Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy Chapter 251 - 145, 146. The Ascetic Monk Who Embraces the Fi

Gongyang Gu burst into laughter upon hearing the words, but his wounds were too severe, and his laugh sounded hoarse and obscured, like a burlap sack leaking air in the howling wind.

"What are you laughing at?"

"That person was not a re Ghostly Soul. How could an ordinary being from the Mystic Realm stand before ? Cough, cough... cough cough cough..."

A string of coughing ensued. He was near death, but his expression still carried a hint of arrogance.

"The one who defeated , the one who killed , cough cough cough... Yan Baixiang, who is he?"

Yan Baixiang narrowed his eyes. He hadn’t revealed his na, but the elder had already recognized him.

It was similar to how he had recognized the elder at first glance.

Both sides were renowned generals, one old, one young—one skilled in long-range archery, the other in cavalry charges.

But upon hearing the question, a trace of admiration appeared in his eyes. Yet it was only admiration, not a longing, because he was not a Noble Family Child with an Innate Ghostly Soul; he could never achieve Out of Body Divine Soul the way they could. What he pursued was the path of the warrior...

He firmly believed that even if that uncle of his was strong, there would co a day when he would defeat him with his Military Montum.

Several thoughts raced through his mind, and Yan Baixiang suddenly grabbed his knife, twisted his wrist, raised it high, and plunged it down, fiercely nailing Gongyang Gu to the ground.

Blood swelled forth.

Gongyang Gu looked at him in astonishnt.

Yan Baixiang said, "If you want to know the answer, seek it out yourself."

His knife was stuck in the corpse lying beside Gongyang Gu.

"In this world, there are many Martial Artists but few generals. It’s rare to find soone with whom to spar... It’s better not to die."

The youth’s voice was cold and stern.

Gongyang Gu, gasping for air, said nothing but fixed his gaze on the youth as if to morize his features.

Thump!

Yan Baixiang picked up his knife, flipped a corpse onto Gongyang Gu, and glanced around before shouting, "Let’s go!"

Soon, the Imperial army withdrew from the area.

King of Li Mountain and his son walked side by side, however, they did not ask "why did you let him go?" or anything of the sort.

Being surrounded here, he had already sensed sothing amiss with the Imperial Court.

As an important branch of the Yan surna within the Imperial Family, he had received no support whatsoever, let alone from a Noble Family.

He had been relying solely on his own n and connections in the fighting...

Now that he had quietly let Gongyang Gu go, so be it—it was, after all, a good deed.

Elsewhere, after the sound of horse hooves had faded into the distance, Gongyang Gu lifted the corpse off himself, then lay flat on the ground taking deep breaths; in his eyes, the sky was filled with the glow of the setting sun.

The dark red radiance spilled on the ground as if a tender river of blood was flowing over the bodies...

Had it been in the northern lands, this place would have already beco chillingly cold, and a Ghost Pit would likely be forming. But Feng State was at the heart of the country, surrounded by densely populated cities, so such a fate would not befall it.

Gongyang Gu sighed with relief in his heart, gazing at the sky for a long ti. The terrifying, indestructible Two-tailed fox seed to linger in the sky, not yet dispersed. He circulated the Gang Qi within him, slightly recuperating, and was about to rise when he suddenly heard footsteps, oppressive steps approaching from afar.

He hurriedly lay back down, feigning death, and stealthily peeked out to see a monk wearing a bamboo hat.

An ascetic monk.

The monk’s hands and feet were shackled.

From afar, he was distinctly visible.

Rust could be seen on the shackles around his feet.

Gongyang Gu suddenly had an ominous feeling and quickly closed his eyes.

But the monk beneath the bamboo hat walked as if he had divine grace; with each step on the ground, the land seed to contract dramatically, miles shrunk to inches.

In one step, the monk arrived in front of Gongyang Gu and looked down at him.

"Namaste."

Beneath the bamboo hat, the monk revealed a twisted, sinister smile.

"Good deeds beget good, evil begets evil. You, sir, have a heavy burden of sins; it is ti for you to go to Hell."

He did not wait to finish speaking before his hand pressed down, slicing across Gongyang Gu’s neck like a blade’s edge.

Swipe!

Blood sprayed.

A fad general, spared in battle by his foe—and now it appeared that so "corrector of history" had made an appearance to execute him.

War requires no diation.

Those ant to die in battle should not live on.

If they live, so conflicts might beco milder.

And this... is undesirable.

The grand order of the world—long united must divide, long divided must reunite... How can it divide if conflicts are not intense?

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Inside the Secluded Residence of the Su Family.

Su ngzhen was sitting with her legs crossed, resting her chin on her hand as she scrutinized the man opposite her.

Is it a mule or a horse that needs to be pulled out to find out.

However, the man in front of her was neither a mule nor a horse, but an extrely terrifying and rare being.

