Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy-Chapter 60 - 59. Overlook

Chapter 60: 59. Overlook

Chapter 60: 59. Overlook

In a flash, another four days passed.

Miss An was “busy to the point of exhaustion,” Madam Tong was “running around,” and Song Cheng’s life wasn’t any more leisurely.

Aside from instructing Madam Tong, Ying, the Wang brothers, and Gao Lin, and exchanging martial arts with the masters who came from the south of the city, he also had his own matters to attend to.

Whenever he found himself with a bit of free time, he would call Ling over to teach him how to read.

As the brush glided over the paper, black ink trails would appear in his Heart’s Eye.

Beyond learning the characters, he also attempted the “Nether Pagoda Visualization Method.”

Previously, he had worried that after the Ghost Tide dissipated, he would be unable to use “Dark Heaven,” yet reality proved he was overthinking it.

Once certified, it remained constant, it would not fade away.

Moreover, he discovered that when his Divine Soul traversed the dim eight layers, upon reaching the ninth and leaping out, it could roam in the sea of daylight flames.

Before, he could only wander at night, but now… he could also wander during the day.

Song Cheng, who could now wander during the day, often found himself, after exhausting cultivation, sitting cross-legged in the courtyard’s tea pavilion, his Divine Soul out of body, wandering the daytime surroundings, surveying from high above, growing accustomed to the daylight roaming while observing the county town.

Whenever there was some secret affair, he would move closer to listen in.

When he spotted any masters entering or leaving the city, he would also take a look to assess their strength and if they held any regard for him.

In Ling’s eyes, her brother-in-law loved to nap.

Wearing his mysterious robe, he would sit quietly in the tea pavilion for a long time.

And today, as Song Cheng had his Divine Soul out of his body, patrolling to the south, he saw six fast horses entering through the South Gate. Seeing no more, he swiftly returned his Divine Soul and opened his eyes, glanced at the sun, then took another look at his own state.

[Skill Points: 2]

[Skills]

Xuanwu Style Two (Yellow Level, Grade B), Blade and Shield, Style One Shadowless, Style Two Jiao Mountain, Perfection

And his combat power had also leaped from the previous “93~164” to “93~186.”

It must be noted that at this moment, in Shanghe County, he relied not on these powers but on the “Peak of Force Realm” power, which was merely “51~102” of strength.

Even so, no one had been able to force him to use even half of his power.

…

Shortly, Ling entered and said: “Brother-in-law, Master Xu and Great Master Xiong from the south of the city have arrived.”

Song Cheng said: “Have someone lead the two to the reception hall, I’ll be there shortly.”

…

A moment later…

The young man, leaning on a knife stick, arrived in the reception hall.

Master Xu was from the “Giant Axe Martial Arts Hall,” and Great Master Xiong from the “Great Bear Martial Arts Hall.”

Song Cheng’s “Cleave Force” and “Barbarian Bear Force” were acquired from the two of them.

The two of them, the former was a brute, and the latter was known in the south of the city as a thug, both headed with bruteness.

This kind of brute always wanted to make their move first when meeting someone new, throwing a few moves.

If you couldn’t beat them, they would despise you and not even glance at you properly; if you could beat them, they would curse and say they were careless; and if you could easily beat them, they would be shocked, amazed, want to be friends with you, and discuss how you managed to bring them down.

Song Cheng happened to be the third type.

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At this moment, just as he entered the hall, the middle-aged man with a buzz cut and the burly man who resembled a gorilla, fur-covered all over, approached from left and right.

“Brother Song, the move you taught old Xiong yesterday was amazing, why didn’t I think of that.” Great Master Xiong’s eyes sparkled.

Master Xu shoved him aside and shouted: “Get out, is Brother Song yours alone? You asked so much yesterday and even had Brother Song perform for you. Today, step aside.”

Initially, the two still thought Song Cheng was just a young novice, also blind, how strong could he be?

