Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy
Chapter 145 - 103, 104. Flip the table and lay out my chessboard (Dazhang - Seeking Subscriptions)

Chapter 145: 103, 104. Flip the table and lay out my chessboard (Dazhang - Seeking Subscriptions)

The visitors from Five and a Half Hall, Song Cheng did not kill.

The minions, killing them was meaningless.

But Song Cheng took away their identity tokens.

Then, on the way back, he made a detour to the Zhao Residence.

Zhao Hua was reading a book.

The bronze candlestick held the softly glowing orange light which gently illuminated the man with an air of refinement, embodying the elegance of a young gentleman.

The man had not yet slept, remaining focused on his reading.

His books were quite eclectic, covering everything from military strategies to miscellaneous books on dog training and hunting.

Astonishingly, in this Zhao Residence, there were no concubines at all, aside from the servants and maids.

Song Cheng glanced at Zhao Hua’s "100" affection rating, pondered briefly, and then emerged from the darkness, wrapped in mudstone.

The door creaked open, and the candle flickered, casting shadows in the room.

Clang!

Zhao Hua’s eyebrows jumped as he suddenly drew his sword.

The shadow from outside moved quickly before he could react, pressing down on his shoulder just before his long sword left its sheath, and placed three "Northern Snow State, Five and a Half Hall Disciple Tokens" in front of him on the table.

Zhao Hua instinctively glanced at them, and after seeing the intruding shadow, he gasped, looking at the mudstone giant beside him in shock and fear.

What was this thing?

What kind of monster?

It was formed by grains of sand, creating a strange giant shape. These grains were not still but flowed, resembling a humanoid form in a desert of quicksand.

The giant glanced at the table, raised its hand, and controlled the sand dust to form a strange and complex symbol on the table.

This symbol was a "code" between Song Cheng and Zhao Hua, known only to the two of them.

Both men were meticulous, having agreed on this symbol long ago.

Zhao Hua looked at the symbol, his gaze scanning its composition, where it was closed, where it opened, how wide. They had discussed it extensively, and many traps lay within it. Even if someone else saw it, as long as any part was ignored, both would immediately know the other was an imposter.

But now, the symbol was perfectly aligned.

Zhao Hua turned his head blankly, looking at the mudstone giant.

The giant raised a hand, controlling the mud dust to write on the table as a means of communication.

Soon, under the candlelight, the first line appeared on the table: Why not take in a concubine?

Such rambling words, you might only have a few people in your life who would say this to you... prompting Zhao Hua to hesitantly exclaim, "Big brother?"

The sandy words appeared: ’Hua, it’s me.’

The astonishment in Zhao Hua’s eyes instantly turned into fervor.

In his eyes, Song Cheng had always been shrouded in mystery.

He had long vowed to follow in this big brother’s footsteps. A life’s journey was fleeting; he did not want to live in mediocrity, and following such a big brother would certainly be thrilling.

Song Cheng quickly explained the situation.

Zhao Hua immediately understood, murmuring, "Five and a Half Hall disciples intend to spread rumors and cause trouble. They must have entered the city under false identities, intending to show their identity tokens to command some local factions.

But having lost their real identity tokens and been knocked unconscious, they would not dare proceed.

In this state, afraid of being watched if they advance, yet the sect still has tasks if they retreat, hesitant to act due to fear of the attacker... they might reveal their identities, approach the government office, and claim their tokens were lost.

Then if the government asks why they came, they might seize the opportunity to bring up Big Brother’s connection to the evil spirit, claiming to be investigating.

This shift from secrecy to transparency might not be a bad move.

And once they clarified their identities, their lives would be safeguarded.

Is Big Brother asking me to handle this?"

Song Cheng wrote: "Once they move from the shadows to the open, they become controllable, but they are just the vanguard, and might not accomplish much. However, those who come are hostile; peers who are at peace do not appear. This matter might involve many; be careful."

Zhao Hua nodded solemnly.

In the next moment, the mudstone giant exited through the door, the mud and sand suddenly falling to the ground with a rustle, collapsing into a small dirt mound, while the invisible divine soul soared skyward, retreating far away.

...

...

Song Cheng soared and flew across the sky, then conducted a thorough sweep of the area, confirming that only those three had infiltrated the Prefectural City before feeling slightly relieved.

At least he confirmed that, whatever kind of plan it was, it was only just beginning.

He quickly returned.

Sitting upright on the stone stool, his body, dark and ancient like a clouded statue, regained its soul and then yawned, preparing to go back inside.

The house had four rooms, each occupied by one of the four women.

Song Cheng thought for a moment and then went to Ying’s place, whispered, "Husband?" with the concubine maid in the darkness, to which he replied, "It’s me," and then quietly undressed and joined Ying on the bed.

After a long while...

Ying had become soft and sweet.

Song Cheng lay on his back, facing the ceiling.

The softness of the bedding and the softness of the woman beside him enveloped him comfortably.

At this moment, he felt exceptionally relaxed.

Ying was tall, and due to her martial arts practice, her skin had gained elasticity and vitality, different from the other three women.

Madam Tong was petite, Sister An was dignified and coldly beautiful with a certain "domineering female boss" aura, Little Tea Girl was soft and tender, even when possessed by Fox Immortal Su, remained charming...

With the four women, Song Cheng enjoyed comfortable nights.

This time, although the matter was significant, he did not want to disturb his pregnant wife.

He glanced at his panel:

[Name: Song Cheng]

[Talent: Longevity]

[Points: 1134 points]

[Realm: Yellow Level Grade A]

[Cultivation Technique]

True Form of Xuanwu (Nine Forms) (Perfection) (Deduction Probability 1.28%) (5 points per deduction)