Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy

Chapter 111: 89, 90. The Blade King, the scourge of the North, and Lady Gaoyi, who commands the Barbarian Lands (Big chapter – Subscribe)_2

Chapter 111: 89, 90. The Blade King, the scourge of the North, and Lady Gaoyi, who commands the Barbarian Lands (Big chapter – Subscribe)_2

“Which woman would dislike her own man? As long as you don’t regret it yourself,” An Chenyu whispered.

Song Cheng said, “Being unable to be in two places at once, leaving you and Jia, Ying, and this vast An Family in danger, then I would regret it. Life always requires choices. Whether to be a hero who disregards everything or a coward who protects the family, I’ll choose the latter.”

An Chenyu teasingly said, “What kind of comparison is that? You are my hero.”

She hugged the young man tighter, pressed against his clothes, and gently guided his hand to her other cheek.

The night was enchanting, and snowflakes filled the sky. The familiar courtyard layout, like an ink sketch, gave him a sense of belonging and peace.

Thinking about how, despite the current Ghost Tide, the situation had calmed a bit, it also seemed a good time for respite; this was a fine chance for starting a family. This peace of mind doubled again.

The two silently held each other. Their hearts beat in the tranquil snowy night, both could hear it.

Suddenly, An Chenyu softly said, “Today, I’m ready for pregnancy. Do you want to come inside? That way, you won’t have to refuse Mother-in-Law next time.”

Song Cheng said, “No need for an excuse. I’m just someone who likes to stay at home. While a great man aims for conquest, I strive for a small family. I’ll openly admit it, why hide?”

An Chenyu couldn’t help but laugh, “You are so powerful, having mastered hundreds of forms and can contend with the Great Hall Master. Now that you’ve obtained the secret teachings from Shanhe Martial Arts Hall, with your talent, it’s possible you might have reached an entry-level by the end of the month. But as great as you are, you don’t like to take risks, to be a hero, or to roam far and wide…”

Song Cheng said, “Why must one take risks, be a hero, or roam far and wide?”

An Chenyu replied, “To cultivate a cultivation technique, one needs experience. Moreover, life is short. If ordinary people are like grass growing quietly in the dim light, then a hero is like a dazzling firework in the sky. Fireworks are so beautiful.”

Song Cheng said, “If you like watching fireworks, I’ll have Ling buy some.”

An Chenyu was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, “So, are you coming in today?”

Song Cheng said, “Yes.”

The young man, amidst the heavy snow, picked up the young lady wrapped in a warm fur coat. The warm feeling now wasn’t just the initial lust for her cold beauty he had when they first met; it had become a sense of warmth.

He stepped forward, following the ink-drawn road, towards the distant distorted structures in the wind and snow.

The door closed.

Amidst the rustling sounds.

An intense battle was imminent.

One was hard, the other was soft.

Hard and soft alternated, crossed and intertwined…

It stopped after a long time.

Miss An placed a pillow under her hips, carefully nurturing herself. After a while, the two fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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The next morning,

Ying drove the carriage, taking Miss An to inspect the various An Family businesses.

Now, leveraging the influence of Song Cheng and Tong Jia, the An Family had grown by unknown multiples since half a year ago when they were rescued from Tang River Village and depended on Ruyi Commerce Chamber to survive. This memory evoked deep emotions in some of the older folks.

Song Cheng, meanwhile, stood by the mirror as Ling fastened his robe, then he girded his long knife, placed the “Mechanical Shield,” and went to the dining hall for breakfast.

It would either be the couple, along with Ying and Miss An, or Ling followed him.

At this moment,

Ling stood under the dining hall’s eaves, rubbing her little hands, asking, “Master, are you going out today?”

The pink short skirt she wore was swapped for a pink wool coat, clearly a maid from a wealthy household.

Song Cheng said, “To the martial arts hall then.”

Ling replied with a “Sure thing,” then went to harness the carriage.

But it was cold enough that even the reins were icy and stiff.

Ling’s little hands turned white from the cold, with small blue veins visible under her pale skin. She let out a playful yell, “Giddyup!”

The horse pulled the carriage, stirring up a cloud of snow dust with the wheels.

The young man in a mysterious robe leaned in the dark corner of the carriage cabin.

The carriage left the An Residence, crossed a bridge, and slowly entered the bustling marketplace.

Song Cheng recalled the initial struggle when they first arrived, with An Family’s third uncle, later the Chen Family, and even the Shanhe Martial Arts Hall’s outer sect disciples. It certainly wasn’t smooth sailing all the way.

But now, everything was peaceful.

He yawned, sniffed, and caught a fragrance in the air, then called out to stop, seeing it was someone selling a type of shrimp cake.

Without getting out of the carriage, Song Cheng called, “Buy four, then bring back a jug of sake.”

Suddenly, remembering the recent attempts with Sister An to foster a child, he added, “Forget the wine.”

Soon after, a voice came from outside the carriage.

“Ling, it must be Lord Song in there. I can’t accept your money, let me treat you.”

“Take it.” Ling placed the money on the table, took the cakes, and walked away. She wasn’t foolish—a few cakes weren’t worth pretending over, and no one intended to swindle.

Returning to the driver’s seat, she handed the cakes through the curtain.

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Again, the carriage rolled forward in the bustling marketplace filled with lively scents.

Song Cheng smiled, “Do they all call you Ling out there?”

Ling replied, “Aren’t I basking in Master’s glory? Even those much older call me Sister Ling.”

Song Cheng took a bite of the shrimp cake; it was crispy, with whole prawns cooked and stir-fried, enhanced with a secret sauce, and very fragrant. He casually said, “Now outside, they call me Lord Song, don’t they?”

Ling affirmed, “Indeed. Lord Song, who doesn’t know you in Hanping Prefecture?”

Song Cheng said, “I always feel called old. I prefer it when people call me Little Song.”

Ling driving the carriage couldn’t help but roll her eyes, playfully snapping, “If you want someone to have bad luck, just make them call you Little Song. If the Great Hall Master’s junior brother is Little Song, where does that leave the great masters of Shanhe Martial Arts Hall? Would they spare anyone who said that?”