Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy-Chapter 82 - 77. Lady Zhushan Guest Command Token (Please

Chapter 82: 77. Lady Zhushan, Guest Command Token (Please Subscribe)_2

Chapter 82: 77. Lady Zhushan, Guest Command Token (Please Subscribe)_2

“Oh, Brother Song, you don’t know. Let me tell you about it. Lady Zhushan is the Taoist Temple Master of Pearl Mountain Taoist Temple. Their lineage doesn’t practice martial arts but soul cultivation. They excel in creating illusions but lack offensive means themselves, so… they forcibly created some medicinal humans using drugs to aid them in battle.

These medicinal humans had their potential explosively enhanced by the drugs, forcefully breaking through to the Form Realm. However, they’re unstable, and their potential gets depleted. Thus, their temperament becomes very odd and irritable.

They are the group of people on the first floor of the Thousand Treasures Pavilion. If you’ve been there, you’d understand; they’re a bunch of fiends.”

Song Cheng recalled the owner of the Gambling Arms’ Workshop demanding one hundred taels to book Ling for five nights, even though business was bleak, yet still charging three hundred taels per bet. He couldn’t help but cough twice.

Hong Juguang immediately understood and laughed, “Eh, right? Isn’t it? Looks like you’ve been there, so you understand, right?”

“I understand.” Song Cheng also laughed along.

The two clinked their cups together.

Song Cheng said, “The Thousand Treasures Pavilion sells some pills to enhance cultivation levels, but are those pills problematic?”

Hong Juguang waved his hand, “Not at all. Blood Dew Pill is beneficial for Force Realm Warriors; and Flame Gang Pill, for us Form Realm Warriors, are all effective supplementary resources. Our Martial Arts Hall is still a regular customer of theirs. The creation of medicinal humans involves another potion, and that potion is controlled by Lady Zhushan and is not for sale externally.”

Song Cheng nodded.

It was obvious that for Force Realm and even Form Realm Warriors to cultivate conventionally, they required quite a lot of resources. He was not very familiar with these matters since… he had never tasted any himself.

At this point, he thought for a moment and asked, “Brother Hong, you said the medicinal human of Lady Zhushan died. Why not simply replace it?”

Hong Juguang looked at him deeply and said, “That’s the issue…”

The air suddenly fell silent.

Hong Juguang said, “Lady Zhushan has profound illusionary cultivation, unique. Once unleashed, it indiscriminately sweeps everyone into it. Except… a blind person. The blind medicinal human that could be forcefully elevated to Form Realm itself must be a Force Realm expert. Where would you find that?”

After speaking, the air became even quieter.

Song Cheng suddenly realized something.

He suddenly understood why that clerk, called “Hua Wen,” at the Thousand Treasures Pavilion had a favorable impression of him.

Thinking of this, he didn’t hide anything, directly speaking out about it.

Hong Juguang thought for a moment and smiled, “The Pearl Mountain Taoist Temple is regarded as righteous; making medicinal humans has not involved capturing people forcibly. The shop clerk probably targeted you, planning to report to Lady Zhushan before discussing with you. However, they could have never anticipated that you, Brother Song, would turn out to be a Form Realm expert. Now that’s interesting.”

Song Cheng said, “Brother Hong, please enlighten me.”

Hong Juguang said, “Lady Zhushan always used medicinal humans because they are completely under her control. Someone like you, Brother Song, she probably has never seen before, nor even considered.”

The two of them chatted while sipping tea.

One was eager to “open his eyes” and understand the surrounding situation better.

The other had finally found a master who could help defend the prefectural city.

Having had a prior exchange, they both enjoyed the conversation immensely.

During the conversation, Hong Juguang excused himself for a moment under the pretense of relieving himself. In reality, it was to listen to his disciples report about Song Cheng’s situation.

These were special times. Song Cheng was also quite powerful, and he wanted to go through the emergency procedures to appoint Song Cheng with a Martial Arts Hall title. By doing so, he could involve this young fellow in the entire city defense system.

However, before the appointment, he had to verify all the details concerning Song Cheng.

The Shanhe Martial Arts Hall had tremendous influence. Just while dining and having tea, information about Song Cheng came in from his external disciples.

Hong Juguang read through it, exhaled in relief, yet was secretly startled.

This was truly a genius…

Afterward, he went back to talk with Song Cheng until around the third watch of the night.

The watchman struck the clapper, and the night grew silent.

Outside, a disciple from the Shanhe Martial Arts Hall reported, saying “Madam Song has arrived.”

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The disciples were not foolish; they knew Hong Juguang’s character. Hence, after seeing Hong Juguang’s actions and arrangements, they generally understood that this External Affairs Envoy actually lost to the Son-in-law of the An Family in that late afternoon exchange.

