Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy-Chapter 74 - 72. Start worrying about internal strife

Chapter 74: 72. Start worrying about internal strife

Chapter 74: 72. Start worrying about internal strife

Night fell.

Song Cheng gently caressed Madam Tong lying beside him, closed his eyes, and let his divine soul subconsciously out of his body. He skillfully felt his way outside and quickly arrived at a martial arts hall he had predetermined—the Overturning Waves Martial Hall.

This hall was one he and Ling had explored nearby.

Listening to the discussions around, he roughly understood that this martial arts hall’s force was quite unique. It was a spiral force coupled with a fierce pouncing force. In other words, this cultivation technique likely lay between the “Flying Wheel Horizontal Force” and the “White Snake Force.”

Inside the hall, it was obvious many disciples were sound asleep, with very few reaching the Force Realm. And it was apparent that recent recruitment drives had drawn some from the martial arts hall away.

After all, the prefectural city’s martial arts halls were often connected with the Shanhe Martial Arts Hall.

For such rare opportunities, naturally, some would seize them.

However, the overall sense of urgency was not high within the hall.

Through preliminary reconnaissance, Song Cheng knew the strongest individual here was merely on par with Mr. Wang.

In the darkness, a Yin soul rummaged through drawers and closets, slipping through gaps. After searching for about half an hour, it finally found a scroll of cultivation technique on a table in the hall master’s bedroom.

The cover bore three characters—”Overturning Waves Force.”

Clearly, the hall master and his woman were sleeping soundly.

Song Cheng stared at the cultivation technique, his divine soul suddenly attaching to it.

‘Object Driving.’

His repeatedly tested ability did not fail him this time.

The scroll’s pages fluttered open as if blown by the wind.

Song Cheng examined it closely.

Page by page, he read.

Though he could not drive heavy objects, pages or leaves were manageable.

He quickly finished reading the cultivation technique. With his understanding of the martial path and the display on his panel, even if he didn’t recognize some characters, it did not matter. He silently memorized those unfamiliar characters, quietly returned everything to its original state, and swiftly left, his soul re-entering his body.

Upon reentry, new information unexpectedly appeared on his panel:

[Cultivation Technique]

Overturning Waves Force (Yellow Level, Grade C) (Uninitiated (0/4))

There was no indication of conflict with existing cultivation techniques.

The youth lay there as the power within him began to stir, the seemingly calm body suddenly causing the muscles to ripple like waves.

Gang Qi circulated. Even lying down, he could cultivate.

The turbulence of airflow, the flowing force, made Song Cheng a seemingly still, yet intensely active “contradictory entity.”

The force coiled gently, like dragons swimming.

Silent and smooth, nimble and continuous.

An incense stick…

Two incense sticks…

An hour…

Two hours…

Outside the window, the sky turned gray as dusk neared, and Madam Tong twisted, trying to pull all the blankets onto herself.

A few light “pop” sounds suddenly came from within Song Cheng’s body.

He glanced at the panel:

Overturning Waves Force (Yellow Level, Grade C) (Perfection)

“Hmph… Hahaha…”

Though the youth was composed, he couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

This time, he didn’t add any points.

At the Force Realm, he no longer needed to.

Because he had reached a rather powerful level within this realm.

Others sought one technique, one path, one way.

Yet he sought all techniques, even for a mere scrap of flesh to harbor deadly power.

This laughter startled Madam Tong awake.

The young lady mumbled, “Song, what’s with the craziness so early in the morning?”

Filled with joy, Song Cheng hugged the young lady and gave her a firm kiss.

The young lady returned the kiss and then sleepily continued to rest.

Song Cheng lay there, his mood gradually calming.

He contemplated the “Overturning Waves Force.”

This cultivation technique was rather unique, at least to him, because it seemed not only to surpass “Flying Wheel Horizontal Force” and “White Snake Force,” but it also connected with another force system.

If the Light and Agile Power System consisted of: White Snake Pouncing Force, Willow Soothing Force, Absolute Force.

The Defensive Power System consisted of: Mysterious Turtle Hard Force, Flying Wheel Spiral Horizontal Force, Cleave Force.

Then, “Overturning Waves Force” connected the two systems while also extending a small feeler toward another power system.

That system was the Fierce and Mighty System, which previously conflicted with other cultivation techniques for Song Cheng.

Initially, Song Cheng acquired “Roaring Tiger Blade” from bandits in the hills behind Tang River Village, and later “Barbarian Bear Force” from the Great Bear Martial Arts Hall, both belonging to this system.

And now…

He glanced at the panel.

The “conflicts with existing cultivation technique” next to “Roaring Tiger Blade” and “Barbarian Bear Force” suddenly… disappeared.

His power data inched a bit higher, from “141~282 to 143~286.”

Such minor changes were snail-like.

He, too, was like a snail, climbing step by step. Even if unable to obtain advanced cultivation techniques, he would build up a path to the heavens from the basics.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step; rivers flow to form seas.

Now, he could compare with the one from White Camel Estate.

…

…

In the morning,

Song Cheng arrived at the courtyard. As the weather turned hotter, he changed into neat clothing and began to test the “Barbarian Bear Force.”

If he estimated correctly, this was a new force route that required hard cultivation.

