Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy-Chapter 80 - 76. Perfect Martial Path Sweeping the Martial Arts
Chapter 80: 76. Perfect Martial Path, Sweeping the Martial Arts Halls (Seeking Subscriptions)_2
Chapter 80: 76. Perfect Martial Path, Sweeping the Martial Arts Halls (Seeking Subscriptions)_2
“Barbarian Bear Force” relied on raw brute power, with the force originating from the waist and back.
Song Cheng thought that these three methods could basically cover the “Fierce and Mighty Power System.”
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Several days later.
The city gates in the west were tightly closed.
A blind young man sat at a noodle shop not far away, slurping noodles with a “shoo-shoo” sound, and after finishing, he composedly lifted the bowl to drink all the broth.
The little tea girl sat beside him, counting out a few copper coins from her pouch and placing them on the table. She pouted but was too shy to ask, “Sir, why did we come here?”
Song Cheng did not answer, merely finished his noodles and continued to wander the surrounding area.
The little tea girl had no choice but to follow him.
After walking for a while, a shouting voice suddenly came from the city gate.
“Make way, make way, this is not a place for you to approach.”
Then another voice rang out.
“Officer, please let us through. Before the city was closed, my family sent a letter saying my mother was gravely ill. There’s no greater failure than filial impiety, officer, please let me go out of the city…”
“You know about the city closure?”
“No, officer, didn’t our army leave the city, so isn’t the city no longer closed?”
“Move along, stop causing trouble. If you really want to leave the city, go get a pass from the Prefectural Yamen. Without it, there’s no point in talking!”
Ling, walking beside Song Cheng, stuck out her tongue and said, “Again, these people are so silly. How could they think they can leave the city? If they let one of you out, wouldn’t everyone else run off too?”
Now that the Prefectural Army was heading north to confront the barbarians, there had been no news of the barbarians within the prefectural city for a long time. Naturally, some people thought, “There’s fighting at the front, so we should take the opportunity to escape.”
Ling had wandered around the city gates with Song Cheng countless times, witnessing similar scenes so often that she was tired of them.
Song Cheng said softly, “There’s no avoiding the Prefectural Yamen.”
Ling replied, “Of course, sir, all matters like opening and closing the gates and the situation at the front line cannot bypass the Prefectural Yamen now.”
Song Cheng nodded, lost in thought.
The situation at the front was unknown, and within the city, they were like turtles in a jar.
Even if he could perform the Out of Body Divine Soul to secretly investigate the Prefectural Yamen, he wasn’t omniscient. How could he be so lucky?
Could it be that the magistrate would conveniently leave important information on the table, and he just happened to see it?
Or that he would be present just when reports about different situations were made late at night?
There was no such luck.
So even if he could perform the Out of Body Divine Soul and drive objects, he still hadn’t obtained much information.
The young man stood in the warm breeze for a while, his mind racing with thoughts. After a long pause, he finally said, “Let’s go home.”
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Song Cheng returned home and briefly solved some difficulties in cultivation for Zhao Hua and other martial artists, then went to the courtyard alone and glanced at the panel.
[Skill Points: 162 points]
[Realm: Yellow Level Grade B]
[Cultivation Technique]
Black Dragon Force (Yellow Level Grade C) (Entry Level (2/8))
Barbarian Bear Force (Yellow Level Grade C) (Entry Level (7/8))
Whale Cry Force (Yellow Level Grade C) (Entry Level (3/8))
‘Add points, cultivate.’
Song Cheng murmured.
Point after point was quickly spent.
In an instant, 156 points were exhausted.
And these three Force Methods all reached Perfection.
At the same time, incomparably mysterious memories of cultivation emerged.
It was a memory of cultivation wherein the entire body was filled with power, every part concealed an explosive force, wherever it touched it toppled the opponent, where a touch of iron shattered, movement and stillness were unified in the cultivation memory…
In a moment…
The young man glanced at the panel, his gaze landing on the [Cultivation Technique] section.
[Cultivation Technique]
True Form of Xuanwu (5 Forms) (Yellow Level Grade B) (Perfection)
Xuanwu True Force (9 Forces) (Yellow Level Grade C) (Perfect)
The change was in that the “Force Number” of “Xuanwu True Force” had become nine, and for the first time, the label afterwards appeared with the word “Perfect.”
Clearly, this was a level far beyond Perfection, perhaps a level the average person couldn’t even dare to think of.
Song Cheng thought of the four untrained Dharma Methods he had, and with a slight thought, blood and energy flowed, and within his body came a series of cracking sounds like exploding beans…
Four Force Methods, all quickly reached Perfection.
In the Force Realm, he was now flawless.
Any Force Method in his hands could be perfected with just a quick review.
All the power circulated through his body, merging fully without obstruction, still as an ancient well and icy river, moving like an enraged tide and violent wave.
His strength data quietly changed as well.
It became: 177~354.
This data was already much higher than the White Camel Estate’s Master.
And to everyone except Madam Tong, and Miss An, Song Cheng still appeared as just a Force Realm Warrior.
