Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy-Chapter 65 - 64. Hanping Prefecture
Chapter 65: 64. Hanping Prefecture
Chapter 65: 64. Hanping Prefecture
The longer the night, the more dreams, and delaying would only cause changes.
Thus, when the “Road Guide” for Ruyi Commerce Chamber in Shanghe County was completed, they immediately moved with the hearse that evening.
Only those necessary to maintain the granaries, conduct regular business transactions, and welcome “Wang Tianchuan and Gao Lin from the canal side” were left, including stewards, guards, and servants…
Also leaving with them were eleven young martial artists from the seven martial arts halls in South City.
Almost unanimously, these martial arts halls had sent their “most promising young disciples” into the Ruyi Commerce Chamber.
This was a method of protecting their inheritance.
After all, everyone knew that Hanping Prefecture was definitely safer than Shanghe County.
The situation in the northern land was terrible, but just how terrible remained unknown for the time being, as information was tightly sealed.
Yet no matter how sealed, there always came a moment of leakage; by then… would it be safe and sound, or terminally ill?
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…
The carriage’s wheels spun, rolling under the moonlight as it set out of Shanghe County.
Madam Tong turned sideways and lifted a bit of the curtain, looking at the receding county town, and softly murmured, “I’ve lived here so long, I’m really going to miss it.”
Song Cheng: ???
He couldn’t help but laugh.
Madam Tong playfully scolded, “What are you laughing at?!”
Song Cheng wondered aloud, “After such difficulty leaving, you still want to stay?”
Madam Tong put her hands at her hips, lifted her chin, and said with a tiger-like ferocity, “Can’t I just reminisce a little?!”
Song Cheng glanced at the data above Madam Tong’s head: 13~23.
This was data for White Snake Blade, Mysterious Turtle Step, and even the Battle Method reaching Great Achievement.
If Madam Tong were to deal with the top leaders of mountain bandits from back then, she would likely win.
Although he taught her earnestly, and constantly supplied her with demon beast meat, Madam Tong also worked very hard.
In over half a year, she managed to break through to this level, which was not easy at all.
“Alright, alright.” Song Cheng responded indulgently, then beckoned her closer. Madam Tong obediently shifted to sit next to him, leaning her head on his shoulder.
The fragrance of the woman’s hair was wafted up by the wind caused by the carriage’s bumps into the young man’s sharp nose, magnified several times by his keen sense of smell.
In the darkness of the carriage compartment, the two leaned on each other.
The rustling of woods on both sides sounded like the sea, while insects and the night wind composed a bizarre, sharp cacophony that played intermittently at midnight.
Darkness was endless; the bright lights of the small convoy were few, like a solitary boat.
The journey was long and fraught with uncertainty.
The only thing to cherish lay before their eyes.
Song Cheng said softly, “Try to sleep for a while, it will take at least three days to reach the Prefectural City.”
Madam Tong responded softly, then relaxed her body, lying down like a child, her cheek pressed against his thigh. Suddenly, she gently patted him with her hand and noted, “It’s hard.”
Song Cheng relaxed his muscles.
Madam Tong shifted several times before finding a comfortable position.
Before long, her breathing became steady.
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Lowering his head, Song Cheng gently caressed her hair.
Those were simple lines, a marvelous contour, a closeness at heart, written into the blood and flesh.
The young man gazed at her for a long while, then moved his gaze to the interface:
[Name: Song Cheng]
[Talent: Longevity]
[Points: 86]
[Realm: Yellow Level Grade B]
[Cultivation Technique]
True Form of Xuanwu (4 Forms) (Yellow Level Grade B) (Perfection) (+)
Flying Wheel Force (Yellow Level Grade C) (Uninitiated (3/4))
Cleave Force (Yellow Level Grade C) (Uninitiated (2/4))
The True Form of Xuanwu had finally appeared with new deduction symbols after comprehending the Battle Method.
[0.2% chance to deduce Grade A Yellow Level Cultivation Technique]
[Referring to techniques of the same realm and going through training with strong practitioners of the same realm can increase the chance]
[Each deduction costs 5 points]
‘Let’s not talk about this for now.’
Song Cheng’s focus shifted past this and hovered over Flying Wheel Force and Cleave Force momentarily, then settled as he silently thought,
’57 points, cultivate Flying Wheel Force.’
According to his experience, the points needed to cultivate a Force Realm technique from Uninitiated to Perfection was 60 points.
Sure enough, in an instant…
Plenty of cultivation insights surged in his mind.
The progress of Flying Wheel Force changed from “Uninitiated (3/4)” to “Perfection,” while “Xuanwu True Force” changed from “4 Forces” to “5 Forces.”
However, this time, the situation was somewhat special, for Flying Wheel Force in Perfection appeared with an unprecedented point requirement ” (0/64).”
A line of information jumped out.
[Can integrate with True Form of Xuanwu through enhancement to become part of True Form]…
‘So that’s it.’
‘In other words, this Force Method can be cultivated through my own understanding to control its superior Form Realm Technique, and integrate it into True Form of Xuanwu.’
‘If successful, my True Form of Xuanwu would not be four forms, but five forms.’
‘Indeed, even lower-level techniques have their uses.’
