Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy-Chapter 73 - 71. Yin Soul Object Driving

Chapter 73: 71. Yin Soul Object Driving

Chapter 73: 71. Yin Soul Object Driving

Over at the An Family, martial artists at the Force Realm, like Mr. Wang and Wang Tianma, were still satisfied and had no plans to leave.

Martial artists like Ding Kui at the Power Realm also roughly understood their capabilities and had no intention of going.

But, after all, there were many members in a chamber of commerce.

In a large forest, all kinds of birds are present, and there would always be someone tempted.

In this world, no matter how incredible you think something is, or even if a dog wouldn’t want to go, as long as there were benefits, someone would surely want to try.

Although no one had moved at this time, some martial artists already had hesitation and flickers in their eyes, but none stepped forward immediately, waiting to see the situation, as there were seven days left.

Seeing no one step forward, the government officer did not get angry and only said, “Seven days, and none afterward, seize the opportunity, it’s quite rare this time.”

After saying this, the government officer turned and left.

Everyone’s thoughts were different, yet they looked towards the president and the son-in-law not far away.

An Chenyu closed her eyes briefly and pondered before stepping forward, speaking lightly, “If anyone wishes to go, just inform the person in charge, and take some supplies, including weapons and silver; the An Family will not obstruct anyone’s path.

If you ever miss our An Family, feel free to come back; it’s no problem.”

Glancing around, she lightly clapped her hands and said, “Alright, everyone back to your tasks.”

The crowd dispersed.

An Chenyu tilted her head to look at the man behind her.

Song Cheng smiled, “Sister An, should I go?”

An Chenyu’s cold and stunning face bore into him, then leaned close, her almond eyes against the black cloth, her red lips softly exhaling, “Can you bear it?”

Her laughter was soft, and her words made one recall the frenzy of “swans crossing necks, mandarin ducks playing in the water” these past days, along with the warmth of flesh rubbing, light moans and whispers.

After speaking, she didn’t wait for the young man’s response, raising her chin, and striding away with her long legs.

Each time, she earnestly confirmed whether little Song was satisfied.

This “satisfaction survey” was always “five-star rated.”

Moreover, over time, she had grown more aware of Song Cheng.

Cautious and discreet, deep and inscrutable; when acting, either not showing hand or a deadly strike; and… he valued emotions.

Just now, Song Cheng was teasing her.

The cold, unapproachable iceberg was only for outsiders; to Song Cheng, the iceberg had long melted.

Song Cheng chuckled too, leaning on his new knife, heading to the Scripture Pavilion, then found Zhao Hua to retrieve “Water Bird Force,” having Ling read it to him.

Every martial arts hall had its traditions, never leaking outside, but this absolutely did not include Song Cheng.

Song Cheng retrieved “Water Bird Force,” merely to test his thought.

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Under sunlight, the son-in-law had his eyes wrapped with black cloth.

The maid, Tea, held a cultivation technique, reading the book she “only recognized words but didn’t understand the meaning,” and her head ached from it.

Upon reading a passage, Song Cheng pondered, while Ling, glancing at the blazing sun, said, “Son-in-law, I’ll get you plum juice.”

Song Cheng replied, “Then bring the pot over, there are quite a few people in the Scripture Pavilion.”

The maid, Tea, reluctantly said, “Oh.”

Her eyes were set high, actually only caring about the son-in-law and the young lady’s feelings; why should she care about the martial artists in the Scripture Pavilion?

However, upon the son-in-law’s order, she went.

Song Cheng glanced at the panel:

[Skills]

Water Bird Force (Yellow Level Grade C) (Uninitiated (0/4))

As long as the youth thought a little, he could recall all the content of this “Water Bird Force.”

As he expected, this “Water Bird Force” was between Relaxing Force and Pouncing Force.

If he had already constructed the power routes of “Relaxing Force” and “Pouncing Force” in his body, then… cultivating “Water Bird Force” only required a little refinement.

‘Let’s try it,’

Song Cheng thought to himself, then stood up, started, moved his fists, and pushed hands.

The training method recorded in “Water Bird Force,” with his movements, was initially practiced flawlessly, and by the time Ling brought a pot of plum juice, he had become fluent in the art.