Indeed, after practicing a little for half an hour, he found it wasn’t so easy, but “a third of the world he had already acquired two,” and with Gang Qi, reverse-training this cultivation technique was faster than most.

Not to mention most people, even true prodigies couldn’t match him.

After completing a set, he rested briefly before noise came from outside.

Song Cheng closed his eyes, and his divine soul swiftly exited under the blazing sun, navigating outside, while the shell he left behind maintained a state where force flowed freely.

This was a method he had honed during extended out-of-body experiences.

Simply put, after his divine soul left his body, he could keep his body in its most defensively powerful state until his energy ran out.

In this state, even if a thousand arrows rained down, none would leave a white scratch on his “left-behind shell.”

Anyone who lightly touched him would feel like they were touching a large, heavy stone.

Anyone who dared strike him with a blade would find his Gang Qi automatically countering with force from the surface, possibly shattering attackers without sufficient strength.

Song Cheng’s divine soul drifted to the source of the commotion outside.

He saw it was visitors from another family.

Ruyi Commerce Chamber wasn’t large in the prefectural city, though compared to giants like the Shanhe Martial Arts Hall, it wasn’t considered small among lesser powers, with many families coming and going.

Of these families, Song Cheng didn’t know many, but Miss An knew them all because of the dealings involved.

Four visitors had arrived at the moment.

Leading was a young master, fair-skinned, with a folding fan gently waving, his combat power listing “2~2,” and a favorability score of “10.”

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This puzzled Song Cheng.

When had he offended someone with a combat power of only 2?

This favorability score already fell far below his kill line.

Then… maybe in a couple of days, he should deal with him. Who knew when something unexpected might arise?

However, before dealing with him, he was curious.

How had he offended this young master?

In the hall, the steward was cheerfully serving tea and smiling, gazing at the white-faced young master in the lead, saying, “Young Master Chen, what wind brings you here today?”

Young Master Chen replied, “Oh? Haven’t I often been a guest of your An Family before? Now that Changsheng is gone, can’t I come?”

The steward hurriedly said, “Of course, of course.”

Young Master Chen impatiently waved his fan, “Go! Quickly! Call Miss An out!”

Following that, he waved the fan, putting on a refined appearance.

Song Cheng remembered, having heard about this from Ling.

Ling, a chattering source, would start its “auto-information gathering function” once recognizing its master, relaying “everything, good or bad” to you.

Young Master Chen was a close companion of An Changsheng, rakish and prodigal. A rumor spread that when An Chenyu decided to privately accept a suitor, the An family’s madam planned to marry An Chenyu off, a verbal agreement made, with this young master as the suitor.

Piecing this together, Song Cheng realized.

‘No wonder he hates me.’

While contemplating, Young Master Chen again slowly said, “Miss An isn’t coming? Then… does that mean she doesn’t care about An Xu’s whereabouts either?”

An Xu was An Chenyu’s father, a notorious playboy rivaling An Changsheng, and a peer of An Kai.

His debauchery saw him absent even after Old Master An was interred over half a month ago. He likely didn’t know a thing about it.

An Chenyu couldn’t be bothered searching for this father. Anyway… he’d come home when he needed money.

Mentioning An Xu now, the steward became anxious and pleaded, “Young Master Chen, please tell us where the master is.”

Young Master Chen surprisingly wasn’t evasive, laughing, “He’s at the Shanhe Martial Arts Hall.

After getting drunk, he dared get angry with the wife of a disciple there, landing him captive.

First, take ten thousand taels there, show goodwill, and see what happens.”

The steward was stunned.

Indeed, it was something the master was capable of.

Young Master Chen boasted, “My cousin is a martial arts prodigy. This time, responding to the government’s call, he caught the attention of the Shanhe Martial Arts Hall and is being specially groomed.

Heard of the name ‘Cold Frost Swordsman’ Chen Zhangying?

That’s my cousin, a Force Realm prodigy.

Thanks to him, I know so much. Hurry up and handle it, delay, and… I’m afraid Uncle An will die.”

The steward was at a loss, but An Chenyu emerged.

The steward meant to speak, but Miss An waved it off: “I heard it all.”

Infatuated, Young Master Chen gazed at this icy beauty and said with a sickly sweet tone, “Chenyu, how do you plan to thank me?”

An Chenyu replied coolly, “Escort the guest out.”

Young Master Chen: ????

Suddenly, he burst out, “Chenyu, I know it, you definitely don’t want to marry a blind man!

Who would love a blind man?

Am I not a hundred, a thousand times better?

I understand you, you merely want to keep control of the An family. I can also, I…”

An Chenyu coldly interrupted, “Ying.”

The maid, stern-faced and ice-cold, stepped forth, her eyes brimming with lethality.

Astonished, Chen and his party rose at once.

Young Master Chen wanted to say more, but Ying, her voice full of killing intent, declared, “Utter one more word about the son-in-law, and I’ll end you.”

Saying this, she boldly advanced, drew her blade suddenly, and the blade glinted cold. The Force Realm warrior’s presence enveloped them, and the four fled in terror.

Without a glance, An Chenyu, a chill surrounding her, walked to a wooden chair, sat down gracefully, crossed her legs, lowered her gaze, cupped her face with one hand, pondered for a moment, then said, “Steward, bring An Kai here, I have something to ask him.”