Song Cheng, looking at the remaining 29 points, assigned them all at once to Flying Wheel Force, turning it into “Flying Wheel Force (Yellow Level Grade C) (Perfection (29/64)).”
A feeling of spiraling and winding emerged in his heart.
Ever seen a spinning top?
When it spins, it deflects and rebounds anything that comes into contact.
This was a “Horizontal Force.”
The combination of “Horizontal Force” and “Hard Force” formed a peculiar protective strength.
Any attack hitting Song Cheng would go through three levels of defense: Protective Gang Qi, Spiral Power, and surface Hard Force before causing him harm.
Similarly, if Song Cheng attacked with all his might, besides the Gang Qi he could mobilize himself, there were also five intertwined forces: hard, horizontal, strike, stretch, and absolute, which presented an unimaginable power for ordinary Force Realm existences.
He glanced at the numbers.
It had changed from “93~186” to “103~206.”
The realm hadn’t changed, but his strength increased significantly, which was nice.
‘It seems I can boldly use powers between 51~102, or even more.’
The boy lifted the carriage curtain, stared blankly for a while, then leaning slightly backward, closed his eyes for a rest.
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Three days later.
The carriage entered Hanping Prefecture.
The Prefectural City was enormous, built by the mountains, with thirteen passes connecting east, south, west, and north, forming a protective wall along with the mountains and rivers.
The Prefectural City consisted of numerous block markets.
The An Residence was in Ping’an Block in West City, with the West Market to the north.
A market was a place for large transactions, larger than a block.
Today, it was sunny.
As the carriage moved into the city, nearing Ping’an Block, Miss An sat next to Song Cheng, pointing ahead to the left, and said, “Master Shui Mo’s shop is over there; it doesn’t forge ordinary weapons, only mechanical ones. Typically, only his disciples meet people, and for his personalized creations, a Casting Ticket from him is required.”
Song Cheng asked, “Was my Mechanical Shield made by his disciples?”
Miss An nodded, “Master Shui Mo only creates a few Casting Tickets each year, three at the least, four or five at most. Given Ruyi Commerce Chamber’s strength in the Prefectural City, obtaining one is still quite difficult. However, anything produced from his shop would not be of inferior quality.”
As they chatted, Ying rode a horse, knife in hand, proudly raising her chin as she guided the horse forward.
Further away, the young men from the martial arts hall who came along were curiously looking around, eager and excited to showcase their talents in this new world.
Especially Zhao Hua, Liu Jun, and others who received much guidance from Song Cheng, were all the more enthusiastic.
Then after a while, the carriage arrived at the outside of An Residence.
As the carriage approached, many from the An family, wearing mourning clothes, surrounded it, all dressed in white garments.
Cries rose everywhere…
An Chenyu directed the carriage to get the coffin into the residence, for everyone to mourn and then proceed to burial.
But halfway there, Zhao Hua and the other martial artists were stopped.
An Chenyu looked toward a middle-aged man in the nearby crowd and said flatly, “Third Uncle.”
She didn’t ask this Third Uncle to allow them in.
Because she was here to take control of the An family.
If she was to control, how could she beg?
Begging for others’ consent would mean handing over her control rights.
In the crowd, the middle-aged man in mourning clothes pretended not to hear, directing others to move the coffin into the residence, yet the An family protectors still blocked Zhao Hua and others firmly.
The Third Uncle secretly calculated, intending to wait until the opposition grew irritated, before leisurely giving a few words of explanation, such as “only An family members may enter,” “you’ll understand, dear niece,” “such is the An family’s rule.”
Did people who constantly claimed rules really do so for the sake of the rules themselves?
Certainly not.
They sought to wield the power of speech, the authority to judge, to determine who was right or wrong, to reward or punish.
Such tricks were commonly used in family struggles.
After the passing of the old patriarch, this Third Uncle allied with many, notably the remaining Force Realm warrior, to pressure this niece through seniority, intending for her to continue earning money outside but only if she followed their word.
However, seeing no reaction from him, An Chenyu turned and left the courtyard without a word.
As soon as she stepped out, Zhao Hua declared, “Who dares to block the path of escorting the old patriarch’s remains?”
The guards, having been instructed earlier, shouted, “Non-An family members may not enter! Sons-in-law of low status may not enter either!”
Thus began a “chicken talking to a duck” scenario between both sides.
One side shouted, “Who dares to block the path of escorting the remains?” while the other side shouted, “Non-An family members may not enter.”
The conflict was about to erupt.
Then…
The guards were instantly overwhelmed, writhing in pain on the ground.
These eleven martial artists were the hopes of the seven martial arts halls in the southern city; among them were five young geniuses who had reached the Force Realm.
Five young and impetuous Force Realm powerhouses, against guards who at most reached the Power Realm, were an absolute overpowering force.
And the sole Force Realm guardian in the An family didn’t dare to act because, not far away in the sunlight and gentle breeze, he spotted a blindfolded youngster silently facing him.
Behind the blind man was Mr. Wang and his son.
Mr. Wang kept desperately shaking his hands at him; Wang Tianma stood beside him, smiling wryly, with respect and not moving at all.
The guardian suddenly understood one thing: maybe, the An family was about to change hands.
He dejectedly lowered his knife, quietly retreated to the side, thought for a moment, and then cupped his fist and announced, “Protector Wan Qing, greets the young master.”
