Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy
Chapter 169 - 111, 112. Ting’s birth, the second Ghost Tide (Major Chapter - Seeking Subscriptions)_5

Chapter 169: 111, 112. Ting’s birth, the second Ghost Tide (Major Chapter - Seeking Subscriptions)_5

Secondly, though these ghost servants appear numerous, they are actually weak. What’s genuinely terrifying are the ghost servants flying into the city from all directions.

Song Cheng paused to think then said, "Ying, send someone immediately to inform the Shanhe Martial Arts Hall and White Camel Estate that a Form Realm ghost servant has infiltrated the city; tell them to strengthen their patrols and be cautious."

After these tasks were completed, he said, "Guard this place..."

Ying had been listening all along but upon hearing "guard this place," she couldn’t help but be startled and asked subconsciously, "Then what about you, Sir?"

Song Cheng replied, "Me? I’ll remain here while my soul travels momentarily and returns soon."

After speaking, he didn’t wait any longer. He memorized a few unusual spots he had seen; his divine soul soared and within moments, covering a few miles with several leaps, he reached the first ghost servant.

It was a monstrous bird with a human head.

Song Cheng took a deep breath and the falling snow in the sky suddenly collapsed inward, compressed and condensed into a towering giant of ice and snow over twenty feet tall.

The giant, holding fists as large as washbasins, plunged from the sky and with a smash carried the whirling snow down furiously; it thudded loudly as it crushed the bird with a mere strength of 65 to the ground.

The giant immediately followed, pounding continuously with its fists like mallets.

Thud, thud, thud, thud!

The monster bird was directly hammered to pieces.

Even though it was merely his divine soul utilizing external objects to manifest, it still inherited the lowest limit of Song Cheng’s Force Realm strength.

His level of strength was at ultimate Perfection; if one speaks in terms of data... it could reach well over ninety.

Killing this monster bird wasn’t exactly an instant kill but it was almost there.

Looking at the strange mix of human skin and demon beast bird skin on the ground, Song Cheng still remembered last year’s defense of West City, when those demon beast birds assisted the Barbarian Tribes in attack...

This blend of human and bird skin had now become intertwined.

This meant the Human Skin Ghost had become stronger.

And for the Human Skin Ghost, Song Cheng had already identified the source.

It was Extreme Joy World, the first to bring him "total annihilation," the deathly terror that almost killed him and Madam Tong in the forbidden rear mountains.

He narrowed his eyes, dispersed the snow and wind, and then swiftly moved on to the next location.

A night of fierce battling...

By the time dawn arrived.

The clouds cleared and the golden rays fell diagonally from the dense clouds above, but only over the sky of Prefectural City.

If one were to observe from further away, they would see that the sky over Prefectural City was like a well, except that it was open at the mouth. Around it was all eerily grey fog.

At this moment... Song Cheng had just slain the last ghost servant after a tough fight.

This ghost servant was the strongest among those who had attacked, possessing a strength of 80.

In his current state of manifested soul, Song Cheng had fought madly and traded blows several times before completely suppressing and annihilating it.

He quickly returned to the An Family, re-entered his body, then looked again in the bronze mirror.

After a quick scan of the surroundings, it seemed that there were no more ghost servants... but before he had finished checking, the image in the bronze mirror vanished.

The "energy" stored by the moonlight was insufficient.

’My manifested self is still too weak,’ Song Cheng thought with a sigh.

If it had been his true self acting, dealing with the previous ghost servants would have been effortless.

But compared to the divine soul, his actual body was far too slow, and if it had been his true self acting tonight, it would have definitely been impossible to kill all the infiltrated ghost servants.

’I wonder if there’s a way to enhance my strength after manifestation.’

Meanwhile, at the Northern City Gate.

The Tiger Leopard Cavalry returned from outside. Over a hundred had died in battle, but all the remaining members seemed as though they had undergone a baptism, their aura of slaughter denser than ever. With every step their horses took, their iron armor shone harshly, resembling a ferocious steel beast.

Because it was unknown whether any ghost servants had infiltrated their ranks, experts from the Shanhe Martial Arts Hall, White Camel Estate, and Pearl Mountain Taoist Temple were dispatched along with soldiers to patrol the area.

Meanwhile, Song Cheng would frequently stay inside his house with his soul wandering above the entire Prefectural City.

With all these measures taken, Prefectural City was relatively stable.

However, the outer towns were likely suffering.

Even though Prefectural City had Form Realm experts in command, this year’s appearance of Form Realm ghost servants was problematic. How could this be dealt with?

The snow was deep, the Ghost Tide was terrifying.

Inside the city, they were only facing Ghost Servants, but once outside... they would have to face evil spirits.

Evil spirits sent Ghost Servants to attack the city, aiming to disperse the Yang Qi of the city walls.

Who dared to leave the city?

The territory of the Prefectural City was vast, and the army here was just hustling back and forth, merely striving to hold their ground.

...

Days went by, one after another.

Everyone was numbly and frantically repeating the same city defense tasks.

Song Cheng was no exception.

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of March.

On this day, as usual, everyone was desperately defending all around.

The soldiers on the city walls got through the deep night, their numb, heavy eyes moved, suddenly noticing the distant sunlight and a wide-open view.

The soldier rubbed his eyes in astonishment. He found that the places previously obscured by the fog were suddenly clear, and he couldn’t help muttering, "Has the Ghost Tide...receded?"

"The Ghost Tide has receded!!"

"It’s gone!!"

Cheers reverberated through the Prefectural City.

The people were as joyous as if celebrating a festival.

This year, the Ghost Tide was even more ferocious, encountering the strongest being from the Form Realm, and the duration increased from just over fifty days last time to over eighty days.

Yet, the damage to the Prefectural City was similar to last year.

This was indeed a cause for great celebration.

Soon, the Prefectural City arranged for soldiers to venture out to confirm whether the Ghost Tide had truly dispersed, while also sending word to other counties.

Although the Ghost Tide had receded, a large number of Ghost Servants were left behind, requiring cautious handling.

Song Cheng had been busy for over three months; he finally got a chance to catch his breath.

He bathed and changed clothes, washing away the malice from his body, then gently knocked on the door. A baby girl’s unintelligible voice came from inside.

Baby Girl: "Meng."

Song Cheng: ???

Chenyu’s voice followed immediately: "Come in."

Song Cheng entered, the baby girl drawn by the sound of the door, turned her head to stare at the man who had just entered.

Song Cheng curiously asked, "What was Ting just saying?"

Chenyu said, "She said ’door.’"

Song Cheng suddenly realized.

Chenyu laughed again, "Your daughter might be good at drawing..."

"Only three months old, what could she draw?" Song Cheng couldn’t help but laugh.

Chenyu brought out some paper and handed it to him, saying, "Take a look. I gave her a brush and let her scribble on the paper. She just held the brush and dragged it twice randomly, and it turned out like this."

Song Cheng looked.

He saw a crooked line drawn on the paper, with a circle at the top of the line.

Is this... a balloon?

No.

This world didn’t have balloons.

So, it was just random scribbling.

But to be able to draw a circle at just three months old.

"Not bad, not bad," Song Cheng praised.

Baby Girl: "Ha."