"Song, once things outside stabilize a bit, I will have children for you."

Miss An wants to become Madam Song.

"It's just that I'm not sure if it will hinder your cultivation?"

I heard that martial artists need to be undistracted. If there are children to worry about, will it affect you?

I've heard others say that you have entered the Form Realm, and to enter it at your age, you must be a genius.

Some also say you come from a major family in the Central Plains but lost your memory because the Form Realm Techniques are something only great powers or hidden forces possess. They are very precious; you couldn't have learned them by chance.

If you regain your memory, would you... regret it?"

It's precisely because Miss An wants to be Madam Song that she is increasingly worried about Mr. Song.

She knows, in this Chaotic World, the stronger Song Cheng is, the more stable their home will be.

She also knows that Song Cheng, with his frightening talent yet having lost his memory and sight, is a "Martial Arts prodigy," whose background and karma are likely very significant, too much for her small family in the border city to bear.

She is afraid that everything she experienced is just a dream.

If Song Cheng regains his memory, then what she experienced might be like a mirage, all in vain.

Song Cheng then realized he had hidden too many things from Miss An.

So, he laughed.

If it were Madam Tong, she would definitely have been punching him by now, then seizing the moment to let her petite body tower over him, looking down at the youth and saying a firm "Spill the beans."

But Miss An just looked at him anxiously and worried, her lips slightly trembled as she asked, "Your... your memory has returned?"

Song Cheng laughed and said, "The news about me being from a major family in the Central Plains, Sister An, you must have heard it from rumors outside?"

"Shanhe Martial Arts Hall, Foreign Affairs Envoy Hong." Miss An directly named the source of the information.

"Then, Sister An, remember to keep it confidential for me." Song Cheng leaned close, his breath tickling her ear, making her feel itchy.

Song Cheng said, "There is no major family, nor lost memory. There are always people in the world who can achieve great things without a teacher, advancing rapidly. After so long, don't you understand me?

I am a man without a past, all the past I have experienced is with Madam Tong, with Sister An."

"Really?"

"If I lied to Sister An, may I be struck by thunder..."

Before he could finish swearing the oath, Miss An covered his mouth.

Her eyes were warm and moist, gently looking at him.

Miss An buried her head in his chest and said softly, "Then, once the situation stabilizes and we don't need to run, I will have children for you, to be Madam Song."

Her cheeks blushed, and her legs reflexively wrapped around him; although it was still practice, both were deeply immersed, as if they had reached that day.

After a long time.

Calmness.

Finally, in the darkness, a topic that had never come up before arose.

"Do you want a boy or a girl?"

"Both are fine."

"And the name?

If it's a boy, what shall we call him, and what if it's a girl?"

Song Cheng looked around the courtyard.

At this moment, autumn had passed, and early winter brought flurries of snow, blanketing the courtyard.

His sharp sense of smell let him detect the cold fragrance seeping through the cracks.

The courtyard had plum trees, a tea pavilion, residences to the left and right where Ying and Ling stayed, storing his most important memories since he crossed over.

The courtyard was warm, beautiful, and peaceful; no matter how many trifles were outside, once inside this magical courtyard, everything calmed down, and so did his heart.

"Let's call him Ting."

"Song Ting?"

"No, the Ting of courtyard, the Ting of home."

"Song Ting."

"Hmm, Song Ting, Ting."

A strange name, not yet existing in this world, but it already had them looking forward to it.

After a long while,

Chenyu suddenly looked fixedly at Song Cheng and blurted out, "Song, be honest with me, what is your real ability?

You always back me up, and it always surprises me.

But each time, I find that although you've got my back, you haven't done so completely."

"Tell me! What is your true ability?"

Miss An crossed Song Cheng's waist, her tone a mix of coquettishness and willfulness, "I even suspect that you exist above the Form Realm.

That realm is called Qi, right?

Perfection of Form Realm can form a Body Protective True Gang.

Upon breaking through, it emits Qi externally, kills with a snap of fingers, and can lift objects in mid-air.

Perfection can even manifest an exterior phantom."

With Lady Zhushan, a widely experienced person, Song Cheng and the two had long understood the existence and manifestations of the "Qi Realm." Moreover, Song Cheng had also witnessed the Second Elder from Shanhe Martial Arts Hall using Qi to kill enemies while defending the north city gate.

He estimated that the Second Elder's Qi wouldn't penetrate his defenses.

He could just stand, close his eyes, cross his legs, and let the Second Elder attack with full force. The Second Elder likely wouldn't hurt him at all.

But what realm was he in?

Song Cheng glanced at his panel:

[Name: Song Cheng]

[Talent: Longevity]

[Points: 781]

[Realm: Yellow Level Grade B]

[Cultivation Technique]

True Form of Xuanwu (Nine Forms) (Perfection)

Xuanwu Body (Perfect)

[Skills]

Xuanwu Four Styles (Yellow Level Grade B) (Blade and Shield) (Style One Shadowless, Style Two Jiao Mountain, Style Three Immovable, Style Four Nightmare Spell) (Perfection)

Thousand Hands of Pear Blossoms (Yellow Level Grade B) (Perfection)

[Nether Pagoda Visualization Method]

8th layer Trickery Technique: Dark Heaven (0/0)

[Taboos]

1. Blessing of the Drowning Ghost

2. Peeking of the Human Skin Ghost

...

He had grown inconspicuously for half a year, from summer to winter, causing no trouble, not seeking fame, not vying for supremacy, not engaging in fierce fights, treating everyone with courtesy, even if just eating noodles on the street, he would chat with the noodle shop owner, saying "The noodles are really fragrant this year."

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