what Lady Zhushan was about to do was great, and her man, as the lady’s partner, should rightfully accompany her on her noble quest.

But she worried, and couldn’t bear the thought.

Because what Lady Zhushan was about to do was dangerous.

From her understanding of Song Cheng, Song Cheng disliked risks, but this time… she wasn’t certain.

Not only was she uncertain, but even Song Cheng himself was somewhat unsure.

He also attempted to convince himself, talking about how going out could provide experience, claiming he was already quite strong, saying Lady Zhushan couldn’t do without him.

But when Miss An posed this question, he finally had an answer: “If I were a turtle that only knew to protect its home, would Sister An despise me?”