Now, seeing the two chatting so pleasantly, thus… “a regular commerce chamber president” and “a woman who could easily be manipulated by them and who they might have to flatter on usual occasions” suddenly transformed into “Madam Song.”

Hong Juguang personally escorted Song Cheng to the front door and, after pondering, solemnly retrieved a blue wooden token engraved with the words “Shanhe” from his bosom, publicly presenting it, “Brother Song, this is the Guest Command Token of our Shanhe Martial Arts Hall.

Holding this token, as long as you don’t leave the city, you can go anywhere, ask or listen to anything—even march to the prefectural yamen and request some troops—they will cooperate.

To be straight with you, in this city, wherever you go, as long as you slam this token down on the table, no one will dare disrespect you.”

This token was what Song Cheng needed.

Song Cheng took it with both hands, smiled, “Then I shall remain on standby at home, like Brother Hong. Should any crisis arise at any pass, and Brother Hong needs my assistance, just send someone to inform me.”

He needed to know when and where danger would erupt, as well as gain experience.

And with just today’s bout with Hong Juguang, it actually refreshed his “True Form of Xuanwu deducing the success rate of Yellow Level Grade A” from “two in ten thousand” to “four in ten thousand.”

If he had a few more challenges from Form Realm experts, this success rate would rapidly double.

Hong Juguang liked him all the more for being so forthright, so he clasped his fist, saying, “Then I won’t be courteous, and I’ll come to you if there’s anything.”

Song Cheng also clasped his fist.

Hong Juguang laughed heartily, glancing deeply at An Chenyu, who approached from afar, wrapped in a platinum cloak, “Madam Song, you’ve found yourself a good husband.”

…

…

The carriage returned.

Inside the carriage, An Chenyu leaned against Song Cheng’s side, and said, “Has the situation deteriorated to the point where you need to reveal your trump card?”

She remembered Song Cheng’s strength, knowing he was Form Realm.

This was the An Family’s greatest trump card, as well as Song Cheng’s own trump card.

But now…

She sighed softly.

Once the trump card was revealed, there was no room for maneuvering, no retreat.

Song Cheng leaned close to her ear and softly said, “That’s an old trump card.”

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“You…”

She looked at her man in astonishment, only to feel this man was full of mystery, always giving her surprises, always making her feel safe.

“Don’t be so tired,” Song Cheng said.

Miss An lay on his shoulder, her ink-like long hair cascading down from his shoulder, a sense of peace arose in her heart. She softly responded with an “Okay,” and added, “Song, would you like me to be a good Madam Song?”

Song Cheng said, “I like the true version of Sister An. That’s when you’re most beautiful.”

Miss An softly replied, “Thank you, Song.

When I’m no longer busy one day, I will obediently be your Madam Song, doing laundry and cooking for you, raising a child, then doing nothing but wait for you to come home every day.”

She was unlike Madam Tong or Ying.

The pursuit of martial path had no end.

But she did not pursue martial arts.

…

…

Song Cheng’s unexpected rise into prominence left those who previously ridiculed and lamented the unfortunate misjudgment in marriage speechless. Just after one night, the next day, the front of the An Family’s residence was bustling, akin to a marketplace.

Many people came to congratulate the Son-in-law of the An Family on his breakthrough and commend him on becoming a Guest Elder of the Martial Arts Hall.

Gifts came in abundance, piling up like snowflakes.

The previous jests vanished entirely, leaving only flatteries and praises.

The Ruyi Commerce Chamber was also filled with great excitement.

Song Cheng merely displayed his Form Realm prowess, enough to resolve numerous issues.

Hearts steadied.

Information from all sides circulated freely.

If a perilous situation arose, Blind Song would be the first to know and personally assess the danger’s severity.

He was responsible for support.

The central responsibilities of the prefectural city rested with the formidable three major forces. He was just an “ordinary Form Realm Warrior,” needing only to manage his small household well.

Of course, if someone pushed too hard, he could reveal his “not-so-ordinary Form Realm Warrior” side.

As long as the city remained unbroken, everything would be fine.

If the city fell, the only alternative would be escape, and he could protect at most a few people. If there came an unexpected event, he might permanently lose a certain relative or friend, perhaps Zhao Hua, perhaps Ying, perhaps Miss An, or even Tong Jia.

Song Cheng suddenly thought of Shanghe County.

There were still many people he knew on that side, and people from the Ruyi Commerce Chamber he left behind.

He remembered the gates and walls of that place vividly.

He had stood guard on the walls, surprisedly receiving midnight snacks sent by Madam Tong and Ying in the rain-drenched night, watched stars leaning against the cold black bricks with An Chenyu, and once looked through the crennels to the misty mountains outside.

The memories were vivid, though he didn’t know how things were now.