What If I Can't Die?-Novel

371 Nothing Better To Do Than To Spread My Name

This guy’s brain was really different from ordinary people’s. Who had said that he was a dog and his woman was a chicken? Althought currently their situations were similar.

“As long as Young Master is happy.”

Old Liu chuckled and looked a abashed.

“Alright, there’s no need to show your loyalty. Since I’ve asked you to return to the Song Mansion, I naturally won’t treat you badly.”

Song Shi said speechlessly, “Your cultivation resources will bountiful in the future. As for how far you can go, it will depend on yourselves.”

“Young Master, don’t worry. Even if you become an immortal, as long as I don’t die, I, Old Liu, will catch up step by step. At most, it will take a longer time.”

Big Smart patted his chest and promised.

“Oh, you’re quite ambitious.”

Song Shi smiled. “Then I’ll give you something to help you with your dream.”

With a casual wave of his hand, spirit patterns appeared. Talismans formed naturally and turned into rays of light that struck Big Smart and Song Hai.

“Young Master, do you have any for my Mei Niang?” Big Smart asked shamelessly.

“Since she’s going to ascend to the heavens, she’s naturally going to have these resources as well.”

Song Shi rubbed a few life-saving talismans and turned them into balls of light. He threw them to Big Smart. “Take them back and let her eat them.”

“Thank you, Master.”

Big Smart left happily.

“We’re brothers, so I won’t stand on ceremony with you.”

Song Hai cupped his fists at Song Shi and brought up another matter. “Seventh Brother, the Prefecture Master of Jinzhou is still welcoming you to visit in the living room. Do you want to meet him?”

“No, just take responsibility. Jinzhou shouldn’t have been affected too much. Just let ordinary people live a better life than before.”

Song Shi shook his head and voiced his opinion.

“I understand.”

Song Hai cupped his fists at Bai Xiaoqin and Bai Yu’er. “I won’t disturb your rest.”

He turned around and strode out of the courtyard. Big Smart also ran to look for Mei Niang with the treasure.

In the living room of the front door of the Song residence, a white-robed Confucian scholar was drinking tea and glancing at the side door from time to time.

Hearing footsteps, he hurriedly stood up. When he saw that only Song Hai had returned, he revealed a regretful expression.

As smart as he was, he roughly knew that that person was unwilling to see him.

“Manor Head, my seventh brother has something on and won’t see you. But you don’t have to worry. He only wants me to maintain Jinzhou to be peaceful as much as possible so that ordinary people can live a better life.”

Song Hai smiled. He knew why the other party had come. He was afraid that the Song family would make a big move.

When the white-robed Confucian scholar heard this, he sighed with emotion. “Young Master Song is a good person. I thank you on behalf of the various large factions and the commoners. If Young Master Song hadn’t spoken this time, the various large factions in Jinzhou would definitely have fought for territory.”

“Indeed, Jinzhou has been in chaos for several years. There’s no need for it to be so chaotic anymore.”

Song Hai nodded. “Please convey the Song family’s intentions.”

“No problem.”

The white-robed scholar happily agreed and discussed some matters with Song Hai before leaving in satisfaction.

At the entrance of the Song Manor, the commander of the Jinzhou Demon Slayers, Wang Huiwu, saw the Manor Lord coming out and welcomed him. “Lord, how is it?”

“It’s much better than we expected.”

The white-robed Confucian Easy explained the Song family’s opinion and sighed. “This Young Master Song is indeed magnanimous. He doesn’t care about making use of this province at all.”

Wang Huiwu smiled bitterly. “A few years ago, you even sent someone to the Yao Moon Palace to develop him into a spy. In the end, he disappeared without even coming into contact with him. When he appeared again, he ran to the Heavenly Ghost Sect to become an elder. Now, he’s already a mighty figure who can affect the situation in Great Qian. It’s really a little unbelievable.”

“That’s right. I heard that he was fighting with the Sky Demon Saint. Now that he has returned to the Song family, the legendary Sky Demon Saint is probably doomed.”

