Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy-Chapter 37 - Approach

Chapter 37: Approach

Chapter 37: Approach

Song Cheng selected his weapon and returned to the house.

He was already familiar with this cane-like fine blade and knew he needed to sharpen it first.

Ling felt uneasy and nervous, silently following him.

“From now on, we’re on the same side” were not empty words.

Only when exchanging information, providing value, and starting to work for a common cause and interest, does it become substantive alliance.

If they cannot share joys and sorrows, then “being on the same side” is mere lip service.

Ling had come to discuss matters, or rather, to complete the ritual of “being in the same boat.”

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Splash…

A ladle of cold water moistens the whetstone.

The young man sat down and skillfully began sharpening the rod of iron.

Ling, in her pink clothes and skirt, with two looped buns, stood tensely with her hands hanging by her side.

Young Mrs. Tong, having practiced with the blade until she was out of breath, suddenly said, “I’m going out for a while.”

Song Cheng said, “Don’t, there’s no need to hide it from you.”

Young Mrs. Tong said, “But I don’t want to hear it.”

Song Cheng said, “It’s important.”

Young Mrs. Tong chuckled, “I know it’s important, but I just don’t want to hear it.”

With a woman’s mind like a needle in the sea, Song Cheng’s head buzzed with countless thoughts, yet he could not fathom what his wife was thinking.

Perhaps seeing through Song Cheng’s thoughts, Tong Jia laughed and said, “Deal with your own worries, I have mine too.”

Song Cheng said helplessly, “Alright then.”

Ling suddenly took out a token from her bosom and hurriedly stepped forward, saying, “Doctor Tong, with this token, you can go to the Commerce Chamber’s Scripture Room to read. Although there are no cultivation techniques there, there are many books collected by the young lady, including medical ones.”

Young Mrs. Tong did not refuse, took the token, and said, “Thank you, Miss Ling.”

Ling hurriedly waved her hands.

Young Mrs. Tong turned and left, also closing the door behind her.

The courtyard instantly fell silent, with only the sound of the blade being sharpened repeatedly.

Around the whetstone, the murky yellow rust water quickly seeped into the soil.

Song Cheng scooped another ladle of water, washed away the rust, looked at the fine blade, and continued to grind the rusted surface while saying faintly, “I killed Shi Yi.”

Ling trembled, and said in a quivering voice, “I… I know.”

Song Cheng said, “You don’t hate me?”

Ling said bitterly, “A rootless duckweed, a slave who betrayed her master, nearly imprisoned and destitute, what right do I have to hate?

Mr. Song, what do you need me to do?”

Song Cheng quietly sharpened the blade, rust falling in flakes, especially at the interface.

Suddenly, Song Cheng stopped, stood up, and pulled out the blade’s handle.

Click… Click, click, click…

The rusty blade emerged.

Its power enhancement surprisingly increased from 5 to 6.

Song Cheng exerted his strength, a surge of blood energy flowed into the blade, conveying a magical sense of integration like a limb.

Buzz~~~

The blade hummed, its material evidently not ordinary iron.

Song Cheng laughed, praised “Good blade,” and then swung out a “Transforming into Jiao.”

At that moment, even Ling, unfamiliar with swordplay, sensed the terror of this strike.

It was a combination of speed, power, and ferocity. Though the strike was far from her, the wind from the blade grazed past her.

She felt as if Song Cheng, with a single swing, had wielded the wind of half the courtyard.

In the yard, startled insects fell silent as if hearing a fierce tiger roar.

The old tree, with new shoots, swayed from the blade’s wind, and the rustling of the leaves resembled a dreamlike wind chime.

“So scary…”

Ling shrank her body, lowering her face to gaze at her toes.

Even knowing Shi Yi was killed by him and that his power should be strong, seeing it with her own eyes still filled Ling with fear.

Especially such a terrifying person pretending not to have reached the Force Realm and allowing himself to be nurtured by the young lady of Ruyi Commerce Chamber… His plans must be grand.

After swinging the blade, Song Cheng continued sharpening while saying, “Miss Ling might think my intentions here are not benign, my ambitions grand.

But in reality, I just wish to find a place to settle…

I have seen evil spirits, and coming to Ruyi Commerce Chamber was also fate with this place, thinking to share weal and woe.”

Ling raised her head in surprise.

