Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy-Chapter 87 - The ladys wonderful plan (please subscribe)_2
Chapter 87: The lady’s ‘wonderful’ plan (please subscribe)_2
Chapter 87: The lady’s ‘wonderful’ plan (please subscribe)_2
He asked, “Is Lady Zhushan a physician?”
Shi Zhongjian said, “A top-tier divine physician.
Anything sold in Thousand Treasures Pavilion, she can make.
Whatever isn’t sold there, she can still make.
She is the one who opened Thousand Treasures Pavilion.”
Song Cheng was momentarily stunned. Lady Zhushan and the lady of Daotang were in the same “profession.”
He silently noted this, and began chatting with Shi Zhongjian about some trivial matters from his past in Tang River Village, in Shanghe County.
As they were talking, suddenly a soldier patrolling the city walls shouted, “They’ve retreated! The barbarians have retreated!”
General Yuan, the External Affairs Envoy, hurriedly rose and looked afar. Indeed, the wolf mounts and demon eagles were gradually retreating.
Hong Juguang wondered, “Why did they suddenly retreat?”
General Yuan thought for a moment and said, “Barbarian demon beasts have the depth, but they lack supply lines. If they perceive they cannot conquer a place, they will not fight to the death but will quickly retreat to attack elsewhere.”
Saying this, he smiled, “In this battle, we’ve held the line.”
Upon hearing this, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Song Cheng stood atop the city walls, gazing at the black-and-white mixed with hints of blood-colored army in the distance, then looked towards the gray horizon…
He couldn’t see clearly.
The situation was indeed unclear.
They could only tire themselves dealing with it.
He suddenly said, “Is it possible that this troop is just a scouting party? To probe the defense strength of the Prefectural City?”
General Yuan pondered for a while and said cautiously, “It’s not impossible, which would be troubling. However, I will dispatch scouts to investigate all around, ensuring we won’t be ambushed.”
Song Cheng felt an inexplicable heaviness in his heart.
If this were merely a battle between humans, that would be one thing.
But there were also the ghost servants.
What did the ghost servants intend to do?
So far, he knew of three ghosts: the Drowning Ghost, the Human Skin Ghost, and… that spirit capable of spreading necrotoxin.
Human hearts are treacherous, barbarians are brutal, and malevolent spirits are unpredictable.
He couldn’t help but think of the Pearl Mountain Taoist Temple, which loomed over the ten passes south of Hanping Prefecture.
Perhaps he should take the initiative to make contact.
Because the south might be the only place to retreat entirely unscathed.
And Lady Zhushan’s actions made him feel that this lady likely planned to escape as well, or at least had left herself an ample retreat.
As for today’s victory, it actually had no impact on the overall situation.
The victory was not worth celebrating.
Defeat, however, would be a calamity.
This was a deadlock.
A stalemate.
The young man thought of this, suddenly his heart stirred, and he looked into the distance.
He continually felt someone was watching him…
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In fact, he had this feeling of being watched as early as when he killed the barbarians at dawn. But back then, too many people were watching him, and this sense of being spied on got drowned out. Now that the barbarians were gone, this sense of being watched became very clear.
Were his Divine Soul not strong, he wouldn’t have been able to detect this feeling of being watched at all, but now… he was becoming all the more certain.
Someone was watching him.
Who?
…
…
With the retreat of the barbarians, Song Cheng, being a Guest Elder who came to aid, naturally could leave. This battle brought him even closer to the Shanhe Martial Arts Hall in Hanping Prefecture.
He sat back in the carriage, escorted by disciples from the Shanhe Martial Arts Hall to the west of the city, to the An Residence.
The disciple had even more respect for him now.
Everyone had seen how fierce this Guest Elder was in the fight the previous midnight.
Although they couldn’t remotely comprehend that Song Cheng “with each strike, was suppressing the enemy’s military momentum with incredible acuity, time after time dispersing the momentum just about to form,” they did see this Guest Elder, as fierce as a tiger, wielding a shield and knife, charging left and right, unstoppable.
No one could deny this Guest Elder’s role last night.
Without him on the city walls, perhaps the line would indeed have fallen.
The Martial Arts Hall’s disciples admired the strong, especially when this strong person was their own Guest Elder.
“Mr. Song, we’re here.”
The disciple respectfully stopped the carriage, then took the initiative to lift the curtain.
Song Cheng stepped down and said, “Thank you, how about coming inside the An residence for a cup of tea?”
The disciple smiled and said, “You are too kind, sir. I still have matters to attend to.”
Song Cheng smiled and said, “Safe travels then.”
As the carriage departed, Song Cheng was just about to step into the An Residence when he suddenly paused, feeling that sense of being watched return again.
As he was thinking, the hurried footsteps came from behind the An Residence’s door.
Song Cheng looked up to see An Chenyu in white clothing running over from afar.
The young lady with a compulsive disorder threw herself into the blood-stained boy’s arms.
The white clothes stained with blood turned into red plum blossoms.
“I’m fine.”
Song Cheng couldn’t help but laugh.
He looked around, noticing Madam Tong hadn’t come yet.
But he didn’t mind.
The young lady was incredibly perceptive, something the slow-witted Madam Tong couldn’t compare to.
Madam Tong surely was worried about him too, and certainly hadn’t slept well all night, just that she couldn’t react as quickly as the young lady.
Indeed, shortly after, Madam Tong also hurriedly ran over, looking at him with intense worry, then being stirred by her physician’s instinct, she grabbed his wrist to take his pulse, checking this and that, full of concern.
Meanwhile, the maids were either boiling water or preparing meals, and the multifaceted Ling even specifically brought an incense burner for calming the mind.
Song Cheng took a comfortable bath; by then, the sense of being watched had disappeared.
However, after he changed into clean clothes, that feeling of being watched returned again.
Song Cheng felt puzzled, thinking, “Could this observer possibly be so courteous?”
The last time he encountered a similar situation was at the eastern mountain slope of Tang River Village, feeling watched from the west, which was most likely Yune.
Now, who could it be this time?
Was it someone from Pearl Mountain Taoist Temple?
Such a polite manner of spying implied no malice; for someone in Prefectural City with such capability, they must be from Pearl Mountain Taoist Temple; and being interested in a blind man…
‘Could it really be Lady Zhushan?’
As Song Cheng walked towards the dining hall, he thought, ‘The other side probably doesn’t know I can sense being watched because practicing martial arts and soul cultivation are in conflict. To anyone, since I’m a Form Realm Warrior, it’s absolutely impossible for me to be a Soul Cultivator.’
