Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy-Chapter 56 - 55.Forevision

Chapter 56: 55.Forevision

Chapter 56: 55.Forevision

The bright moon hung high in the sky.

During the day, the fierce sun’s white threads of light faded, as if they were ink diluted by water flowing across the sky.

Blind Song glanced at the sky before entering Miss An’s room.

Since having three women, Song Cheng essentially alternated monthly, spending odd-numbered days with Madam Tong and even-numbered with Miss An and Ying, depending on the arrangements of Miss An.

As for whether the three women or two of them ever teamed up against him, he had no say, nor had it happened.

When visiting Miss An, if she was too tired, Ying would step in, otherwise Miss An handled it herself.

Tonight was such a night.

Inside, Miss An was incomparably delicate and beautiful.

Song Cheng approached.

In a moment…

…they were intertwined.

The bedding turned over.

The cold and frost-like icy body resembled a delicate work of art mixed with mundane desire, captivating one’s heart.

Madam Tong was fierce but disliked novelty, always favoring the same attack method.

Miss An, although cold, could think of various tricks.

After a long time, the great battle slowly ended.

Only exhaustion remained, with people lying on their backs, gazing at the white, wave-like veil under the dim red candle light.

“Did you enjoy it, Song?” came An Chenyu’s cold voice in the dark.

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Song Cheng replied, “Sister An, how about you?”

Miss An did not respond, just gently tapped her chin on his arm.

This indicated a nod.

The small action brought a sense of happiness to his heart.

The human world, filled with mundane pleasures, went no further than this.

This further convinced Song Cheng that his pursuit of longevity was for the trivialities of life. He asked for peace of mind and enjoyment, but it wasn’t the elusive, unheard-of Dao.

With Madam Tong, they would chat intimately about daily life and home affairs, sometimes even teasing each other.

With Miss An, Song Cheng felt he could talk about the future and plans.

For she had great foresight and depths within her heart.

Teasing was never on her agenda; she would coldly speak reason.

Perhaps she wasn’t sure if she possessed femininity, which was why after every time, she asked, “Did you enjoy it?”

She believed more in black and white and spoken words than uncertain emotions.

So, Song Cheng added, “I too, very much enjoyed it.”

“If you’re comfortable, then that’s fine,” responded Miss An blandly, before she took a slightly deeper breath.

This was a small cue for transitioning topics, which Song Cheng was already familiar with.

Sure enough, An Chenyu abruptly said, “Song, that matter, have you given it thought?”

Song Cheng surprisingly replied, “Sister An, you were right; precautions should be taken regarding the canal. If Yune isn’t devoured, we’ll decide later on that final step.”

Miss An nodded, “The brothers of the Wang family are loyal to my An family, and Gao Lin has set roots in with us; they are reliable. Now that you’re willing to teach them cultivation techniques and help them become stronger, nothing could be better.”

Song Cheng replied, “Extreme Force…”

Miss An said, “What’s mine is yours, deal with it as you see fit.

As for those four words, ‘An Family Secret,’ they’re of no concern to me now.

What I, An Chenyu, want is not to keep a minor secret but to elevate the An family’s status entirely.”

She continued, lying on his arm, “The scale and duration of this Ghost Tide are unprecedented, Song, I feel that change is coming.

One must think of danger in times of safety, and change brings turmoil.”

Song Cheng said, “People, especially women and food, will become incredibly important.”

An Chenyu said, “Beasts and demon beasts are considered a part of the people too. I’ve looked into some ancient texts and consulted some scholars. The conclusion I got was, historically, there have been records of beasts banding together and humans surviving the Ghost Tide.”

Song Cheng said, “Then, beast-taming will be more suitable for this era than farming. Farmlands can’t run, but beasts and demon beasts can.”

Miss An said, “My An family primarily deals in grains, storing and then reselling them through various warehouses.

But recently, I’ve been thinking, perhaps… the An family needs transformation.

Pastures, racetracks, and then shift toward the south.”

She pondered a bit and continued, “I always like to consider the worst-case scenario. If this Ghost Tide’s scale extends beyond the state level and spreads to the north, then… perhaps a chaotic world will truly be upon us.”

She spat out the words, one by one, “Northern Barbarians marching south.”

Then she thought a bit more and continued, “So, after this Ghost Tide passes, I plan to exchange lands, grains, and warehouses for horses, cattle, sheep, and even domesticated demon beasts, and head south.

At the same time, I’ll find ways to get the Wang family brothers and Gao Lin involved in the canal project, donating as overseers or similar roles.

But I’ll still encounter numerous issues.

Firstly, internally.

My father is a spendthrift, just like my elder brother; neither want to manage the family business, they’re both squanderers.

My father is better; he just wants to spend money, knowing I’m capable, he’ll give me the family business, earning for him to spend.

But my brother, he would stoop to colluding with bandits just to take control of the family business to fund his extravagances.

Secondly, the trade aspect.

Selling An family property and exchanging it for cattle and horses.

For this purchase, I have several candidates in mind already. I intend to acquire their industries and then reorganize them into An family assets, then proceed south.

I’ve had the locale developed beforehand, and the connections there should have been well arranged.

But time is tight, and the depth of preparation may not be sufficient.

These are all concerns.”