But after being thoroughly thrashed by him countless times, their thoughts changed.

Song Cheng smiled and began to exchange views with the two in the hall.

After a while, two more martial artists arrived, precisely the young man and woman who had come with Old Master Zhao from the Water Bird Martial Arts Hall the other day.

The man named Zhao Hua was Old Master Zhao’s eldest son, born later in life, two sons in succession; sadly, the younger son was killed by a Human Skin Ghost; the woman named Liu Jun was a talent extraordinarily recruited by the Water Bird Martial Arts Hall.

Both had reached Great Achievement in the Force Realm, also looked upon by Old Master Zhao as inheritors of his skills.

Old Master Zhao seemed to be acutely aware of his advancing age and no longer sought breakthroughs in the Martial Path, but repeatedly sent his two heroes to Song Cheng’s side.

Like Master Xu and Great Master Xiong, Zhao Hua and Liu Jun initially didn’t respect Song Cheng, who was younger than them.

Yet within a few days, they both sincerely admired and respected him.

“Mr. Song.”

“Sir.”

Zhao Hua and Liu Jun saluted.

Song Cheng gently said: “Take a seat.”

The two sat down, slowly getting involved in the discussion.

Before long, a youth prodigy who had entered the Force Realm from the “Flying Wheel Martial Arts Hall” also hurried over.

The group discussed techniques and martial arts.

Song Cheng felt a sense of “teaching and learning together” during such exchanges; what he taught was but skin-deep, yet each word and sentence was a consolidation and summarization of his own strength.

As several people engaged energetically, Song Cheng suddenly sensed something, slightly looked up.

Those five people were puzzled and followed him in looking outside the door.

Bang!

The sound of a kick against the door came from behind the screen wall.

Between the courtyard, corridor, and the reception hall of the Ruyi Commerce Chamber were merely separated by a decorative wall.

Everyone in the room could hear the “bang” clearly.

Soon enough, a young man in fancy attire swaggered out, shouting, “Where’s An Chenyu? She’s got some nerve to do such a thing!!!”

Beside him, a servant hurriedly said, “Young Master, Young Master, President An is out… ouch…”

An Changsheng kicked the servant, bypassing the screen wall.

He was quite satisfied with his gallant presence today.

Using two words to describe it, it was “domineeringly impressive.”

After kicking the servant, he snorted, saying, “Tell her to roll back home!”

The servant gave a glance at the elder following An Changsheng.

This elder was none other than the famous Mr. Wang in the An family.

Mr. Wang nonchalantly said, “Go on.”

The servant scrambled and crawled to run outside.

Meanwhile, Mr. Wang turned, looking at the following guards, and coldly said, “You are familiar with the place, go get everyone out. The chamber has encountered such a scandal, and they don’t care, they lack understanding of the rules.”

The four guards replied respectfully and hurried away, calling out names as they saw people, telling them to head to the reception hall.

An Changsheng and Mr. Wang moved toward the reception hall, from a distance spotting the blindfolded youth seated with several others.

An Changsheng frowned and tutted: “Since when could a son-in-law living with his wife’s family sit in the reception hall with some riffraff? Wild man, no sense of propriety!”

Having finished, he turned to look at Mr. Wang, saying: “Mr. Wang, I did say it. My sister should’ve been married off earlier. How could a woman manage the chamber?

Which of those young masters in the Prefectural City isn’t good? I played with them all, and I know their backgrounds and natures. Had they listened to me back then, none of this would have happened.”

The words echoed boisterously; after all, everyone in the reception hall was a martial artist, who hadn’t heard it clear as day.

Song Cheng sipped his tea.

Great Master Xiong thumped the table and stood up furiously, pointing directly at the distant An Changsheng, striding over, shouting: “Who are you calling riffraff? What are you?”

With Mr. Wang backing him, and today acting on the old grandmaster’s “edict,” An Changsheng naturally wasn’t afraid, so he said: “Talking to you. With your wild man appearance, do you even deserve to sit in my home’s reception hall?

