Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy-Chapter 76 - 74. Its done

Chapter 76: 74. It’s done

Chapter 76: 74. It’s done

Black clouds pressed down on the city, the wild wind came swiftly, the rain threatened to fall but held back, and the sky took on a somber grayish-yellow hue.

The carriage rolled down the street, and along the way, words of chatter surged into Song Cheng’s ears.

“Kill the barbarians,” “certain victory,” and “Form Realm experts personally instructing” were phrases that drilled into his ears from all around.

People, outlined in plain white lines, varied in height, build, and size, rushed and ran wildly in the ink-like world, shouting and yelling as they hurried from one place to another.

“Steward, go through the Central City District and circle around near the Prefectural Yamen,” the young man suddenly ordered.

The steward respectfully responded, “Yes, Young Master.”

Inside the carriage, an uproar erupted.

“What nonsense? Young Master? What young master?” Old Master An exploded like a dog that had its tail stepped on.

Mr. Wang, who had twice told him to “shut up,” dropped his pretense and completely ignored even the basic etiquette between master and servant.

“Shut up.”

He said coldly, his voice devoid of warmth, even tinged with murderous intent.

Old Master An, a worthless man whose brain seemed to be in his trousers, was thoroughly cowed, and meekly asked Mr. Wang, “I was just asking. Mr. Wang, who is that blind young lad as a Young Master? Whose Young Master is he?”

Mr. Wang clenched his fists.

Old Master An, not entirely foolish, stuttered, “It… can’t be from my family, right? My dad, my family’s lady, wasn’t already…”

Mr. Wang said, “Master, many things have happened in the family, the President will explain everything when you return.”

Old Master An hesitated, “President… you mean… Changsheng, right?”

Mr. Wang said, “It is An Chenyu, President An.”

Old Master An: …

Song Cheng listened to his muddleheaded father-in-law behind the curtain, speechless as well, while the carriage, amid the booming thunder and flashes of lightning, arrived in the Central City District.

A large crowd lined up in front of the county government office, as martial artists from all around gathered like rivers flowing into the sea. This seemed merely the beginning, as more and more people continued to arrive.

The air was thick with a tense atmosphere.

The mingling of voices elevated into a fervent morale.

Blind Song, feeling something at his heart, slowly turned his head toward a place, focusing his attention there, filtering out the surrounding noise as the sound subtly came through.

But it was just a moment before that faint sound flared up like a fire on oil, spreading its roaring waves outward.

“It’s the Shanhe Martial Arts Hall External Affairs Envoy, the Form Realm grandmaster, ‘Six-armed Old Ape’ Yuan Qianke!”

“Master Yuan!”

“Foreign Affairs Envoy Yuan!”

“Master Yuan really came to recruit!”

“I heard that as long as you pass the test, you can join the Shanhe Martial Arts Hall!”

Voices of excitement intermingled, so even the thunder above could not suppress them.

What martial artist didn’t long for the Form Realm?

Upon entering the Form Realm, if nothing else, no illness would ever cling to you again.

However, in this Prefectural City on the frontier, “Form Realm Techniques” were extremely rare.

If one wanted to obtain them, they had only three options: Shanhe Martial Arts Hall, White Camel Estate, and Pearl Mountain Taoist Temple.

And vaguely, rumors circulated that these three powers were the true sovereigns of Hanping Prefecture, joining them, and one’s future would be boundless.

Song Cheng lifted his gaze, focusing from afar on a figure surrounded by data, the highest figure there:

93~184.

Clearly, this was the strength of the Shanhe Martial Arts Hall’s External Affairs Envoy, ‘Six-armed Old Ape’ Yuan Qianke.

Song Cheng remained silent, then glanced at his own numbers.

143~286.

Even within the same realm, the gap was considerable.

Yet, it was not large enough.

The opponent’s “184” exceeded his “143”.

An External Affairs Envoy could already pose a threat to him; he was not safe enough.

However, it was fine; he had yet to fully digest the resources he possessed, nor had he fully strengthened himself.

He had not yet mastered his vigorous system of strength, and the new strength he trained hadn’t formed yet.

He needed more time for training, for digesting, for consolidating.

But first, he needed to resolve the issue with the Shanhe Martial Arts Hall’s outer disciples extorting the An Family and the matter involving the Chen Family’s son.

About this issue…

Paying up honestly would lead to endless extortion.

Exposing it to the Shanhe Martial Arts Hall would invite their resentment, bringing boundless hidden dangers.

Therefore, he planned to pay to clear suspicion, considering there were others being extorted, and then casually kill them to retrieve the money.

This was Song Cheng’s plan.

Today, he went to take a look at his targets to avoid killing the wrong people.

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Old Master An returned home, and after some inquiries, was dumbfounded.

His father died, his wife died, and his eldest son was also dead, decapitated by the government office.

Now, his daughter fully controlled the An Family.

And that blind lad was indeed his son-in-law…

Old Master An didn’t know what to say. He thought about crying but realized he had long since become indifferent to his feelings for the An Family. This wasn’t his problem, but rather that nearly everyone in his generation of the An Family was like this.

He thought about causing a fuss, but what for?

So, he approached Miss An, laughed bitterly, and said, “Daughter, why don’t… you give me some money, so I can move out again?”

He planned to go to the pleasure quarters to find pretty girls and lament under their skirts.

When he ran out of money, he would come back for more.

But Miss An, having seen through her father’s nature long ago, thought a moment and called in Zhao Hua, saying, “Hua, take An Xu to practice martial arts. It doesn’t matter if he gets it or not, just let him practice.”

After several incidents, Hua’s capabilities had been recognized by Miss An and she reorganized the merchant structure, distributing good resources to Zhao Hua, letting him focus on gathering intelligence and handling some external affairs.

Zhao Hua, having decided to follow Song Cheng and knowing Miss An’s difficult rise to power, held his sister-in-law in great respect without decline, directly accepting the task.