Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy-Chapter 295 - 165, 166. Song Cheng’s Regret, Behind the Scenes, Before and After the Battle (Please Subscribe)_3

Chapter 295: 165, 166. Song Cheng’s Regret, Behind the Scenes, Before and After the Battle (Please Subscribe)_3

"Grand Tutor Qin."

Even though the Emperor’s heart was fuming with rage, in reality, he was unsettled, his thoughts in turmoil. Thus, he rose again and, turning his head, called out the name of the old minister he relied on.

Qin Wanquan was an old minister of the Dashang Dynasty, a pillar of the state.

Grand Tutor Qin nodded slightly, his silver hair trembling slightly, his eyes filled with a fierce and heroic look.

"Your Majesty, please be at ease."

As soon as his words fell, the entire palace suddenly fell silent, the noise of the insects and the sound of the wind seemed to stop altogether...

The palace doors burst open, and before Qin Wanquan could react, he saw a strange person wearing a broken elephant mask enter from outside. Their overwhelming presence instantly pressed down on everyone, leaving them breathless.

The person with the elephant mask moved as if "shrinking the earth," appearing in the distance one moment and right before their eyes the next...

Yet the stranger’s speed was not fast; they simply stepped out casually and indifferently.

Their steps were as if blessed by the divine, covering more than ten miles in one step, as if their Divine Soul was soaring through the skies.

The stranger wearing the broken elephant mask casually sat on the dragon throne, propping up his chin, looking down at the people before him, and then glanced at the Emperor, who was turning his head in both astonishment and shock.

The stranger’s eyes were calm, as profound as the abyss, like a chess player who has been orchestrating the world behind the scenes finally stepping out to perform.

Just as the stranger was about to speak, they suddenly stared intently at Qin Wanquan and sniffed.

Suddenly, their figure stiffened.

However, no one could see the expression behind the broken elephant mask.

They asked, "Who is your master?"

As an old official, Qin Wanquan was adept at feigning ignorance. Instinctively, he turned to look behind him as if the stranger’s question was not directed at him.

The Emperor also followed Qin Wanquan’s gaze to look back, but beyond the open doors, there was nothing else.

The Emperor’s gaze slowly settled on Qin Wanquan, and then he abruptly turned his head to look at the stranger, asking, "Who are you? How can you... how can you sit on the dragon throne?"

The frustrated Emperor didn’t dare to utter the words "How dare you sit on the dragon throne."

And the stranger didn’t take the Emperor seriously at all, only repeating in a hoarse voice, "Grand Tutor Qin, no matter who your master is, tonight at noon, ten miles west of the city, at Spring Breeze Pavilion, let’s meet."

Having said that, it seemed like they abandoned whatever they were originally planning to do and left like a whirlwind.

They had noticed Qin Wanquan’s identity and his "Pseudo-Profound Realm."

Therefore, their original plan was no longer viable.

...

...

In the mysterious Yin Residence, the dialogue resumed.

"The Imperial Capital has been infiltrated; a hundred-year-old minister in the Qi Realm has actually become a Medicinal Human!"

"A Dharma Aspect Realm person has appeared, but how is that possible? Right now, the Four Evil Lands have not yet formed; the conditions to break through to this realm simply do not exist..."

"But I’ve seen it with my own eyes, the scent of medicine on Qin Wanquan. Today, I was planning to reassert control over the situation in the guise of the Dashang Dynasty’s Elder Ancestor and then incite greater turmoil by helping the young Emperor kill Zhao Hua... However, the moment I saw Qin Wanquan, I knew that the Imperial Palace was already in grave danger."

A silence fell in the Yin Residence.

After a long while, someone responded, "Feng Tianshi, you’ve set a meeting with that man tonight at Spring Breeze Pavilion... we will wait for your news.

After all, even though that person has entered the Dharma Aspect Realm, who among us seated here has not reached that level?

The dangers we face now... are actually ghosts, not humans."

"I understand."

Outside the Imperial Capital, in a small shack filled with darkness, the mysterious person wearing the broken elephant mask left the Yin Residence, casting a cold gaze into the distance, their eyes flickering with uncertainty...

...

...

His name is Feng Tianshi.

He is the Elder Ancestor of the Ji Family from the Imperial Family and also the Elder Ancestor of the Feng Family; moreover, he is... a tragic figure.

He still remembered his hometown, the Greenbird Continent, but that was over a thousand years ago.

He was a prodigious talent, growing at a remarkable speed.

But the world outside was deteriorating rapidly.

Ghost Pit, Ghost Spring, Ghost River...

As everything gradually escalated, and when no force could withstand it, his body became completely trapped in an eerie domain from which there was no escape. Fortuitously, he still had the Ice Coffin.

Lying in the Ice Coffin, he waited for an indeterminate amount of time.

He didn’t even have the courage to leave the Ice Coffin because the outside world had become a realm of evil spirits. Even someone like him, once entering the world of evil spirits, would be imprisoned and rooted, unable to leave ever again, gradually becoming twisted...

He was a person who had entered the Dharma Aspect Realm and possessed a single chance for Possession.

However, even so, a life suitable for his Possession could no longer be found.

Fortunately, as he was on the verge of a natural death, he sensed a distant Visualization.

This Visualization was extremely feeble, but for him, it was like a ray of light in an endless darkness.

He traveled through it desperately and then entered the womb of a woman in luxurious clothes, possessing the infant that was still in utero.

By becoming an infant again, he could grow once more. Even if everything had to start from scratch, he was willing...

But he was still curious; how had these people Visualized him?

As he grew older, many things slowly became clear.

At the onset of the Ghost Tide, almost all the strong figures used Sun Nine-Pattern Gold to carve their images and inscribed simple stories on the bottom before placing them in indestructible "Floating Wood" boxes and casting them into the sea...

However, the world beyond the continent was utterly chaotic.

Whether it was the sea or the land, it was a foggy, terrifying domain stitched with chaos.

There was no direction, nothing at all; where you could go was entirely a matter of fate.