Servants, beat him out with sticks!”

He sought to establish his authority.

To decisively clear everything, this was “cutting through the troubles like a swift blade.”

No sooner had he finished speaking, Master Xu was already pushing up his sleeves, stepping forward.

However, Zhao Hua continued sitting; as Old Master Zhao’s successor, with the best talent, and also appearing scholarly and well-mannered, in Song Cheng’s eyes, the data showed he was number two in the South City, usually hiding his prowess. Amazingly, he was the leader among the younger generation in the South City. At this moment, he did not act impulsively, merely glanced at Song Cheng, softly asking, “Does the master know him?”

Song Cheng calmly said: “They came to rob the chamber.”

Zhao Hua’s expression changed abruptly.

Great Master Xiong and Master Xu might not have understood immediately, but Zhao Hua figured it out.

The martial arts halls of the seven families in the South City shared common interests with the Ruyi Commerce Chamber based on the chamber belonging to An Chenyu and Song Cheng. If it were to change hands, especially to someone who was obviously a fool, who would play nicely then.

In this chaotic world, alliances came together with difficulty but scattered easily.

This was not merely about seizing the chamber, it was clearly about cutting off the future of the martial arts halls of the South City’s seven families!

A trace of concealed cold brutality flashed through Zhao Hua’s eyes.

In the distance, the dispute began.

Mr. Wang examined the two robust men approaching and hesitated, realizing he could sense their powerful presence, not seeming like riffraff but… Force Realm warriors.

But even if they were Force Realm warriors, so what?

With his twisting strength, he was a top-ranked individual even within Hanping Prefecture among his peers, not comparable to martial artists in such a county city.

He squinted, gripping his blade, prepared to intimidate.

From afar, the youth’s voice rang out.

“Great Master Xiong, Master Xu, let me handle it.”

Song Cheng glanced at Mr. Wang’s “40~79,” set down his teacup, stood up from his wooden chair, leaned on his fine blade, and walked up to Mr. Wang, knocking on the knife handle, producing a metallic clang.

An Changsheng saw this wild man had the nerve to approach and was about to make a sneering remark but was pulled back by Mr. Wang with a single grab.

An Changsheng was taken aback, asking, “What is there to fear?”

Mr. Wang replied: “He’s no simple man.”

In an instant, the crowd dispersed.

Mr. Wang remarked: “Young man, you make the first move, let me see the judgment of Miss An.”

Song Cheng nodded, dispensing with unnecessary words, his long knife sweeping out, carried by rolling thunder and transforming into a jiao dragon, exploding a perilous and powerful cleaving brilliance before the elder’s eyes.

Moments ago, Mr. Wang was merely being earnest, but in the next instant, he felt a tingling scalp, goosebumps rising instantaneously.

He was like a traveler encountering a tiger deep in the forest, horror exploding in his heart, his body suddenly generating a reflexive power, hastily channeling strength, entwining forces, swiftly trying to draw his blade to meet the opposing fierce brilliance.

Snap!

His blade couldn’t be drawn, yet his hand back was already in immense pain.

Looking up, he saw the youth’s blade was pressing on his hand back, resembling a mountain.

His hand couldn’t move an inch.

And the youth’s blade hadn’t even left its scabbard.

In the spring breeze, the black cloth flapped vigorously, the youth’s expression remained calm, his face clearly level towards Mr. Wang, yet gave Mr. Wang a sense of being looked down upon from above.

Mr. Wang knew the disparity, his throat rolled, eyes nearly shut, incredulity mounting, but in the end, his lips trembling, he reluctantly let out, “I… lost.”

Song Cheng said: “Guests from afar, it’s better not to draw weapons.”

He sheathed his blade, clapped hands, casually said: “Serve tea, welcome the guests.”

The gathered servants, upon seeing this scene, hastily followed his orders and went to brew tea.