Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy Chapter 338 - 187, 188. Lantern Festival, Ruins, Crane White

He still rembered that before his transmigration, he would read novels in which the main character would enter a "Grass-growing Period" and then encounter all kinds of extraordinary adventures. Those previously unseen powerhouses would spring up like bamboo shoots after a rain shower; however, the formidable forces that the protagonist had joined before would beco perilous the mont the protagonist joined...

But nothing of the sort had happened to him.

He was the greatest adventure in Dashang.

Anyone who could establish even a slight connection with him was truly soaring to the heavens.

And with his support, Dashang was ten tis, a hundred tis more prosperous than before.

Song Cheng’s Grass-growing Period was very comfortable, very easeful.

He had no intention of leaving this comfort zone.

He just didn’t understand why people would want to leave their comfort zone and deliberately seek out challenges and discomfort.

Always in the comfort zone, one would always be comfortable.

Being cautious even when in a secure position doesn’t necessarily an jumping into danger.

However, the old couple quickly settled everything.

The two won could now never leave, because Song Cheng had set a strict rule for them: no wandering unless they enter the Qi Realm.

So, after breakfast, the won would continue to train with Ying.

At this mont, Madam Tong simply tied her hair into a ponytail; since she was not going out, there was no need for special adornnt.

Miss An, however, was ticulously made up, as was her habit, looking exquisite regardless of whether anyone saw her or not.

When only the two of them were left in the room, Miss An suddenly said, "Husband, should we take so more concubines?"

She could feel her husband’s restraint.

Her husband simply couldn’t achieve complete satisfaction with them.

Her husband was too powerful, almost like a different species compared to them.

In their monts of intimacy, they could lose themselves, but her husband couldn’t at all.

Because if her husband lost himself, he might completely crush them.

Yet her husband often secluded himself for cultivation or was out on missions, rarely at ho, yet still unable to achieve satisfaction. Over ti, this could beco a problem.

Compared to her husband who only had three wives; his brothers, even An or the prominent figures in the Imperial Capital, all had a crowd of wives and concubines. Who else was like her husband?

Song Cheng said with a laugh, "Don’t we still have Ying and Ling?"

As the Guild Master of the Yingui Association, Miss An encountered various dangerous vendettas in the Martial Arts World, and how many of those were because of won? n crave novelty, and even if they exercise restraint, direct satisfaction was always better.

Deciding to resolve this "uncontrollable factor," Miss An thought for a mont and then straightforwardly said, "Let pick one for my husband. It would also help relieve the burden on sister Jia, Sister Su, and ..."

Song Cheng shook his head.

He still deeply cared about his family.

If a woman suddenly entered their lives and he was just playing around, that was unacceptable.

Miss An’s gaze flickered, but she didn’t pursue the question further.

However, having spent so much ti together, who didn’t know whom?

Upon seeing her expression, Song Cheng understood imdiately and added, "Sister An, don’t cut before asuring, throwing a young girl directly onto my bed."

Realizing she had been seen through, Miss An playfully remarked, "How many young girls wish to enter King Song’s Mansion, to sleep by your pillow?"

Song Cheng replied, "That is just their families hoping so.

By marrying , could they truly develop real affection?

All they have is trembling compliance.

After a while, they are just confined to the courtyard, lonely until old age."

Miss An said, "Husband, do you think if they don’t marry you, they could truly find a matched household on their own?"

Without waiting for Song Cheng to reply, she turned around, took Song Cheng’s hand, and softly said, "Husband, just listen to this ti. Sister Jia and I have discussed it already."

Song Cheng, feeling helpless, replied, "Whatever, but if you find soone, I’ll have to see her first."

Miss An smiled and said, "Fine..."

Suddenly, the couple started talking about Ting.

Ting, who had crossed the Yin Cloud Miasma with his four companions, was journeying through heroism around the Empire of Ten Thousand Spirits, and their usual target was "ancient relics."

Ting provided a when-in-Ro type of explanation for this: by finding ancient powerhouses, his Spirit Prayer Technique could draw strength from the ancient powerhouses, thereby obtaining a stronger Spirit Prayer Technique.

Spirit Prayer Masters and the Spirit Prayer Technique were unique strengths of the Empire of Ten Thousand Spirits.

They were also strengths that could only be employed around the Empire of Ten Thousand Spirits.

This strength, too far from the Empire of Ten Thousand Spirits, could not be utilized.

Thus, in the battle against the lting Fire Empire, the Spirit Prayer Masters couldn’t campaign far from ho.

An, who had run away from ho for quite so ti, was gradually losing his annoyance with his mother’s "marriage coercion," and the bird that fell on the eaves started looking for An Chenyu to send news of his safety.

Song Cheng was very curious about the "Spirit Prayer Master" of the Empire of Ten Thousand Spirits.

From his perspective: there must be a reason for everything, and all forces have a source.

What was the source of the "Spirit Prayer Master’s" power?

And why did it cause such a situation?

But "the answer to these questions," Song Cheng knew...

Not to seek externally, but to consult within.

This issue, only by becoming stronger would he know the answer.

He was looking forward to "the birth of the third child," the formation of the "Four Evil" place, and also focusing on the bizarre fusion progress on Accumulating Thunder Mountain.

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Ti swiftly passed, and just like that, another half a year was gone.

The Lantern Festival of early spring was still vivid as if it were only yesterday, yet one’s view was already filled with deep yellow wilted leaves like a tide, covering the thousands of palaces in Imperial City, hesitating on rooftops of varying heights, and on surfaces of differently tiled grounds.

It was deep autumn now.