Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy-Chapter 95 - 83 84. Winter Courtyard Snow Little Taoist Temple
Chapter 95: 83, 84. Winter Courtyard Snow, Little Taoist Temple Master, he practices Hundred Strengths, Hundred Forms (Big Chapter – Subscription Request)
Chapter 95: 83, 84. Winter Courtyard Snow, Little Taoist Temple Master, he practices Hundred Strengths, Hundred Forms (Big Chapter – Subscription Request)
Besides training, Song Cheng was also worried about one thing, whether the Ghost Servants were merely biding their time.
Would they first send out weaker Ghost Servants to lull Lady Zhushan into a false sense of security, and then when she was off guard, suddenly dispatch a wave of “trump card Ghost Servants” to swiftly behead her, before destroying the Soul Refiners of the Prefectural City?
If he controlled the Ghost Servants, that’s exactly what he would do.
However, even if the Ghost Servants tried this, there should be some leeway, because his strength surely hadn’t been accounted for.
After all, he appeared so inconspicuous, just a blind man who happened to be in the “Shape” realm.
This “knowledge gap” was enough to make up for that risk.
But Song Cheng waited and waited…
The Ghost Servants came less and less frequently.
Meanwhile, the Barbarian Army, however, frequently circled around the three passes, repeatedly laying siege.
Both sides constructed ramparts with flesh and blood, engaging in a brutal struggle.
Lady Zhushan sent all the Medicinal Humans to the front lines, and the residents of the Prefectural City provided various forms of assistance outside the city gates…
United, they beat the Barbarian Army back a few times, and temporarily they didn’t come again.
However, the “trump card Ghost Servants” Song Cheng had been waiting for didn’t appear at all.
It seemed they had no intention of showing up.
The Ghost Servants that he and Lady Zhushan faced the first time might have been their last trump card.
Later, Song Cheng thought some more.
He realized it made sense.
Ghost Servants were the result of isolated people encountering evil spirits.
These people’s strength could double, triple, or even reach ten times for ordinary folks.
In the last Ghost Tide, it had been the limit to kill off the isolated “Force Realm.”
Therefore, this time, when he and Lady Zhushan encountered several “Shape” realm Ghost Servants, they were already among the strongest of the Ghost Servants.
As for the “Shape” realm powerhouses?
They were all figures of the level of Internal Affairs Envoys or External Affairs Envoys in major forces. Which one of them wasn’t well-informed? Which one didn’t reside in human cities most abundant in Yang Qi and with the strongest defenses? How could they outwardly be slain by a Ghost Tide?
As for those above the “Shape” realm, they didn’t exist at all.
At this thought, the young man suddenly realized something terrifying:
What if, in this battle between Dashang and the Northern Barbarians, experts above the “Shape” realm were killed, what would the result be?
What if?
Would it lead to the birth of an unknown existence even beyond the “Shape” realm?
Would it?
He felt a heavy weight in his heart, a premonition demanded his attention: his premonition might come true.
Therefore, he directly sought out Lady Zhushan.
…
The Lady put aside her usual indifference towards him for the sake of him being Tong Jia’s man.
The Lady, being cold and even ruthless herself, understood the need for warmth. Someone lively, who could laugh, cry, and a normal, even mediocre girl, could become that sunshine.
Even if she didn’t admit it, she pampered Tong Jia as one would a granddaughter.
Indeed, there could be countless such girls in the world, but it was Tong Jia with whom she shared a bond.
This was sunlight capable of reaching the coldest corners of her heart.
Therefore, when her partner, with whom she shared a mere “stranger’s relationship,” visited abruptly, she didn’t get angry, only asked, “Song, what’s the matter?”
Song Cheng got straight to the point, asking, “Would the Great Hall Master of the Shanhe Martial Arts Hall, the White Camel Estate’s Master, or people like them fall on the battlefield?”
Lady Zhushan instantly understood his implication.
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With her hands tucked in her sleeves, she walked a few steps in her heavy earth-hued robe, then said, “No one can stop the war.
The battlefield is a place to vent hatred, not a place for reason.
The Barbarians slaughtered an entire county of our Hanping Prefecture, a sea of blood, which Dashang man doesn’t want to skin them alive?
And the Barbarians, driven mad by the drastic changes in the northern lands, have surged south, and those slain by our Dashang men are their heroes.
Even if everything you say is right, reasonable, what use is it?
Which side will pause to listen to your crap logic?
Moreover, you first need to make sure your voice reaches everyone so that reason can bring people to sit down calmly and listen to you.
You need the Ghost Servants not to make trouble among them.
But is that possible?
Building trust is difficult, but destroying it might be as simple as killing one person.
In such a tense atmosphere during a peace conference, a single assassination is enough to collapse the trust painstakingly built and never recover again.
What I can do is wait until after the war to use my medicine to help people see the truth of the war.
Even when a little bit of my medicine is diluted in water, it can expose the true form of Ghost Servants who drink it.
Yet to make everyone believe me, I still have to personally visit many, many places, and each place has its complex situation, where human hearts and wiles interweave, filled with the pressure of survival and hatred.
That is also difficult, but at least feasible.
During the war, however, it’s not.”
Song Cheng fell silent.
He suddenly thought of Yune.
Of the villagers driven mad.
The wickedness of human hearts, the weaving of desires, and the bloody horror suffusing the air…
Was the battlefield similarly blood-red?
When a taboo forms, it would corrupt everyone’s heart.
Was it inevitable?
Lady Zhushan then said, “Song, in fact, I thought of these worries long ago. Whether it is the Great Hall Master or the Old Venom, I clearly explained these principles to them. I told them, should they truly encounter a critical moment, even if all their subordinates are lost, they absolutely must not die.”
“Hmm…”
The young man nodded.
What other options were there?
