In the blink of an eye, another four days had passed.

Miss An was "frantically busy," Madam Tong "ran around various places," and Song Cheng's days were not leisurely either.

Besides teaching Madam Tong, Ying, the Wang brothers, Gao Lin, and exchanging martial arts knowledge with the martial arts hall masters from south of the city, he also had his own matters to attend to.

Whenever he had a moment of leisure, he would call Ling over to teach him how to read.

As the pen dragged across the paper, black ink stains would appear in his Heart's Eye.

Beyond learning characters, he also attempted the "Nether Pagoda Visualization Method."

Previously, he had been worried that he would not be able to execute "Dark Heaven" after the dispersal of the Ghost Tide, but as it turned out, he was overthinking it.

Once proven, it would not fade away.

Beyond that, he discovered that when his Divine Soul traversed the dark eighth layer and leaped out at the ninth, he could surprisingly roam in the ocean of daylight flames.

Previously only capable of Night Wandering, now... he could also Day Wander.

Song Cheng, now capable of Day Wandering, often sat cross-legged in the courtyard's teahouse after exhausting training sessions, his Divine Soul leaving his body to Day Wander the vicinity, surveying from above as he became familiar with Day Wandering while keeping an eye on the city.

Whenever there was any secretive matter, he would lean closer to listen in.

Whenever he saw any experts entering the city, he would check out their strength and see if they had any favorable impression of him.

In Ling's eyes, the son-in-law-Song loved to doze off.

Clad in a Mysterious Robe, once he sat down in the teahouse, it would be for a long while.

Today, when Song Cheng's Divine Soul wandered out to the south, he spotted six fast horses entering the city at the southern gate. He glanced over, and his divine soul quickly returned, then he opened his eyes, checked the position of the sun, and scanned his own condition.

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Xuanwu Style Two (Yellow Level Grade B) (Blade and Shield) (Style One: Shadowless, Style Two: Jiao Mountain) (Perfection)

And his combat power had leaped from the previous "93~164" to "93~186."

You see, at this time, he was unbeatable in Shanghe County, and it wasn't because of this power, but rather the power of being at the "Peak of Force Realm," a mere "51~102" power.

Even so, no one yet had managed to force him to use even half of his strength.

...

Momentarily, Ling came in and said, "Master, Master Xu from south of the city and Great Master Xiong have arrived."

Song Cheng said, "Have someone lead the two to the guest hall. I'll be there shortly."

...

A moment later...

The young man arrived at the guest hall with a blade cane.

Master Xu was from the "Giant Axe Martial Arts Hall," while Great Master Xiong was from the "Great Bear Martial Arts Hall."

Song Cheng's "Cleave Force" and "Barbarian Bear Force" were obtained from these two men.

Both of them were brash men, the former a brute and the latter known as the blunt force of the south of the city, both straightforward and rash.

These kind of brash men would want to get physical and spar upon meeting anyone.

If you couldn't beat them, they would despise you, not even deigning to look you straight in the eye; if you could beat them, they would curse and complain that they were careless; but if you could easily beat them, they would be shocked and amazed, wanting to befriend you and then discuss "how you took them down."

Song Cheng was indeed the third case.

At this moment, just as he entered the great hall, a middle-aged, stocky man with close-cropped hair and a large, gorilla-like burly man approached him from left and right.

"Brother Song, that variation you taught me yesterday was brilliant. How on earth didn't I think of that?" Great Master Xiong exclaimed, his eyes shining.

Master Xu pushed him aside, clamoring, "Move aside, move aside! Is Brother Song only yours? You took up so much of his time yesterday, even had him personally demonstrate for you. Today, step aside!"

Initially, both men thought of Song Cheng as just a young, blind boy who might be capable but to a limited extent.

However, after being relentlessly thrashed by him, they changed their minds.

Song Cheng smiled and began to exchange ideas with the two men in the hall.

A while later, two more martial artists arrived at the door, the same man and woman who had come with Old Master Zhao from the Water Bird Martial Arts Hall that day.

The man was Zhao Hua, Old Master Zhao's eldest son. Having children late in life, he had two sons, but unfortunately, his younger son was killed by a Human Skin Ghost; the woman, Liu Jun, was a recruit of extraordinary talent at the Water Bird Martial Arts Hall.

Both were in the Force Realm and had reached Great Achievement, also considered as disciples by Old Master Zhao.

Old Master Zhao might have felt his advanced age and was no longer pursuing breakthroughs in Martial Path, but he kept sending these two talented individuals towards Song Cheng.

Just like Master Xu and Great Master Xiong, Zhao Hua and Liu Jun initially didn't show much respect for Song Cheng, a youth even younger than them.

But within a couple of days, both were thoroughly convinced.

"Mr. Song."

"Mr."

Zhao Hua and Liu Jun bowed.

Song Cheng kindly said, "Please, sit down."

The two sat down and slowly joined in the discussion.

Before long, a talented young man from the "Flying Wheel Martial Arts Hall," who had entered the Force Realm, also hurried over.

The group discussed techniques and Martial Arts.

Song Cheng also felt a sense of "teacher and student help each other grow" in this type of exchange; what he taught was merely the basics, yet every word was a consolidation and summary of his own power.

Just as everyone was getting enthusiastically into the discussion, Song Cheng suddenly felt something and slightly lifted his head.

The five others looked surprised, following his gaze towards the door.

Bang!

The sound of a door being kicked open came from behind the screen.

In the Ruyi Commerce Chamber's guest hall and the main entrance, apart from the courtyard and the pathway, there was only a screen separating them.

This loud "bang" was clearly heard by several people in the room.

Soon, a gorgeously dressed young man swaggered out, shouting, "Where is An Chenyu? The good deeds she's done!"

