Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy Chapter 245 - 143, 144. Canyon, Giant Armor, Worship, No Sol

A charming and handso middle-aged man stood anxiously beside the female soldier, with a strength level of "130~260", which was presumably "King of Li Mountain" Yan Banruo.

This data even surpassed that of "Estate Master Ouyang" from White Cal Estate, directly corroborating Song Cheng’s view of the Imperial Capital...

The Imperial Capital, it turns out, wasn’t all that impressive...

Perhaps the Imperial Family that established the Dynasty had been powerful, but now... they were no longer capable.

Or perhaps everything before their eyes was just an illusion, all just a chessboard, where neither the princes nor the Emperor were the true "Chess Players." The real players were probably at the level of "Saint Heavenly Buddha," "Arhat" and the like...

If it weren’t for Song Cheng’s ability to use the "Human Skin Ghost" to Soul Arrest, he might not even have learned of the words "Saint Heavenly Buddha."

This left Song Cheng montarily speechless.

After all, his initial impression was that "the Imperial Capital is terrifying," that the deeper into its heartland, the more frightening it was, and that his ho at the Northern Border was rely a "Newbie Village"...

Yet it turned out... everyone was the sa, those from the North were even more formidable.

On the other side, there stood a tall, handso and sunny young man with short hair, who looked quite like a mber of the Su Family, given their notorious beauty; he must be Yan Baixiang, the elder nephew.

The elder nephew had a strength level of "95~190", the data of an outstanding individual within the Form Realm.

Song Cheng quickly scanned the "95~190," "130~260," and even his elder sister-in-law’s "1（525）~1（1050）", then glanced at himself.

Hmm... His strength was "1217~2544".

He was ready for a battle.

Finally, he took one last look at the huge set of black armor placed at the center of the tent, its cold light flickered, imnsely heavy, a fortress in itself. Ordinary soldiers couldn’t even lift it, much less know what sort of giant wore it, but it probably required soone at least four ters tall to fit into it.

However, for Song Cheng, this armor was just right.

He leaped out of the Ninefold Ghostly Tower and arrived directly in the tent by utilizing the "Divine Soul Passage" created by the visualization of the female soldier, then slid into the black armor.

His Divine Soul expanded, adhering to the black armor. As he was performing in front of his elder sister-in-law, Song Cheng could only enter the armor in the form of a Two-tailed Ghostly Fox, but fortunately, the shapeable nature of a Divine Soul quickly attached to the armor, making it his dium for Manifestation.

Click...

Click click click...

The iron armor suddenly ca to life.

King of Li Mountain, Yan Baixiang, and the female soldier were all shocked as they watched the armor move.

Su ngzhen glanced at Song Cheng and asked, "Can you handle it?"

Song Cheng nodded and said, "A sword, the longer, the better."

Yan Banruo hurriedly responded, "We have one, we have one. This armor was seized from outlaws in Shuofang, along with a pei dao (a type of long sword) that’s one zhang long..."

Su ngzhen said indifferently, "Go fetch it."

In an instant, Yan Banruo brought a Weapon Pill and respectfully handed it to Su ngzhen.

The previous owner was dead; the Weapon Pill was without a master.

Su ngzhen looked around and ordered, "Xiang, you open the Weapon Pill."

Yan Baixiang quickly pricked his fingertip. This figure, who was known as a little overlord charging through the army, was extrely curious about this new world his mother had entered.

If his mother’s spells were still within his expectations, then... this being whose Divine Soul had arrived and was expanding within the black armor was a bit too much.

Not only was it extravagant, he was also envious.

While thinking, Yan Baixiang pricked his fingertip and activated the Weapon Pill with his blood.

Whoosh!

A huge blade about one zhang in length appeared.

Yan Baixiang held up the giant blade and said to Su ngzhen, "Mother, how should we address your clan mber?"

Being a child of Su ngzhen, she rarely spoke, but she said, "Call him Uncle."

At the sound of the word "Uncle," Yan Banruo’s heart suddenly felt a twinge of sadness; initially, he had taken for granted that the clan mber Su ngzhen had brought was another woman...

Su ngzhen noticed the atmosphere and, despite her disdain for explanations, she wanted to casually say, "He is your junior uncle," but she abruptly swallowed the words before they left her mouth.

Song Cheng had cautioned against revealing his identity.

If she ntioned "junior uncle," anyone with intentions could investigate and realize it was none other than Song Cheng, right?

"Uncle."

Yan Baixiang lifted the blade high above his head.

Song Cheng grabbed the giant blade.

In his Divine Soul state, he couldn’t speak.

So, he looked at Su ngzhen as if to say, "I don’t know where I am or what is happening here, but I know I’m about to embark on a killing spree."

Su ngzhen stated coolly, "King of Li Mountain, prepare a swift horse for and just point in a direction. After we set off, in half an incense stick’s ti, you should also lead the troops and follow."

"But..." Yan Banruo hesitated montarily, then urgently added, "There are Noble Family Children on the other side. Moreover, we have no idea how many people there are, or who they are. If..."

Su ngzhen countered coldly, "Go prepare; we depart in one hour."

Yan Banruo complied.

Su ngzhen, however, did not fancy staying in a place with many people. She stepped out confidently.

Song Cheng followed closely behind her.

Even though in his "Two-Tailed Demon Fox Divine Soul" manifested form he could only display the strength of his ti in the Form Realm, his Form Realm level was "240~480," which was enough.

Su ngzhen was nervous, yet she also had a fair dose of confidence.

Because she and Song Cheng were an absolute match.

Song Cheng would not be affected by her "Fox Dance."

Firstly, because Song Cheng’s eyes were Ghost Eyes, and secondly, because Song Cheng himself knew Fox Dance.

There they were, a petite female soldier and a colossal black armor holding a blade as long as one zhang, standing in the canyon.

The female soldier had an ordinary countenance but assud a charming and coldly seductive stance...

The black armor was massive and nacing, like a small mountain holding a weapon...

Lush green vines hung down the cliffs, and the red and purple flowers of May were in full bloom everywhere, with the sound of a mountain spring murmuring in the distance.