‘Perhaps, it’s time to reveal my strength to the level of Yuan Qianke, the Six-armed Old Ape.’
‘Hiding strength is to cope with potential risks, while showing strength is to gain status, resources, and… resolve apparent risks.’
Song Cheng generally avoided contact with the government office due to the great powers lurking behind it, but now… he didn’t reject the idea.
Because it was unavoidable.
However, the White Camel Estate’s Master and Shanhe Martial Arts Hall’s Master, whom he once looked up to… perhaps were no longer his match.
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The next day, early morning.
The young man walked out of the small courtyard.
Gang Qi billowed, no longer concealed.
Force Power was contained within, as much as he wanted to use.
Reaching the door, he saw Ling, and said, “Accompany your master for a walk.”
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Ling responded, “Oh, on my way.”
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On this day, Ruyi Commerce Chamber’s “squandering son-in-law,” “unfortunate son-in-law” left the residence with a little maid, walking from West Street to North Street, then from North Street to East Street…
He visited along the street’s martial arts halls, paid courteous visits, and challenged the strongest person left at each hall, each time achieving victory in a manner that “appeared evenly matched to outsiders but the opponent knew they had lost.”
After a large circle, by evening, he finally stepped into Shanhe Martial Arts Hall in the central city district of Hanping Prefecture.
In front of the hall, he bowed and without any hostility in his voice, said to the disciple at the entrance of the Shanhe Martial Arts Hall, “I kindly ask you to report that Song from Ruyi Commerce Chamber seeks a challenge.”
This was the territory of Shanhe Martial Arts Hall.
As the leading martial arts hall in Hanping Prefecture, Shanhe Martial Arts Hall certainly knew what Song Cheng was doing on his way there.
Now, when this blindfolded young man called himself “Song,” the disciple at the martial arts hall didn’t dare address him as “Song,” merely saying “wait a moment” before hurriedly heading inside to report.
Song Cheng waited quietly outside, without the slightest impatience.
Ling’s eyes were wide open, with only one voice howling in her heart: Sir, you call this a walk? This is a walk?! This is a walk!!!
Before long, the disciple from Shanhe Martial Arts Hall came out again, saying, “Mr. Song, please come inside.”
Song Cheng thanked him, then followed the disciple into the depth of the hall.
A middle-aged man with hair and beard as hard as steel stood in front of a Mountain and River Map, hands behind his back, and turned upon hearing the commotion.
Ling was so frightened, she took two steps back as if she had the heart-thumping sensation of being watched by a predatory beast while walking alone in a deep mountain forest at night.
The middle-aged man’s gaze was not only sharp but fierce.
Ling could only see this gaze because she was standing behind Song Cheng.
Song Cheng seemed to sense the little maid’s fear and said, “Go sit on the side.”
Ling quickly ran off, but after two steps, she came back and said, “Be careful, sir.”
After saying that, she ran away completely.
Song Cheng looked towards the middle-aged man.
[Strength: 90~175]
[Goodwill: 60]
“Song from Ruyi Commerce Chamber.” Song Cheng bowed.
The middle-aged man said, “Hong Juguang, External Affairs Envoy of Shanhe Martial Arts Hall.”
“Iron Arm Gray Bear, Mr. Hong.” Song Cheng replied, “I’ve heard much about your name.”
Hong Juguang licked his lips, a look of bloodthirstiness on his face, and twisted his neck, saying, “No need for pleasantries, isn’t this just a field challenge… It’s been a long time since I’ve seen something so interesting.”
With that, he let out a sinister laugh, then stepped back two steps.
Song Cheng understood and retreated as well, leaving an open space.
“Blind kid, can you fight?” Hong Juguang swung his giant blade, asking.
Song Cheng replied, “A little bit.”
“A little bit? You actually dare to say you can fight a little bit in front of me? Hahaha!” Hong Juguang laughed wildly, charging forward, each step landing as if trampling a poisonous creature, the force penetrating the ground by three inches, causing the floor to tremble violently.
Boom!
The hulking figure approached, blood and energy flowing, Gang Qi surging, and the giant blade clanged out of the sheath, tearing the air like boiling water, crackling and exploding.
Song Cheng shook his fine blade and met him head-on.
The surrounding martial arts hall disciples widened their eyes, not willing to miss a blink.
For them, the clash of experts was a rare fortune.
A long time passed…
Hong Juguang stopped, panting, sweat soaking his hair and beard, while his enormous hand slightly trembled.
Song Cheng also took several deep breaths, then clasped his fists and said, “Impressive.”
The disciples at Shanhe Martial Arts Hall couldn’t discern the victor and, seeing Song Cheng’s words, thought he had lost, thus starting to clamor.
Hong Juguang waved his hand and shouted, “Quiet!!”
His voice roared like a lion or tiger, silencing the fledgling commotion instantly.
Hong Juguang took a deep breath, looked at the youth opposite, and said, “I knew it, you’re not just a bit capable of fighting. You… fight very well.”
