Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy-Chapter 298 - 167, 168. Saw the Emperor at 9 pm, behind the battle tent, turtle swallows Buddha (subscribe request)_2

Chapter 298: 167, 168. Saw the Emperor at 9 pm, behind the battle tent, turtle swallows Buddha (subscribe request)_2

He wanted to give his elder brother a world without the Ghost Tide, without the chaos of war.

"Prince, we have arrived,"

someone reminded by his side.

Zhao Hua came back to his senses, he lifted his head, looking at the Treasured Hall of the Imperial Palace.

The stairway was like a mountain path, the roofs reflecting the vast sky.

The river of stars flowed, the solitary moon shone forever brightly.

Zhao Hua dismounted.

A group of people followed suit, dismounting behind him.

Then, they walked toward the ghastly white path illuminated by the moonlight.

...

...

Spring Breeze Pavilion, to the west of the city.

If a spring breeze were to rise, this pavilion would be the last to bask in its warmth... but once the spring breeze reached this pavilion, it signaled that spring had enveloped every corner of the Imperial Capital.

Many verses adorned both sides of the pavilion, the leisurely works of scholars and poets.

Although poetry is considered "useless," it helps in comprehending Cultivation Techniques, training in the art of war, and even in grasping the trends of the world.

Song Cheng, having possessed the youth named He Zhen, was within the pavilion, reading the lines left by the cultured literati.

"Do not speak of spring’s tardy days; every moment the scene renews. The east wind, though casual in its coming, brings with it how many pounds of purples and reds?"

He smiled.

The poem was indeed fitting for the occasion.

Spring always arrives late in the west of the city, and so when spring is felt in the west, the scenery changes in an instant.

The common folk could recognize the east wind as well, but...how many were like the poet, who wished to feast on flowers, to cut blooms like beef and pork and use them to season their drink?

This also revealed the poet’s leisurely disposition.

Song Cheng felt somewhat tired; he also wished for a leisurely life with his wife and children, and hoped his wives would not have to be so busy.

Perhaps, he truly owed them...

He casually scanned his surroundings but saw no data.

Song Cheng fell into thought.

The other party had arranged to meet him at 11 p.m.

He had arrived early, at 19 p.m., and after searching the area without finding any traps, he calmly entered the pavilion, extended his perception, and waited leisurely...

And now it was already 21 p.m.

Logically, if the other party had chosen to meet with him, it meant there was something to discuss, especially since this was also a "first meeting."

"First meetings" that result in fighting to the death were not in line with his understanding.

War is but an uneven distribution of benefits. Regarding the psyche of the person he was about to meet, Song Cheng had some speculations... Normally, the other party would want to negotiate, to understand each other’s goals and see if there was any possibility for cooperation rather than attacking him outright.

If there was potential for cooperation, they would work together on it, which would conform to the principle of maximizing benefits.

But, there are exceptions.

The exception is when the other party’s forces have already banded together, with no tolerance for mavericks or outsiders.

Song Cheng pondered in Spring Breeze Pavilion for a while, then once again extended his perception: worship of the "True Martial Emperor Monarch" within the Grand Scholar Mansion had not ceased, and with a single thought, he could still go there.

In theory, he needn’t go now.

But Song Cheng, being naturally suspicious, decided he should check it out anyway.

His figure flickered, and with a single thought accompanying the visualization, he possessed the girl named Qin Rong.

The possession was greatly beneficial for the host themselves, just as Ling, who had been possessed by "Su Ningyu," had turned into a little monster. But the stronger the Divine Soul, the better the control, the more one could avoid such "contagion." This explained why the maidservants possessed by the "elder sister-in-law" showed no changes at all.

Yet for He Zheng and Qin Rong, who served the True Martial Emperor Monarch from dawn to dusk, Song Cheng was willing to grant them certain benefits, so he deliberately relaxed his control. In doing so... the two would surpass ordinary people in their future cultivation.

Having entered Qin Rong’s body, Song Cheng quickly got up. Just as he stepped out of the shrine, he heard the sound of horse hooves outside.

A fast horse stopped in front of the Grand Scholar Mansion, and someone hurried inside to report to the Great Scholar in a whisper, "Grand Tutor bids me to report with haste that at 19 p.m., the Emperor’s secret envoy suddenly arrived, inviting King Zhao to the palace, and King Zhao has gone."

Having said this, the messenger quickly left.

The Great Scholar, in a flurry, rushed to the shrine.

Very few were aware of the events that had transpired in the Imperial Palace, and the loyalists of Grand Tutor Qin had all been sworn to secrecy, so only a handful of people knew about "the Spring Breeze Pavilion’s 11 p.m. appointment."

For such top-tier individuals like the Great Scholar, they could easily infer that "the Spring Breeze Pavilion’s 11 p.m. appointment" was a meeting among the "behind-the-scenes immortals."

In their minds, these "behind-the-scenes immortals" were beings even more elevated than the "Noble Families."

Thus, before the meeting of the "behind-the-scenes immortals" concluded, the Imperial Capital would not see any change.

But now, the Emperor had suddenly dispatched a secret envoy at 19 p.m. to summon King Zhao to the palace...

Was there a change afoot?

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He did not understand.

But he knew he must immediately, without delay, notify his master,

Yet, would he be in time?

His master had gone to Spring Breeze Pavilion early on.

The master was not omniscient, and only occasionally could he vaguely learn of some matters through the shrine’s visualization...

Even if he went to the shrine now, it might not be in time.

But no matter what, he must hurry and take action.

As he ran, the Great Scholar came across Qin Rong at the entrance to the inner quarters.

He was about to chide her, but then he saw in Qin Rong’s eyes depths like the abyss, that aura...

"My lord," the Great Scholar inwardly sighed.

"He Tu, I am already aware,"

the young girl’s voice was icy.

Because... the current situation meant he had very likely been stood up at "the appointment at Spring Breeze Pavilion."

If it was not for a negotiation, then it could only be another outcome.

"Go and mobilize the troops, prepare to stabilize order,"

Song Cheng finished giving his order and then left Qin Rong’s body. His Divine Soul flickered in midair and headed towards the distant Imperial Palace.