The white-robed scholar sighed. “Hurry up and send the news back to the Imperial City. They seem to care about his whereabouts.”

“I’ve already informed them.”

Wang Huiwu nodded. “We’ve just found out something. We’ve finally caught the traitor inside.”

“Who is it?”

The white-robed scholar frowned.

“Chen Ming.”

Wang Huiwu sighed. “I thought he was a budding seedling, but I didn’t expect him to have been planted with demonic thoughts by the Demon Cult.”

“So he’s one of the three thousand demonic seeds of the Crazy Demon Daoist. It’s really hard to guard against. Fortunately, the Sky Demon Cult lost this time. Otherwise, if the Sky Demon Cult were to take control of Great Qian, both you and I would be in a miserable state.”

The white-robed Confucian scholar was not surprised to hear the result.

The Demonic Seed Art that the crazy Daoist cultivated was extremely strange and impossible to guard against. It was comparable to possession, but even more brilliant than possession.

“Sky Demon Cult has been defeated, there shouldn’t be any more of this.”

Wang Huiwu rejoiced.

Buzz!

A vibration came from his waist. He hurriedly took out a token and pressed it between his eyebrows to receive the message. Then, his body trembled.

“If the higher-ups send someone over, they won’t blame us for not supporting the Imperial City immediately, right?”

He was a little uneasy. When the Imperial City was trapped, the Demon Slayers and Fiend Eradicators everywhere were mobilized. However, there were also troubles everywhere, hence most of them did not move out immediately.

“I don’t think so. After all, you and I have our reasons. We can’t just ignore the enemy of Jinzhou and take the risk to go to the Imperial City to provide support, right?”

The white-robed scholar looked at the Song residence. “He’s most likely going to see the Young Master inside.”

“That’s good.”

Wang Huiwu was relieved. “What about this Chen Ming?”

“He is only a puppet now to the demonic seed now. Kill him. It can also be considered a justification for our brothers who were killed by him.”

…

As the news of the Song Family wanting to control Jinzhou spread, the entire Jinzhou knew that the Song Family had a great cultivator overseeing it. The news that was originally only circulated among high-level cultivators began to spread to the level of ordinary people.

Song Shi’s true identity was completely tied to the Song family, but this time, no one dared to use the Song family to threaten Song Shi.

Perhaps it was because someone deliberately revealed the news, or perhaps it was because of the respect of high-level cultivators or that some of Song Shi’s deeds entered the ears of the public.

The reincarnation of an immortal, an immortal body, remarkable abilities, repelling the Heavenly Devils… All sorts of legends and glory were added to Song Shi’s name. As he lay at home, he became a big shot that everyone in Great Qian knew about.

Everyone in the Boundless Continent, from the leaders of the major factions to the street vendors and even the demonic beasts and foreign races, knew that a peerless figure had appeared in Great Qian.

This abnormal situation reached Bai Yu’er’s ears. After dual cultivating with Song Shi, she still reminded him, “Young Master, it seems like someone is deliberately spreading your great achievements.”

“What?”

Song Shi was puzzled. “Other than killing the Sky Demon Saint, I don’t have any other achievements, right?”

“Isn’t this considered a great achievement?” Bai Yu’er could not help but roll her eyes at Song Shi.

“But who has nothing better to do than to spread my name? Interesting.”

Song Shi rubbed his chin and lay on Bai Yu’er’s smooth thigh. “This person should take the initiative to come looking for me. I can’t be bothered to find him.”

At the same time, within Silken City.

A Daoist with disheveled hair sat in the middle of a group of people. He held a floating dust and said in a serious manner, “Fellow villagers, you don’t know that I fought alongside Immortal Song and fought against those demons of the Demon Cult. Do you want to know Immortal Song’s immortal appearance?”

“Tell us, tell us.”

“If we didn’t want to know, would we be here listening to your nonsense?”

The group of people shouted and waited for the Daoist to tell them a story.