Apart from cultivation, Song Cheng was constantly worried about one thing: could the Ghost Servants be waiting for an opportunity?

Would they first release some weaker Ghost Servants to lull Lady Zhushan into a false sense of security, then, while she was not paying attention, suddenly unleash a wave of "trump card Ghost Servants" to quickly behead her with the momentum of thunder and lightning, before proceeding to destroy the Soul Refiners of the Prefectural City?

If he controlled the Ghost Servants, that's what he would do.

However, even if the Ghost Servants did this, there should still be some room for flexibility, because his strength certainly wasn't accounted for.

After all, he was so inconspicuous, just a blind man who happened to be at the "Form" Realm.

This "information gap" was enough to compensate for that risk.

But Song Cheng waited and waited...

The Ghost Servants came less and less.

The Barbarian Army, on the other hand, was quite numerous, roaming to the three checkpoints every now and then, repeatedly engaging in prolonged siege warfare.

Both sides piled up flesh and blood, fighting each other brutally.

Lady Zhushan sent all the Medicinal Humans to the front line, and the residents of the Prefectural City also provided various kinds of support outside the city gates...

United in determination, the Barbarian Army was repelled several times and, for the time being, stopped coming.

And the "last-ditch Ghost Servants" that Song Cheng had been waiting for did not appear either.

Not only that, they seemed to have no intention of appearing.

The Ghost Servants he and Lady Zhushan faced for the first time may have already been the Ghost Servants' killing blow.

Latter, Song Cheng thought it over again.

And felt it actually made sense.

Ghost Servants came into being when lone individuals encountered evil spirits.

These people's strength could double, triple, or even quadruple... Ordinary humans could even reach ten times as much.

Last time, the Ghost Tide killing a lone "Force Realm" practitioner was already the limit.

Therefore, this time, the numerous "Form" Realm Ghost Servants he and Lady Zhushan encountered were actually already the strongest among the Ghost Servants.

As for "Form" Realm powerhouses?

These were already people at the level of Internal Affairs Envoy and External Affairs Envoy within big forces, each one well-informed and used to sitting in cities with the most abundant Yang Qi and the most stringent defenses. How could they possibly be killed by a Ghost Tide outside?

As for those above the "Form" Realm, they were even less likely to exist.

At this thought, the young man suddenly realized something terrifying:

If, in this battle between Dashang and the Northern Barbarians, a powerhouse above the "Form" Realm died, what would the outcome be?

What would it be?

Would it give rise to an unknown existence that surpassed even the "Form" Realm?

Would it?

Song Cheng felt a sense of gravity in his heart. He had this constant premonition that his fears would become reality.

So, he went directly to Lady Zhushan.

...

Out of respect for him being Tong Jia's man, the lady was no longer as cold towards him.

The lady herself was a cold, even heartless person, but even the cold-hearted always need sunshine. A girl with a breath of life, who could cry, laugh, and make a fuss, someone normal, and even ordinary, could become that sunshine.

Even if she wouldn't admit it, she doted on Tong Jia as one would dote on a granddaughter.

Of course, there may be countless girls like that in the world, but who made it so that she only had a bond with Tong Jia?

This was the sunshine that could reach the coldest corners of her heart.

Therefore, seeing this "stranger relation" partner taking the initiative to visit her, she wasn't angry, but just asked, "Song, what's the matter?"

Song Cheng got straight to the point, "Would the Great Hall Master of the Shanhe Martial Arts Hall, the White Camel Estate's Master, or people like them, die on the battlefield?"

Lady Zhushan instantly understood his meaning.

She clasped her hands in her sleeves, slightly lifted them in front of her abdomen, took a few steps while dragging her heavy, earthy robe, and then said, "Nobody can stop war.

The battlefield is a place to vent hatred, not a place for reasoning.

The Barbarians slaughtered an entire county of Hanping Prefecture; which Dashang man wouldn't want to flay and eat their flesh?

And the Barbarians, affected by the great changes of the northern land, crazily pushed southward. Heroes of theirs, killed by our Dashang men in indignation, are amongst those we cut down.

Even if all you say is right and reasonable, it's useless.

Which side will stop to listen to your so-called reason?

Moreover, you'd have to first make a sound loud enough for everyone to sit down calmly and rationally to listen to you.

You'd have to make sure none of the Ghost Servants cause trouble.

But is that possible?

It's difficult to build trust, yet it might take just one person's death to destroy it.

A peace meeting when tensions are high, a single assassination can shatter the hard-won trust beyond repair.

All I can do is wait for the war to end and use my medicine to reveal the true face of war.

My medicine, just slightly mixed into water, can reveal the true form of any Ghost Servant that drinks it.

But to get everyone to believe me, I would need to go to many, many places personally. Those places, each with complex situations, are all full of human hearts and demons intertwined, each filled with the pressure and hatred of survival.

It's difficult, but at least possible.

But it's not possible during war."

Song Cheng fell silent.

He suddenly thought of Yune.

Thought of the villagers gone mad.

The evil of human hearts, the entanglement of desires, and the pervasive, terrifying blood-red in the air...

Is the battlefield also blood-red?

If a taboo has to be formed, will it bewitch everyone's hearts?

Is it inevitable?

Lady Zhushan spoke again, "Song, actually, I've already considered what you're worried about. I've clearly informed those like the Great Hall Master and Old Venom about these truths. I've told them that if they ever come to a critical moment, even if all their subordinates are dead, they themselves must not die."

"Hmm..."

The young man nodded.

What other choice did he have?

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