Immediately, the battle method of “Water Bird Force” also unfolded in the young man’s hands.

The swift flight of the waterbird, the beak searching the shallow depths, and the twin echoes…

Chirp!!

A sharp, crisp sound followed the rising of the youth’s fist, reminiscent of a bird call.

Ling blinked and applauded furiously on the side.

This chirp also surprised Zhao Hua, who was nearby contemplating how to integrate “Water Bird Force” with “White Snake Force” and “Willow Brushing Force.”

Bird call, a sign of “Water Bird Force” reaching Great Achievement.

Yet his brother hadn’t practiced this technique before, had he? It was just received, right?

Hua felt a bit restless and proud, only feeling his brother was god-like.

Song Cheng stopped his movements, glancing at the panel.

In just a moment, “Water Bird Force” had already progressed from “Uninitiated (0/4)” to “Great Achievement (1/16).”

What he did was actually very simple, just simulating the force, then focusing all attention on transitions of the force, as if digging a few shovels between two large river courses to make the connection smoother.

“Son-in-law, son-in-law, have some plum juice.”

Ling still played a little trick, although she brought the pot and everyone could have some juice, she quietly took a few ice cubes from the cellar.

These ice cubes were only placed in the son-in-law’s bowl, no one else had them.

At this moment, she brought the plum juice with ice cubes to Song Cheng.

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Song Cheng did not refuse Ling’s kindness, took it, and drank it.

Sour, sweet, icy, and refreshing flavor, truly delightful.

And the ice cubes, crunchy to chew.

“Call everyone for plum juice.”

Song Cheng instructed, and Ling cheerfully ran off, then put her hands on her hips, unhappily shouted, “The son-in-law invites you all for soup.”

A group of martial artists rushed outside, each gathering around Song Cheng to drink.

As they drank, naturally, conversations ensued.

“That government officer is clearly recruiting soldiers, who would go?” Wang Tianma casually said.

Another martial artist agreed, “No matter how good the treatment, going to war is required, but with the current chaos at the front, who knows what will happen?”

Everyone voiced the same opinions generally.

But suddenly, a martial artist remarked, “But I heard that Shanhe Martial Arts Hall and White Camel Estate are both very powerful. On usual days, there’s no way to join. Now, they are providing opportunities…”

This was voiced by a disciple of a small martial arts hall among the seven. Before venturing out, he naturally heard from his hall master that “Shanhe Martial Arts Hall, White Camel Estate, and Pearl Mountain Pass truly control Hanping Prefecture, even the magistrate and the county magistrate are their people.”

Such extraordinary forces truly attracted people.

The government officer was right, seeking wealth in peril, opportunities were rare indeed.

Following this, another martial artist said, “Nonsense, just bluffing, do you really think you can join and practice their cultivation technique? It’s just a trick to make you risk your life.”

In reality, no one was a fool.

Song Cheng listened quietly.

After everyone finished drinking the plum juice, they got up to take their leave and continued their training.

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Time flew by, and three days passed.

Morning.

Song Cheng rose early, raised his hand, struck, flawlessly utilizing Perfection Water Bird Force’s power in his palms.

While ordinary Force Trainers groomed the river course, he merely mended it for smoother integration.

Thus… in just three days, he cultivated “Water Bird Force” from “Uninitiated” to “Perfection,” not using his points, purely relying on self-training.

Yet, the “Six Forces” in “Xuanwu True Force” did not turn into “Seven Forces.”

The reason was simple, this “Water Bird Force” wasn’t an additional force.

However, Song Cheng’s strength still leaped forward, directly from “139~278” to “141~282.”

By this time, within the An Family and even Shanghe County’s martial arts halls, all available cultivation techniques for him had been wholly trained.

Nevertheless, it didn’t matter…

Last night, after consuming the last Soul Strengthening Pill and completing the initial Nurturing the Soul, his Divine Soul had already strengthened, enough to cause a subtle transformation.

This transformation was called: Object Driving.

Song Cheng didn’t plan to visit the Prefectural City’s martial arts halls anymore, he wanted to change his way: Out of Body Divine Soul, treading the moon at night, sneaking into other martial arts halls, then Object Driving, flipping books, consulting cultivation techniques.