Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy-Chapter 53 - 52. Changes in Visualization Method
Chapter 53: 52. Changes in Visualization Method
Chapter 53: 52. Changes in Visualization Method
One night.
Song Cheng felt as if he were having a tryst with a goddess, his hands brushing against, his legs touching, all of it smoother than silk, softer than tofu, more fragrant than flowers, sweeter than honey, that white flesh.
He even felt a sense of desecration in his heart, but it soon turned into a greater passion.
For a long while, he and this ice and snow fairy-like woman snuggled together, calming down.
Suddenly, he felt his vision before him once again start a “rollercoaster change,” sometimes extremely clear, sometimes extremely blurry.
So, he simply closed his eyes.
Indeed, it felt much better this way.
Immediately, Song Cheng got up again.
“What are you looking for?” Miss An looked at the young man who had become her man.
Song Cheng said, “A piece of black cloth, I want to cover my eyes.”
“In the left drawer of the dressing table, see if that works,” Miss An said, then asked, “Little Song, did you feel comfortable?”
Song Cheng nodded, making a sound of acknowledgement.
Honestly, Miss An was more attractive than Madam Tong.
Miss An said, “Little Song, then I’ll put on my underpants and sleep, there are many things to do tomorrow during the day. If you don’t feel comfortable, do it yourself later, don’t worry about waking me up.”
She was extraordinarily calm, even considering the other person’s perspective in such matters.
Either not do it, or do it thoroughly.
Song Cheng was stunned for a moment and said, “Sister An, you sleep, I won’t hurt you anymore.”
Miss An said indifferently, “Every woman has this day, it’s nothing.”
As she spoke, a rustling sound came from the bed.
Then, An Chenyu rolled to the inner side of the bed, turning her back with her hips pointed to the other side, she said, “Little Song, good night.”
“Good night.” Song Cheng replied, then found the black cloth from the drawer.
This black cloth was what he had hung on the window during his wedding night, and it was very good at blocking the light.
The young man wrapped the black cloth over his eyes.
The world once again became like an ink painting.
He picked up the fine blade like a staff and walked out the door again.
Outside the house, there was wind, there were sounds, and the Heart’s Eye along with his now keen perception directly constituted a world almost synchronizing with the outside scene.
Since he decided to temporarily become blind for a while, some things needed to be tried again.
He had a pleasant conversation with the county magistrate and the county magistrate’s aide during the day.
But if he became blind, those two might change their minds.
Of course, people can lie with their mouths, but “affinity” doesn’t lie. If the affinity between them dropped, Song Cheng would continue with his original plan: create a new identity and have a talk with them.
As for White Camel Estate, if he had good vision, he still planned to take a look; if it wasn’t stable enough, he would disqualify himself. But now, he decided not to go anymore.
What was the essence of White Camel Estate?
A defeated faction in the dynasty’s struggle for dominance, surviving in a single province, and sharing Hanping Prefecture with Pearl Mountain Taoist Temple and Shanhe Martial Arts Hall.
To put it bluntly…
It was a place of disputes.
His goal in becoming stronger was to ensure that he and his loved ones always lived in a safe environment.
If he went to a place of disputes to become stronger, wouldn’t that be putting the cart before the horse?
The young man paced back and forth in the courtyard with the fine blade, to adapt to the new world of perception.
He no longer relied on vision but used hearing, taste, and perception to control the outside.
Bricks and tiles, corridors, east and west side rooms, the teahouse, and the pond that had grown green lotus.
In the pond, there were fish not yet asleep, swimming between aquatic plants.
The sound of the water waves, the sound of the sky’s wind, the sound of trees, the sound of the breathing of girls behind the house, the sound of the night watchman in the distance, all together forming a beautiful world unseen by ordinary people.
Song Cheng felt inexplicably tranquil inside, the black cloth covering his eyes was lifted by the night wind, fluttering.
…
…
Come morning, sunlight shone upon this small county.
From a high vantage point, one would find the light… only reached here, from top to bottom, like a small well.
Yet beyond this small well was a booming gloom.
The gloom was like a rolling sea, vast and boundless.
Last night was still very peaceful.
The ghost tide from four days ago seemed to have peaked and was now calming, and even the restoration work on the city gate was almost done.
The city gate’s bolt was reinforced by the city’s blacksmiths working together, and plentiful fire oil and burlap bags were prepared behind each city gate.
Some bags were filled with stones, used for blocking the gate; others were filled with firewood, used to light the fire oil.
The ghost servants feared fire, so this work was very targeted.
At this time, in the county magistrate’s mansion…
As an internal affairs disciple of White Camel Estate, “Shanghe County Magistrate Chen Hou” and “Shanghe County Magistrate’s Aide Ouyang Fei” were enjoying a lavish morning tea, featuring not only ordinary white steamed buns but also pig and sheep meat mixed with pepper and black beans, as martial artists required daily meat to maintain their strength.
The two were discussing some matters.
Regarding Song Cheng.
“Ouyang, did you find out?”
“Found out.” Ouyang Fei dusted off his hand, wiped the oil at the corner of his mouth, and said, “After several inquiries, I finally got to the bottom of Brother Song.
He, ah, was previously a worker at Rejuvenation Hall in Tang River Village, a… bona fide blind man.
He escaped from that ghost village and was rescued by people from Ruyi Commerce Chamber.”
“A blind man?” Chen Hou fell silent and contemplative, then casually asked, “Do you suspect he’s not human?”
