Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy
Chapter 176 - 115, 116. Despite the chaos, they do not move southward, Yune swallows ghosts, the beast with the fur comes to life (big Chapter - seeking subscriptions) _2

Chapter 176: 115, 116. Despite the chaos, they do not move southward, Yune swallows ghosts, the beast with the fur comes to life (big Chapter - seeking subscriptions) _2

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Time flew by, and it was already the beginning of March.

At night...

Next door was still bustling with activity, with doors opening and shutting constantly and voices shouting things like "hot water" and "chamber pot."

Meanwhile, Song Cheng was with Ting in Sister An’s room.

The fire blazed warmly in the hearth, and the room was cozy.

Ting, dressed like a little cotton ball, lay on the couch, drawing her "masterpiece" on a piece of dry animal skin.

She loved painting on animal skins, then having Song Cheng cut them out and sew them together with needle and thread.

At first, it was a flat little bunny, but now, Song Cheng had learned to stuff it with cotton.

His daughter’s data always showed as "0~0," but her affection was "100," just as with his son.

Song Cheng patiently sat next to Ting, contemplating matters of cultivation and training.

Now, in the entire Prefectural City, all the cultivation techniques he could learn had been practiced, including those Great Hall Master Tie had brought back from the State City.

He had amassed a pile of points, but his strength had not advanced for a long time.

But he wasn’t really anxious.

For the Longevity People, time was the cheapest thing.

But familial love was not cheap, it was precious beyond measure.

So, while worrying about the Ghost Tide and the Chaotic World outside, Song Cheng also began to worry about the lifespans of his wife and children.

He wasn’t one who could watch his wife and children age and then say, "It is fate."

Fate was nonsense.

He was just a mortal.

Fate had nothing to do with him.

Suddenly, in the dim, candlelit room, a soft "snow" from Ting brought his thoughts back.

In the quiet and dim little room, the candle fire crackled, and the "saa saa" sound came from outside.

It was the sound of falling snow.

Song Cheng opened the window, and the candlelight seeped out through the gap, extending out into a gradually dimming realm of light.

The colors distinctly transformed from warm to dark, until it was pitch black in the middle of the courtyard.

But Song Cheng knew that in the dark on the left flowerbed, there were very fragrant white plum blossoms blooming at that moment, transplanted by Madam Tong... because Madam Tong loved white plum blossoms.

Sister An, on the other hand, loved peonies, the "Queen of Flowers," radiant and enchanting.

In the right corner was an ancient well, set up for Miss An’s convenience in drawing water.

Beside the well lay a finely crafted stone, retrieved from the riverbed of the canal, shaped naturally by the flowing water, resembling drifting clouds.

Above the well was a small pavilion with railings surrounding it.

The well’s water pavilion was connected to a tea pavilion.

A quaint pebble path paved the way between the pavilions, with delicate plants adorning either side, green across all seasons, intriguing in its quaintness.

Although the well’s water tasted murky and unfit for cooking, this particular well was connected to a cold, clear spring, making its raw taste sweet and delightful.

"With the window closed, how did you know it was snowing?" Song Cheng curiously looked at Ting.

Ting replied, "Snow, snow."

Seeing her joy, Song Cheng picked her up, opened the door, and stepped outside. Watching the snow just beginning to fall, with barely any covering of white on the ground, Song Cheng suddenly raised his hand, and the Yin Soul extended from his palm, gathering all the surrounding snowflakes with a slight pull.

Click.

He clenched his five fingers, solidifying the snowflakes into an ice ball.

His fingers moved quickly, and in no time, he carved the ice ball into a little white rabbit and presented it in the palm of his hand before Ting.

Ting giggled happily, babbling joyfully.

"Uu, uu..." she called out.

Song Cheng understood that Ting wanted him to bring the little white rabbit inside.

He said, "It’s warm indoors. It’ll melt in no time. Let’s leave the little snow rabbit outside so we can see it in the coming days, okay?"

Ting obediently nodded.

Whatever Dad said was what it would be.

Seeing the freezing weather outside, Song Cheng didn’t dare linger. He placed the little snow rabbit by the door, then carried Ting back inside to let her sleep.

As soon as he mentioned sleep, little Ting drifted off to dreamland.

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The next morning.

Ting excitedly got up to check on the little snow rabbit. She then pulled out a piece of animal skin and handed it to Song Cheng, saying, "Dad, crazy. Dad, crazy."

Song Cheng was already accustomed to this. He cut the animal skin along the traces and began stitching it up, taking out some cotton for stuffing once halfway through.

As soon as he lifted his hand, Ting put her little hand on his wrist, pressing down slightly.

Her hopeful eyes widened as she looked at him, calling out, "Clothes, wear, bunny."

Song Cheng translated in his mind and replied, "Got it, rabbit clothes, what you drew, for the little snow rabbit, right?"

The signal matched.

Ting fully understood, nodding emphatically.

Song Cheng placed Ting on his left arm and took the half-sewn animal skin rabbit with his right hand out to the door, carefully inserting the snow rabbit into the animal skin rabbit. Then, he sat under the eaves, holding the child in one arm while seriously sewing the rabbit.

As he sewed, Miss An walked over with a yawn from the room next door. Seeing Song Cheng, she couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

The couple exchanged glances.

Song Cheng put down the little snow rabbit and handed Ting over.

It was time for her to nurse.

Although she could already have some rice porridge at one year old, breast milk was still primary.

Mainly because, Song Cheng knew, Miss An and Madam Tong weren’t the kind of women with "mountains of snow."

Among the two ladies and two maids in their courtyard, only Ling could be said to possess ample bosoms.

"I want to hire a painter to capture a portrait of you and your daughter," An Chenyu said with a smile as she took Ting, "a painting of ’The Northern Region Blade King with Child.’"

Song Cheng smiled and replied, "Sure."