Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy-Chapter 294 - 165, 166. Song Cheng’s Regret, Behind the Scenes, Before and After the Battle (Please Subscribe)_2

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And the Emperor Ji Qin was nearly driven insane, for he knew that after "King Zhao began to enlist the Six Towns’ army," it was like adding wings to a tiger. Perhaps... it was time for him to voluntarily abdicate the throne.

But how could the Emperor resign himself to this?

Now he had sought Grand Tutor Qin’s assistance in secretly mobilizing loyalists ready to die, hoping to assassinate King Zhao once he was summoned to the palace.

"Grand Tutor is asking the master how to handle this?"

After delivering the report, the Great Scholar quietly waited for the orders.

Song Cheng, looking at the bare branches outside the window, said, "Let Grand Tutor use his judgement and arrange matters himself, without regard for my presence in the Imperial Capital."

"Yes..."

Just as the Great Scholar was about to take his leave, Song Cheng said, "I will stay here for some time, waiting for King Zhao’s return. Also, I’ll go out for a walk..."

The Great Scholar hurriedly said, "I’ll have Qin Rong accompany you."

"Good."

Song Cheng responded.

...

In the following ten days or so, he toured the entire Imperial Capital by carriage, accompanied by Grand Tutor Qin’s niece.

The purpose was simply the usual "mapping the terrain."

And over the ten days, he had already come to understand the overall situation of the Imperial Capital.

The Imperial Capital indeed harbored hidden dragons and crouching tigers, containing many Noble Family Children who supported their families here or sired their offspring.

However, the abilities of most of these Noble Family Children were not much different from that of Yu’s level.

As for "Mysterious Level Grade C," there was not a single one to be found.

Song Cheng strolled by a stream in Holy Bright Temple, walking alongside Qin Rong, and casually inquired, "Do you know about the Noble Families of Ji, Feng, and Yan?"

Qin Rong hurriedly offered a smile, providing all the information she knew about the three families, yet she did not mention those three Noble Families.

Clearly, she was unaware.

She was just trying her best to answer the great man’s question.

Her knowledge simply did not extend to the Noble Families’ level.

Back at the Grand Scholar Mansion, Song Cheng further inquired of the Great Scholar.

He needed to understand the Imperial Family’s hidden Noble Families.

About which he was completely ignorant.

Yet, the Great Scholar only shook his head and said, "I have not heard of the Feng Family, but it’s been a long time since the Imperial Family’s hidden Noble Families emerged. Or perhaps they have, but they do not let us perceive their presence anymore."

Upon hearing this, Song Cheng understood that he could not get any answers from these ordinary officials who were Martial Artists.

Thus, he began to quietly await the return of King Zhao, the return of Saint Heavenly Buddha.

If Saint Heavenly Buddha really appeared and was not as powerful... perhaps, it was time to bring everything to an end.

He wanted to give Ting and An a proper childhood.

Perhaps it wasn’t too late yet.

...

...

Song Cheng had always been patient. His patience had kept him from being drawn into many disputes and directly facing many enemies.

But his patience was for bypassing many potential foes, to make many possible crises disappear.

He was not patient just for the sake of patience, but for safety, and also for his family.

In the blink of an eye, another half a month had passed...

At the east gate of the Imperial Capital, Shielded Soldiers and Heavy Cavalry entered the city, moving like a slow-moving forest of trees...

The army was returning from its deployment.

King Zhao, riding a tall horse, led the way at the front. His scholarly face, now weather-beaten, was filled with indescribable murderous intent and majesty, which was daunting to onlookers.

Song Cheng watched Zhao Hua pass by, yet he still had not seen Saint Heavenly Buddha.

Obviously, the old man loved to remain hidden.

The older they were, the more elusive they became.

And it was at this moment, he saw a monk dressed in a purple-and-gold robe whisper a few words to Zhao Hua.

Song Cheng heard everything clearly.

The monk was advising King Zhao to enter the palace with his might and ask the Emperor to abdicate.

Zhao Hua treated this monk with great respect, but the idea of immediately entering the palace to "ask the Emperor to abdicate" still made him hesitate.

He only hesitated for a moment before nodding.

And he addressed the monk as "My Buddha."

Song Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly.

Zhao Hua couldn’t see it, but he could tell clearly that the monk was merely a standard "Mysterious Level Grade D," similar to the monk he had previously killed while they were pursuing the fleeing Yan family.

Such strength was definitely not that of "My Buddha."

And Zhao Hua referring to him as "My Buddha" must mean he regarded him as "Saint Heavenly Buddha."

Thinking about it, this might be the second person impersonating "Saint Heavenly Buddha" after Yin Mingzong.

Song Cheng watched with interest, feeling that there was a trick inside.

He was becoming increasingly eager.

He already knew that no matter how confusing the situation was now, when Zhao Hua would request that "the current Emperor abdicate," something unexpected was bound to happen...

He decided to go and watch.

...

...

"Ah!!"

Craash...

"Ah!!!"

Bang! Bang bang!

The young Emperor furiously swept all the exquisite porcelain from the table, leaving not a single item.

Hidden behind the screen inside the room, however, were the loyalists brought by Grand Tutor Qin.

These loyalists were elites, and although they could not compare to the once Imperial Family’s Four Symbols Guard, they were nevertheless adept at assassination and were ferociously fearless.

If they took action, then King Zhao, even if accompanied by experts into the palace, would undoubtedly die.

However, what infuriated Ji Qin was the betrayal of "Saint Heavenly Buddha."

"Why? Why!!" he questioned, yet he did not dare to speak aloud the names of the Buddha or of King Zhao...

After a bout of venting, Ji Qin finally calmed down. He lay sprawled on the golden handrail beside the Dragon Throne, squinting coldly into the distance, his gaze once again serene.

He clenched his fists and thought to himself, ’No matter what has happened before, after today, I will not have things I dare not do.’

’Zhao Ni! Zhao Ni! I want you dead! I want you to be cut to pieces!’