She thought Song Cheng came deliberately.

However, she also saw him upon his return, his destitute appearance indeed did not look intentional.

So she asked, “Mr. Song, the ghost… ghost disaster in Tang River Village, is it truly terrifying?”

“Ghost disaster? It fits.

But not only Tang River Village, perhaps evil spirits are rampant throughout the Wilderness…”

Song Cheng’s eyes showed heaviness and fear as he muttered, “If Ruyi Commerce Chamber gets involved, it might be annihilated, not a chicken or dog left.”

He looked up at Ling and said, “So, I want to save myself, but I need Ruyi Commerce Chamber. I will also save Ruyi Commerce Chamber because it is my shelter.

Therefore…”

He fixed his gaze on Ling, saying seriously, “I want to marry An Chenyu.”

“Want to be the son-in-law…” Ling sighed in relief, then glanced at Song Cheng, feeling that regardless of strength, talent, or appearance, he was not lacking. If he truly became the son-in-law as long as he didn’t abandon her, she would also rise with him… As for whether he would abandon her, that would depend on her skills.

She nodded emphatically and said, “I will help sir become the son-in-law.”

She then frowned slightly, saying, “The young lady wants to find a son-in-law, and that son-in-law was chosen by the chamber’s first wife, said to be a useless scholar.

I’ve talked about this matter with Shi Yi before.

Shi Yi said this scholar was just a facade brought by the young lady, not even allowed to touch her, yet I am still worried.

Because the young lady is very independent, always striving to be first since childhood, like a determined man. I accompanied her since I was little, seeing her gritting her teeth and never admitting defeat…

So, the young lady actually needs a useless scholar to be her puppet.

But with someone as strong as you, sir, while she might be close and use you as a confidant, she will never choose you as a husband.”

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Song Cheng said, “Two tigers cannot live on one mountain?”

Ling nodded repeatedly, expressing agreement.

Song Cheng pondered.

Maybe… change the target?

After all, he needed to integrate with a power to resolve many needs, allowing him to safely cultivate in a secure environment. It wasn’t necessary to marry An Chenyu.

At this moment, he wanted to ask, “Does Miss Ling know any other influential and wealthy families with white rich beauties who would bring me into their core circle upon marriage,” but he swallowed the words.

First, how could it be so easy?

Being a “one-wave” thief was easy.

But reasonably marrying into and integrating into another’s power was difficult.

Second, his relationship with Ling was limited to Ruyi Commerce Chamber.

Even if he changed his target, Ling might still fear him and obey due to fear, but losing shared plans and interests would introduce additional variables.

Over time, such connections would also fade.

Many thoughts flashed by, Song Cheng said, “I can offer the young lady the freedom the scholar can give.”

Ling clenched her fists and said, “I will also work hard to help sir become the son-in-law soon.”

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“Achoo, when is the young lady letting us go back?”

“Yeah, yeah, this ghost village won’t have anyone coming out… Miss Guan Xi is also unlucky.”

“Forget it, let’s wait a bit more; wasn’t that Song Cheng the one we were waiting for before?”

Outside Tang River Village, the waiting commerce chamber guards had swapped shifts, replacing the previous Gao Yiwen pair with two others.

These two sat on an ox cart, legs propped up, sipping small drinks.

Their daily task was simply to wait.

Before the sky darkened and dusk fell, suddenly… the moist forest mist rose, enveloping knees.

The two guards exchanged glances, deciding to withdraw to the temporary country inn.

So, one got onto the driver’s seat, the other sat at the back of the cart.

As they were adjusting the cart head, about to crack the whip, the guard at the back suddenly shouted, “Wait a moment.”

“What’s wrong?”

“There’s someone, someone coming out!”

“What?” The one at the driver’s seat was slightly dazed, then tremulously said, “Could it be… a ghost?”

The one at the back said, “No, it’s a woman.”

Then he widened his eyes to see better; he felt this woman looked somewhat familiar.

Finally, he saw clearly, then shouted with several degrees of surprise and disbelief, “Guan Xi!! It’s Miss Guan Xi!!”

The fog was thick, like rising tides, the woman in the fog walked forward ghostly, her face looming, only her walking appeared strange, as if… still learning how to walk.

The fog… quickly submerged the guards, submerged the ox cart…

In the fog, it quickly turned deathly silent, as if there had never been a trace of life.