Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy
Chapter 195 - 123, 124. Su Family Sisters, Song Cheng’s Terrifying Talent (Major Chapter - Please Subscribe)

Chapter 195: 123, 124. Su Family Sisters, Song Cheng’s Terrifying Talent (Major Chapter - Please Subscribe)

Su Ningyu exuded charm energy, and to ordinary people, it naturally generated an effect known as "charm."

Men with fickle hearts would sigh with envy, knowing they stood no chance.

Those confident enough to pursue such a delicate beauty sought out her identity by any means possible.

Women couldn’t help but feel hatred, an itch in their teeth, and wanted to curse, "Vixen, go die!"

But all of that dissipated with the utterance of "Sister Su."

Standing at the street corner was a scholar.

But the scholar was Song Cheng.

No one dared to covet "Sister Su," whom Song Cheng called.

Even if many people didn’t recognize Song Cheng, there were always those who did.

Once the word spread, the surging crowd naturally dispersed.

After Song Cheng called out her name, Su Ningyu joyfully ran towards him, leaping from afar...

Song Cheng didn’t disappoint by stepping aside; instead, he extended his arms to catch the fluttering red figure, spinning twice in the air before embracing her nonchalantly.

After hugging for a while, Su Ningyu tried to pull away, but she found that Song Cheng had no intention of letting go.

She couldn’t help but giggle, saying, "Song, let go."

"Not letting go."

Song Cheng seized the opportunity to rapidly increase his favor.

Until Su Ningyu’s favor wasn’t 100, a day from 99, he would feel uneasy.

Having decided to accept Su Ningyu, he absolutely wouldn’t allow any jeopardies.

Let alone favor at 99, even at 99.99 he wouldn’t feel reassured.

As for Su Ningyu giving him a strange feeling of "meeting someone from the internet in real life," a deceitful transition from sister-like to younger-sister-like... his standards for a partner’s looks were only above average.

Whether sister-like or younger-sister-like, either was fine.

More than looks, he valued usability.

Su Ningyu was his stepping stone into the Noble Family.

Even now, owing to an unexpected turn, he had swallowed up the Su Family and didn’t need Su Ningyu as much... but he would still not cast her aside.

Even though Su Ningyu had already paid in advance "her usability," Song Cheng wouldn’t do something like "I’ve used you, you’re valueless now, so I can discard you."

In his eyes, "choosing a target of value who doesn’t look too bad and can have affection for him" was destiny.

As long as there was destiny, he would cherish the other party, strive hard to integrate them fully into his family, never to leave, and love with all his heart.

"Why won’t you let go?" Su Ningyu asked.

Song Cheng continued with his cheesy sweet talk, "Afraid it’s all a dream."

"What kind of dream?"

"It’s like a flower, yet not a flower, a mist, yet not a mist. Arriving at midnight, departing at dawn. How long does a spring dream last? Vanishing like morning clouds, leaving no trace."

"This..." The little vixen was dumbfounded, savoring every word, finding it incredibly dreamlike, so she said, "Well, if you recite poetry like this... then I guess you can continue holding me."

Song Cheng held the red-clad girl, the little vixen, tightly.

This was his first time seeing Su Ningyu like this, so he naturally felt unfamiliar with it.

Therefore, he was quickly merging her image with that of Sister Su in his mind.

At first, Su Ningyu was somewhat anxious, as her "Divine Soul appearance" and her "True Self appearance" were indeed slightly different. She had met the true Song Cheng, but the one Song Cheng was seeing was not the true her.

What if... what if Song Cheng didn’t like her?

But now, as she felt the warmth of his embrace, her heart finally settled.

After some time...

The little vixen said, "Song, you can only hold me for the duration of one poem; time’s up."

Song Cheng replied, "Then I’ll recite another."

The little vixen interrupted, "I’m hungry."

Song Cheng let her go, then gently took her hand and scanned the surroundings.

If he were still as he had been when he first met Su Ningyu, he would certainly be fearful and nervous, since Su Ningyu was more powerful than him.

But now...

He felt much more at ease.

Fear and anxiety required dining at a grand restaurant.

But now, his gaze swept the area and spotted an old granny selling drinks and some pastries not far away.

He sniffed, suddenly saying, "Ever had stir-fried rice cakes?"

The little vixen was taken aback.

Song Cheng pulled her over to sit at the roadside stall, fished out some copper coins from his pocket, and said, "A super-sized portion of stir-fried rice cakes, please."

The old granny, dazzled, didn’t quite recognize that the scholar was Song Cheng, and hurriedly agreed, "Alright, coming right up."

With a maternal smile, the granny commented, "Such a handsome scholar, and his lady is beautiful too."

The little vixen blinked, tempted to say, "I’ve come all this way, and you treat me to this?" But the words hovered on her lips and were swallowed back down.

Lady?

She hadn’t expected such discernment from a mortal.

Not too shabby.

So she reluctantly agreed to indulge a bit.

Soon, a large portion of stir-fried rice cakes arrived at the table. Song Cheng handed chopsticks to the little vixen across him.

The tent shielded them from the sunlight, and the tree shadows outside swayed gently.

The little vixen was actually very tempted; after all, having come out of the Ice Coffin, she needed to eat a lot, but all she had eaten was Pill, stored long ago and frozen for who knows how long.

Thus, she was hungry and covetous, always feeling like she couldn’t eat her fill.

Now inhaling deeply, the unique fragrance of the rice cakes blended with the aroma of soy sauce entered her nose, and she picked up another piece with her chopsticks and popped it into her mouth.

Sticky and chewy.

Delicious!

The little vixen’s eyes lit up, and she swiftly devoured more.

Song Cheng joined in the feast.

Their chopsticks clattered against the plate, especially when it came to the last piece of rice cake, which turned into a battle.

The chopsticks flurried, but Song Cheng had the upper hand, taking the opportunity to grab the last piece, and as the little vixen puffed her cheeks in frustration, he brought it to her lips.