Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy
Chapter 235 - 139, 140. Stealing the Coffin, Crossing the Ferry, Returning Home, Dungeon (Major Chapter - Seeking Subscriptions)_2

Chapter 235: 139, 140. Stealing the Coffin, Crossing the Ferry, Returning Home, Dungeon (Major Chapter - Seeking Subscriptions)_2

It didn’t take long before Song Cheng spotted a figure in the distance, a set of very strange and powerful data: 650 (1300) ~ 1300 (2600).

As for goodwill, it was a typical 60, neither more nor less.

The data on strength genuinely stunned Song Cheng for quite a while.

"Parentheses" had a significance he had already understood.

It usually meant two scenarios:

First, there was another Divine Soul hidden in the body;

Second, the person had suffered severe injuries and had not recovered yet.

If it were the former, a powerful Divine Soul could hardly hide in another powerful body, for another’s body would cause extreme discomfort, much like a furnace.

The stronger one is, the more intense the fire.

Even if your Divine Soul is powerful, entering someone else’s body feels like being roasted in fierce fire, excruciatingly painful.

Thus, Song Cheng ruled out the first possibility...

’So, could it be serious injuries?’ he thought.

Song Cheng remained silent, continuing his observation.

The patience of the other party also seemed to reach its limit, even though he had already allowed the two Medicinal Humans to carry the coffin away, the other party still hadn’t made a move.

That was the patience only someone accustomed to biding their time could possess.

Had Song Cheng not been able to see through the figures with his unique ability, he might not have noticed such a person at all.

However, his patience was also remarkably good.

If the other party didn’t make a move, he pretended not to know.

At the "Profound Level", especially at a level clearly beyond "Profound Level Grade D", fighting sometimes wasn’t meaningful because... escaping was too easy.

If I can’t beat you, can’t my Divine Soul just run away?

As for whether the present being was the True Self, it was merely Song Cheng’s own speculation.

He didn’t intend to act rashly.

Both sides were silently competing in patience.

As they were about to reach Hanping Prefecture, one night, Song Cheng feigned a faint, and a figure finally descended like lightning, swiftly abducting the "theoretically Human Skin Ghost-infested Golden Coffin".

The fainted Song Cheng immediately sat up, his form swirling as he gracefully followed.

He could have chosen his Divine Soul to follow, but his Divine Soul was not a match for that person...

...

With the help of the data, Song Cheng followed that person from afar.

This following lasted two days.

The other party clearly had no intention of opening the coffin to check.

Evil spirits are terrifying; if you open the coffin, the ghost escapes.

The other party wasn’t saying they lacked the power to contend with a ghost, but nobody wanted to fight against a "non-depleting" ghost.

Moreover, "the evil spirit vibe of Tang River Village has disappeared, and Song Cheng is severely injured", was already enough to deduce that the Golden Coffin definitely imprisoned a Human Skin Ghost.

Two days later, in the evening...

On the canal, sparse light snow quietly fell.

A mysterious person wearing a fierce ghost mask placed the nine-patterned Golden Coffin on an old, ancient boat.

Two boatmen emerged from the cabin of the old boat.

One looked like a frail old man, and the other strong and powerful, resembling his offspring.

There was no exchange between the two parties.

The young boatman moved the Golden Coffin into the cabin, then walked to the deck and picked up a long bamboo pole.

The frail old man stepped into the cabin, pulled down the bulrush curtains on both sides, and somewhat concealed the view from the outside.

Whoosh...

The bamboo pole disturbed the water, ripples spreading out circle after circle, carrying the quietly falling snowflakes, tracing a chilling trajectory.

The fierce ghost-faced mysterious person did not leave but silently followed the canal, trailing the little boat for a long time, as if escorting it.

This escort lasted another two days.

Only when the boat was about to leave Northern Snow State did he turn and leave.

But while he left, Song Cheng did not.

Song Cheng kept following, using his gift of "being able to see data", to hang far behind, hiding behind obscuring objects.

Meanwhile, on the canal, he had a clear view of the data for the older and younger men.

The old man, [Strength: 0~0].

The young man, [Strength: 215~315].

Neither had any goodwill, clearly neither knew him.

This combination reminded Song Cheng of the "Soul Trainer" and "Medicinal Human" pairing.

And the young man’s strength had already surpassed the Qi Realm.

’Is he a Medicinal Human above the Qi Realm, or a person from a Noble Family?’ Song Cheng squinted his eyes.

After a brief contemplation, he decided to make a move.

Any hidden dangers in the Northern Border must be thoroughly examined, these people... acting invisibly in this region as if they were invisible. If it weren’t for using the "Human Skin Ghost Coffin" as bait, coupled with his ability to see data, he would probably not be able to detect these people.

Even the Su Family probably didn’t know of their existence.

As for the possibility of successfully making a move, that was still very likely.

He had control over the Human Skin Ghost.

And the Human Skin Ghost could trap souls.

Anyone dying within the domain of the Human Skin Ghost would end up like the previous Nan Hui, Guan Xi.

The "souls" of these two people were clearly not that strong, at least Song Cheng was confident enough to trap them.

Once his mind was made up, he silently followed for a while longer. After completely leaving the Northern Snow State and reaching the East Sea State region, he finally made his move.

Ascending the tower with his Divine Soul, reaching the seventh floor, he opened the iron cage, led the Leopard Woman, and climbed to the eighth floor...

Song Cheng’s gaze was locked on the boat on the waterway.

’Extreme Joy World, Great Dark Heaven.’

...

Squeak... Squeak...

Inside the old boat, the cabinet doors oddly creaked, the old man sat in front of the coffin, drowsy.

On the deck, the young man rowed the pole.

He mechanically scooped and pushed the water.

Suddenly, during one of the strokes, a wave of supernatural aura silently enveloped them.

Yet, neither the old man nor the young man noticed.

As the young man rowed, he eventually looked up towards the shore.

On the shore, a mustachioed man in wide splendid attire was waving his hand, shouting, "Hey, hey, over here, over here..."