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A blind man, a worker, escaped from a ghost village, not only recovering his sight but significantly boosting his strength, how could that not be suspicious?
Ouyang Fei shook his head and said, “Not quite, if he were, this city would have been breached long ago.
Besides, there’s also the fact that he can cultivate.
Ghost servants can’t do that.
His cultivation talent is frighteningly extraordinary.
The ‘Willow Brushing Force’ cultivation technique is unique to Ruyi Commerce Chamber, Brother Song previously couldn’t have been in contact with it, but he managed to master it to such a realm in a very short period.
He is truly a monstrous being, a monstrous cultivator.
And his eyes… you and I both know, in that kind of ghostly place, nothing supernatural is surprising.
Now his eyes shed blood, ten to nine it’s also connected to the supernatural.”
Chen Hou pondered for a moment, nodded, and said, “Then, that’s it.
Once the ghost tide recedes, let’s send a letter to the estate master recommending this young talent.
‘Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river,’ today he might rely on us a bit, but in the future, we might all have to look up to him.
Such a rare good fate, there’s no need to make an enemy of him.”
Ouyang Fei nodded, then sighed, “People say comparison is frustrating, we worked ourselves to death to cultivate Force Realm, who would have thought that young man achieved it effortlessly, he will not only become an inner sect disciple but also might become a direct disciple of some elder or even the estate master.”
This county magistrate, who wielded power in the county, showed signs of envy.
He could already imagine Song Cheng’s future life.
Joining the sect, following the rules, competing with fellow disciples, acquiring more resources and cultivation techniques, and slowly cultivating.
From Force Realm cultivating to Form Realm, then to realms beyond.
Perhaps he would encounter setbacks and hardships, but with the assistance of his sect and his own talent, he could always overcome them and then gain advancement with each overcoming.
After enhancing, Song Cheng would go out to experience with his fellow disciples.
Step by step, reach realms beyond what could be seen.
Envy.
Ouyang Fei slapped his thigh, then buried his head in meat, the fatty flesh in his jowls wobbling with the chewing.
As he wobbled and wobbled, suddenly a servant came in to report.
“Master, Mr. Song has arrived.”
Chen Hou said, “Quickly invite him in.”
The servant hesitated before speaking.
Chen Hou shot him a glare and said, “Speak.”
Only then did the servant say, “Mr. Song has a piece of black cloth wrapped around his eyes, and he uses a knife as if it were a cane to tap the ground, he… seems to be blind.”
Chen Hou was taken aback, and he and Ouyang Fei rose in shock simultaneously.
Just a moment ago, they were discussing recommending a talent, and now this talent had gone blind?
How could they recommend now?
Before long, they met Song Cheng again, both a bit silent.
As for how Song Cheng’s eyes got into trouble, they could guess it had to do with the supernatural, so there wasn’t much worth asking about it.
For a while, the three of them fell into a stalemate.
Song Cheng sighed and said, “I’m afraid I have to disappoint the good intentions of you two, and as for the matter of the ten thousand taels, I have spoken to Sister An.”
Ouyang Fei was stunned by these words.
Not long ago, he was envisioning Song Cheng’s future life, and now, in the blink of an eye, it had been completely overturned?
However, hearing Song Cheng say this, he suddenly stood up and said, “Brother Song, don’t mention the ten thousand taels. It’s not that you’ve disappointed us, but rather, I owe you a debt of gratitude for saving my life.”
Chen Hou, who had been pondering “seeing as he became blind, maybe change our minds and ask for ten thousand taels from Ruyi Commerce Chamber,” suddenly was moved by Ouyang Fei’s words: this monstrosity shouldn’t be offended.
So he hastily said, “Brother Song, don’t bring this up, there’s no ten thousand taels, there never has been. Speaking like this is being too formal.”
Song Cheng gazed at the two through the black cloth quietly.
One had a good feeling of 90, the other 85, neither changed.
He made a slight bow, saying, “Thank you very much.”
…
The three chatted for a while longer, and then Song Cheng took his leave.
Along the way, everyone he encountered was whispering.
Most were surprised and lamented, though some were gleeful…
A blind man?
Wasn’t that just about becoming weaker?
Song Cheng walked on casually.
Suddenly, he felt the two eyeballs behind the black cloth grow cold, colder and colder, as if frost and snow were freezing them into two lumps of ice.
Flesh, nerves, all grew cold along with them…
He stopped, enduring the cold.
Presumably something happened on Yune’s side again, though he didn’t know what…
For a long time, a very long time…
Suddenly, he noticed the panel had changed.
[Name: Song Cheng]
[Talent: Longevity]
[Realm: Yellow Level Grade B]
[Skills]
Nether Pagoda Visualization Method (?) (Perfection) (+)
[Taboos]
1. The Drowning Ghost’s Blessing
2. The Human Skin Ghost’s Prying
…
Two changes.
First, a long-awaited “+” sign appeared after “Nether Pagoda Visualization Method,” indicating it could be developed further.
Second, under [Taboos], a new entry “the Human Skin Ghost’s Prying” inexplicably appeared.
He looked at the “+” sign.
A line of information appeared:
[Taboo influence resulted in mutation, you have a 10% chance to deduce a new Visualization Method.]
Song Cheng: ???
So, the Human Skin Ghost attacked Yune, and then through Yune, it pried into me. But such prying actually fed back into my Visualization Method, just like how my Ghost Eyes turned the pagoda into a Nether Pagoda before?
Is that possible?