A servant hastily said, "Eldest son, eldest son, President An is out... Ouch..."

An Changsheng kicked the servant over and walked around the screen.

He was quite pleased with his own assertiveness today.

In two words, it would be described as "domineering."

After kicking the servant, he snorted coldly and said, "Tell her to roll back here!"

The servant glanced at an old man standing behind An Changsheng.

This old man was none other than Mr. Wang, a figure of great authority in the An family.

Mr. Wang said indifferently, "Go ahead."

The servant scrambled up and ran out.

While Mr. Wang turned his head to look at the guards who came with him and said coldly, "You all know your way around here, go call everyone out. If such a scandal happens in the chamber and they don't manage it, they are being disrespectful."

The four guards respectfully acknowledged and ran off far, calling out each person's name they saw and directed them to go to the living room.

An Changsheng and Mr. Wang then made their way to the living room and from a distance, they saw a blindfolded young blind man sitting with a few others.

An Changsheng frowned and clicked his tongue, "Since when can a son-in-law living with his wife's family bring such dubious people into the living room? Wild men, truly lacking manners!"

After finishing his words, he turned to Mr. Wang and said, "Mr. Wang, that's what I just said. My sister should have gotten married early. What business does a woman have running a commerce chamber?

All those young masters in the prefectural city aren't bad, are they? I hang out with them; I'm well aware of their backgrounds and characters. If they had listened to me back then, such things would never have happened."

As they spoke loudly and forcefully, all of whom were martial artists in the living room, none failed to hear clearly.

Song Cheng tasted his tea.

Great Master Xiong slammed the table, stood up in anger, and pointed at An Changsheng from a distance, taking steps towards him and roaring, "Who are you calling dubious? What are you?"

With Mr. Wang behind him and having received the "decree" from the old grandpa today, An Changsheng naturally was unafraid, so he said, "I'm talking about you. Does someone like you, a wild man, deserve to sit in my family's living room?

People, beat him out with sticks!"

He intended to establish his authority.

To sweep away all challenges with a resolute and decisive force, this is called "cutting through the mess with a swift blade."

As soon as he finished speaking, Master Xu also rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward.

Meanwhile, Zhao Hua remained seated. He was the successor to Old Master Zhao, with the best talent and a gentle demeanor. In Song Cheng's eyes, his ranking was the second highest in the south of the city, usually hidden under a modest appearance. He was the leader of the young generation in the southern city.

He wasn't rash at that moment but asked Song Cheng quietly after a glance, "Do you know him, sir?"

Song Cheng replied indifferently, "He's here to take over the commerce chamber."

Zhao Hua's expression suddenly changed.

Great Master Xiong and Master Xu might not have realized yet, but Zhao Hua understood.

The alliance of his seven martial arts halls in the southern city with Ruyi Commerce Chamber was based on the fact it belonged to An Chenyu and Song Cheng. If someone else took over, especially such a clueless person, it would be useless.

In these chaotic times, alliances are hard to form but easy to break.

This isn't just seizing the commerce chamber; it is clearly cutting off the future of his seven martial arts halls in the southern city!

A cold and hidden murderous intent flashed through Zhao Hua's eyes.

At a distance, an argument had already started.

Mr. Wang was stunned as he saw the two robust men approaching because he could feel that these people were different, not dubious, but... force realm warriors.

But even if they were force realm warriors, what of it?

Twisting his strength, he was one of the top individuals in Hanping Prefecture even among his peers, not something these county martial artists could compare with.

He narrowed his eyes, gripped his blade, and was about to intimidate.

However, from a distance, a young voice called out.

"Great Master Xiong, Master Xu, let me handle it."

Song Cheng glanced at Mr. Wang's "40~79," put down his tea cup, rose from the wooden chair, leaned on his Fine Blade, and walked up to Mr. Wang, tapping the blade handle to produce a metallic sound,

An Changsheng saw this wild man daring to come forward and was about to scoff, but Mr. Wang suddenly grabbed him and pulled him back.

An Changsheng was startled and asked, "What are you afraid of?"

Mr. Wang replied, "He's no ordinary man."

Soon thereafter, the crowd dispersed.

Mr. Wang said, "Young man, you make the first move, let me see Miss An's judgment."

Song Cheng nodded, not wasting words. His long blade swept out, carrying a whirlwind and transforming into a fierce dragon, exploding with a fierce flare in front of the old man.

Just a moment ago, Mr. Wang was still serious, but the next moment he felt a chill run down his spine, goosebumps instantly rising.

Like a traveler encountering a tiger in deep woods, his heart exploded with shock, his body suddenly reacting, he hastily mustered his strength, twisting them together, wanting to unsheathe his blade urgently to meet the fierce flare coming from the front.

Crack!

His blade didn't come out of the sheath, and the back of his hand was already in severe pain.

Looking up, he saw the youth's blade pressing on his hand, like a mountain.

He couldn't move his hand at all.

And the youth's blade hadn't even left its sheath.

In the spring breeze, the black cloth fluttered fiercely, the youth's expression was calm, his face was supposed to be looking straight at him, yet it gave Mr. Wang a sense of being looked down upon from a high position.

Mr. Wang realized the gap, his Adam's apple moved, his eyes nearly bursting, in disbelief, but ultimately his lips trembled, his fingers loosened, he bowed his head silently, and after a long while, he bitterly uttered, "I... lost."

Song Cheng said, "Guests come from far away, blades shouldn't be drawn."

He sheathed his blade, patted his hands, and said lightly, "Serve tea, welcome the guest."

The servants who were gathering hurried upon seeing this scene, quickly followed his order and went to make tea.

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