Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy
Chapter 143 - 101, 102. The clouds are bizarre, and the Divine Soul gathers objects for Manifestation (thanks to the alliance leader ’Boole’)_4

Chapter 143: 101, 102. The clouds are bizarre, and the Divine Soul gathers objects for Manifestation (thanks to the alliance leader ’Boole’)_4

It was a transparent water crystal bottle, containing some unknown powder that appeared gray, giving off a very thin, light feeling, somewhat like the appearance of "burned paper money ground to dust."

"Add this, just a little is needed.

Another main ingredient was the supernatural elements from the Ghost Servant.

Those supernatural elements were normally untouchable by humans, but when they fell onto the Ghost Servant, they were somewhat filtered, weakened a bit.

Yet, even so, people still couldn’t directly absorb the power contained within the supernatural elements.

But this ash seemed to build a bridge between the supernatural and humans, then used the supernatural elements as a guide to absorb the Yin Qi of heaven and earth to enhance the Divine Soul.

However, the teacher didn’t say where this ash came from.

Next time... you should ask Sister Fox Immortal."

Madam Tong raised the tone on the words "Sister Fox Immortal," then continued to raise it, "And tell Sister Fox Immortal if she could pluck some more white fur for me!"

The sudden yin-yang sarcasm made Song Cheng first astonished, then he laughed.

He laughed, "Her family hasn’t even looked at me yet, and probably won’t.

They call it Noble Family. People of Noble Family have high status, noble souls, which we can’t easily aspire to reach."

Madam Tong blinked her eyes...

Song Cheng said, "Tonight, I’ll try your Great Strengthening Soul Pill."

Madam Tong nodded.

...

...

Night fell.

Under the moonlight.

The boy sat on the stone bench.

Inside Pearl Mountain Taoist Temple’s inner residence, there was no teahouse, but there were meticulously paved pebble grounds and elegant stone tables and benches.

Banners fluttered in the wind, surrounded by towering ancient trees.

Wind chimes on the branches emitted a dreamy, crisp sound.

The new buds had not yet sprouted, and the silent chaotic branches cast gray scattered shadows, but they precisely left the place where the boy sat vacant.

There, facing the moonlight.

Mysterious robe, moonlight glow, facing each other.

Seeing the bright moon in the sky, the boy realized the moment had come, so he took a Great Strengthening Soul Pill, created using the "Invisible Qi Realm Four Blade Ghost Servant," and quickly tossed it into his mouth.

A moment of icy cold exploded.

His saliva, the corner of his mouth, even his nostrils, eyes, and hair all suddenly froze, then were instantly melted by burning and vast qi and blood.

But it’s imaginable that such a pill, even a lick from an ordinary Martial Artist, would lead to instant death.

The familiar "medication experience" resurfaced.

Once this pill entered the body, it was immediately "hunted" by qi and blood.

The pill quickly hid in Song Cheng’s gray tower, and when the qi and blood left, it swaggered out again, opening a breach in the boy’s "qi and blood defense wall."

The overwhelming moonlight instantly twisted, like a school of sharks smelling blood in the deep sea, surging forward eagerly.

A strong sense of nausea immediately surfaced.

But at this moment, that "gray" flavor in the medicine played its role.

The nausea disappeared, and a sense of a strengthened Divine Soul emerged.

This kind of soul-strengthening pill possessed strong drug resistance, typically most effective on the first intake, while subsequent doses, though still beneficial, were mostly a waste.

However, this "upgraded version" of the pill seemed evidently capable of relaunching its effects, possibly due to crossing its tier.

Song Cheng slowly digested it.

After a long time, he exhaled, feeling quite good.

Then, he began his routine night patrol.

As before, everything was normal.

The boy returned indoors.

Sister An was pregnant, Madam Tong was exhausted and had no energy to manage.

So he let Ying and Ling serve him for a while, before holding the two beauties and falling asleep.

...

...

Nine days passed, in tranquility and calm.

Song Cheng smoothly finished ten Great Strengthening Soul Pills.

He only felt his Divine Soul had grown much stronger.

Though how much, he couldn’t quite tell.

The Yin and Yang paths, while the Yang path could be cultivated through inherent talents, the Yin aspect definitely needed his own practice.

At this moment, he sat quietly, Divine Soul out of body, ready for a test.

His body presented an unusual dark misty hue, the Qi Gang strength operated automatically, as like an ancient statue; while the Divine Soul rose with the wind, floating mid-air.

Pearl Mountain Taoist Temple was indeed a place for soul cultivation, elsewhere you wouldn’t dream of seeing other Divine Souls, but here... there were.

Because the Divine Souls of these disciples in Pearl Mountain Taoist Temple could only roam at night, so when Song Cheng was out of body at midnight, he saw many other Divine Souls.

Divine Souls had indistinct faces, unable to communicate, generally incapable of recognizing anyone.

Most of the disciples practicing soul cultivation in Pearl Mountain Taoist Temple were from "Harvest Hall," and these disciples gained power by visualizing Lady Zhushan, the strongest of whom could only control a person within an Illusionary Realm.

This was far poorer compared to Lady Zhushan’s "a charming fox dance renders Ghost Servants motionless."

Song Cheng flew and flew, passing through the practicing disciples of Pearl Mountain Taoist Temple.

At this moment, he constantly felt as if his Divine Soul had formed a kind of unprecedented, strange connection to the outside.

He looked to the left, peered to the right.

Suddenly, the boy had a notion and headed to a spot on the official road.

The official road, busy with carts and horses, often stirred up dust, and though it settled into night, still lay covered with a layer of pale yellow dirt.

Song Cheng’s Divine Soul suddenly touched that dirt.

Oh boy!

The dirt was raised.

He sensed it slightly, and like a toddler learning to walk, the Divine Soul took a sudden deep breath.

The breath of a Divine Soul was not through the nose or respiratory tract, but a kind of all-encompassing suction.

Sss...

Sssss...

Dust rolled, rose, and attached itself.

A giant about ten feet tall made of yellow clay suddenly appeared on the official road.

Song Cheng swung a fist.

The mud fist landed on a branch.

Crack!

The branch actually trembled.

"They said Divine Souls couldn’t hit people..."