Miss An lay in the man’s arms, seemingly talking to herself, sharing information with an ally, or using the opportunity to organize her thoughts, checking for missing elements…

But from beginning to end, she never asked Song Cheng to do anything.

Because when they disclosed everything before marriage, Song Cheng’s responsibilities were already set: to protect her, oversee Ruyi Commerce Chamber, and help her avoid the troubles of marriage.

Of course, the third point no longer counted.

Miss An muttered about her plans, answering her questions as if talking to herself.

Song Cheng just listened silently, eyes sometimes narrowing slightly, lost in thought.

After a while, Miss An suddenly fell silent.

Song Cheng noticed that the soft white lines, tender touch, and fragrant body in his arms, had fallen asleep.

He chuckled slightly, pulled up the covers to tuck both of them in firmly, while his mind began calculating which martial arts hall in the South City district could provide him with supplementary cultivation techniques.

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The next day, early.

Before breakfast.

Tong Jia and Ying practiced with blades.

After breakfast, close to noon, the two went out together to the concentration area for the injured in the city.

Meanwhile, the Wang family brothers and Gao Lin arrived on schedule.

These three were experts who had mastered the Willow Brushing Force to Great Achievement. It was convenient for Song Cheng to teach them, the Willow Brushing Force’s Relaxing Force, followed by White Snake’s Pounce, and succeeded by Blue Eagle’s Absolute.

After instructing for two full hours, the three, who had been apprehensive about whether Song Cheng would teach genuine skills, were overjoyed and immensely grateful. Although they hadn’t formally accepted apprenticeship, they showed disciple’s courtesy as they respectfully departed.

Their favorability increased from 90 to 95.

At this level, based on Song Cheng’s experience, they had already reached a rather stable point.

Upon finishing this task, Song Cheng summoned Ling.

He could communicate, but his literacy was limited.

Madam Tong was much better than him, able to recognize words, but unable to write many.

Ying was similar to Madam Tong.

In the rear courtyard, apart from Miss An, only Ling could both read and write.

Ling’s favorability had quietly risen from 95 to 99, presumably due to her loyalty stemming from the security his strength provided.

“Help me write a cultivation technique, I’ll dictate, you write,” said Song Cheng.

Ling nodded compliantly, then prepared the ink and picked up the pen.

Song Cheng leaned slightly against the chair back, “The cultivation technique is called, Mysterious Turtle Force.”

Ling: ???

Song Cheng said, “Write.”

Ling asked in surprise, “Master, you… you know the fourth force?”

Song Cheng said, “I wouldn’t say I know, but I have some understanding.”

Ling nodded, bowing her head.

Song Cheng spoke, and she wrote.

Time passed by in the small increments.

Before long, two hours had passed.

Ling waved her aching wrist and stopped.

After further revisions with him, Song Cheng confirmed that the pit he had subtly laid in the Mysterious Turtle Force was well concealed, then counted the pages.

Five pages.

The content was sparse, and without illustrations, naturally making fewer pages.

The Mysterious Turtle Force was a hard force, “generated internally, swelling outward to the surface, somewhat overlapping in function with Gang Qi”; to put it plainly, Song Cheng had already given himself “two layers of armor.”

Qi as one layer.

Force as another.

And because this Mysterious Turtle Force was his original creation, embedding a hidden pit, while difficult, was still feasible.

“Thank you, Ling,” he said.

Saying this, Song Cheng took the Mysterious Turtle Force and headed towards the south of the city with a fine blade.

Ling called, “Master, I swear I won’t tell.”

Song Cheng turned back with a smile, nodding.

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At dusk, in the south of the city.

The sunset was like blood.

The young man arrived at the entrance of a martial arts hall named Flying Ring Martial Arts Hall and knocked on the door.

The martial arts hall, originally noisy, quieted down upon seeing the visitor.

“Mr. Song.” A martial arts disciple hastily came out, not underestimating the visitor’s youth but respectfully said, “Are you here to see our Master?”

Song Cheng nodded warmly, “Is Master Chen present?”

“Yes, yes, I’ll go get him right away.” The disciple hurried off.

This was the benefit of reputation.

If Song Cheng were an unknown, asking to see the martial arts hall owner, no one would pay him any mind. Then, he’d either retreat frustrated or fight his way in, offending the entire Flying Ring Martial Arts Hall, then the entire martial arts circle of the south city, and eventually escalate upward…

This, Song Cheng wasn’t capable of doing.

In a moment, an old man came out, looking at the delicate blind youth with complex eyes.

He was long familiar with him, whom even someone like Old Master Zhao referred to as Junior Brother.

Song Cheng politely saluted, “Master Chen, do you have a place where we can talk?”

The old man smiled, “Mr. Song, you’ve graced us with your presence, please follow this old man. We in the south city martial arts hall have heard of your deeds, you’re a friend of the south city martial arts hall.”

Immediately, the two entered a sealed room.

When Song Cheng left, the Mysterious Turtle Force he had carried was gone, replaced by a copy of Flying Wheel Force.

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Appendix: There was a small bug in the earlier text, where the protagonist was literate (as seen from reading Willow Brushing Force, Extreme Force, Grass Sea Astonished Snake Form). This bug has been fixed, changing to reading with the assistance of Ling and Madam Tong.