Today, she had witnessed what was truly unsolvable.

Song Cheng’s manifestation ti was too exaggerated.

The power that Song Cheng displayed upon manifestation was also ridiculously exaggerated.

These two originally ordinary factors, due to being too exaggerated, and just a bit of overlay, had made him beco an unsolvable existence, at least for ordinary people.

Only Divine Soul powers might possibly drive him away.

But among the great families of north and south Jiangnan, those who could utilize Divine Soul powers like "Two-Tailed Fox Fire" were probably only at the level of family heads.

Thinking this, Su ngzhen’s arrogant and disdainful expression slowly softened as she realized... the Su Family might really have gained a fearso clan mber.

As if she had acquired a treasure, Su ngzhen suddenly felt sowhat anxious about her gain and loss.

She knew very well what level Yu was at.

Could such a genuinely innocent and adorable sister truly hold onto this brother-in-law with exaggerated powers?

What if the brother-in-law stopped doting on Yu and changed his heart?

The white porcelain-like, tender flesh resembled exquisite artwork, the lightly curved snowy neck mimicked a swan about to sing, the red lips and small mouth akin to a cherry, eyes sparkling with contemplative light...

Suddenly, Su ngzhen’s look towards Song Cheng changed, and she cleared her throat, saying, "Song, co sit over here."

In the cramped Yin Residence of the Su Family, there was only one desk, which was said to speed up the recovery of the Divine Soul if one sat upon it.

Song Cheng went over and sat down.

Su ngzhen crossed her long legs, her little feet had sohow slipped out of her boots, only revealing crystal-clear feet, toes splayed, sared with a bit of vibrant flower juice.

She swayed her leg slightly, moving them towards Song Cheng.

"What’s the surprise you said you would give ?"

Song Cheng replied, "I have found a way to cross the Reappear Calamity."

"Did you find Yune?" Su ngzhen’s previously fierce tone was now gentle and slightly surprised; her charming eyes blinked like glistening water, revealing an innocence that n simply couldn’t resist.

Innocence, in the case of Yu, was genuine.

But on Su ngzhen, it was charm at its zenith.

Su ngzhen blinked her large eyes, staring seriously at Song Cheng.

Song Cheng felt a strange flutter in his heart, as vivid images sprang forth naturally, but imdiately, he suppressed these odd thoughts that had spontaneously erged...

Sister Su was the sister of his third mother.

It wasn’t right.

Therefore, he seriously said, "Sister Su, don’t ask too much, I can assure that this Reappear Calamity is safer than any other reappearances. However, it is ultimately a Reappear Calamity. I thought about what Sister Su ntioned about needing two people to support each other to pass through, that’s why I waited for you."

Su ngzhen’s heart leaped with joy, her charming eyes twinkling as she said, "Song, you are really useful."

Song Cheng inquired, "Then Sister Su, when do we cross the calamity?"

It would also benefit him if Su ngzhen successfully crossed the calamity.

While he was thinking, he suddenly froze.

Because the favorability score above his elder sister-in-law’s head had suddenly leapt from "99" to "100".

Song Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Apparently, assisting his elder sister-in-law in saving her nephew had earned him her favor.

In his heart, a favorability score of 95 ant one was considered as one’s own people, 99 was very close, and 100 ant completely one’s own people.

On this land where mysterious and unknown entities like the Saint Heavenly Buddha and Arhats originate, he also hoped that his family would have more powerful mbers. That way... at least when he was away or got held up outside, he wouldn’t have to worry about his ho catching fire.

After so thought, Su ngzhen stated seriously, "Reappear Calamity is extrely dangerous. I will first go to Hanping Prefecture to refine so pills that calm the mind and aid the Divine Soul, and break the Illusionary Realm, as preparation for the Reappear Calamity.

This will likely take a month. Once everything is ready, you’ll take to cross the calamity."

Song Cheng replied, "We can cross it within the city."

Su ngzhen: ???

She really wanted to ask, "Are the evil spirits your family’s, how can you even specify the place for crossing the calamity."

After brief silence, she nonetheless shook her head and said, "The Reappear is too terrifying, it can involve the souls of innocent people. Let’s still go outside the city."

While speaking, the crystal-clear small feet under the desk swayed and wafted, like trembling jade shoots, and inadvertently, like the paw of a kitten, they grasped Song Cheng’s leg.

The touch of a Divine Soul was even more sensitive, and the air fell eerily quiet.

And the range of the little feet’s swaying suddenly drew back.

When you least expect it, she gently touches you; when you notice, she quickly retreats.

Song Cheng gave Su ngzhen an odd look.

But Su ngzhen was as composed as ever, still with her intellectual and seductive expression, and even asked with curiosity, "What’s wrong, Song?"

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PS: I’ve been on a business trip recently, so I wrote just this much today...