Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy-Chapter 36 - . Xuanwu True Force
Chapter 36: 36. Xuanwu True Force
Chapter 36: 36. Xuanwu True Force
In no time, Tong Jia brought over the freshly brewed medicine. Ling repeatedly expressed her gratitude, then obediently drank it and lay down…
And in her heart, this female doctor transformed from “Song Cheng’s woman” to having a name—Tong Jia.
“Rest well and recover soon,” Song Cheng said, leaving with these words.
“Mm-hmm!”
Ling quickly responded obediently.
The Song Cheng couple left, and the door closed once more.
Ling gazed at the quiet door, her heart flooded with complex emotions.
As the personal maid of the young lady, though she wasn’t exactly a genius filled with “heart’s eyes,” she was definitely no fool.
The simple words of Song Cheng had already made her understand many things.
Song Cheng had been following her; then he helped erase the footprints, assisting her in evading a certain death trap.
But who killed Shi Yi… considering today’s situation, it seemed the answer was clear.
If Song Cheng had merely killed Shi Yi, Ling would at most wonder, “How is it possible? I don’t believe it. How could a country bumpkin kill Shi Yi, who had all the resources and was cultivated as a strongman?”
Even if she saw it with her own eyes, she would only have been shocked.
Shocked…
Something impossible must have happened.
She simply didn’t believe Song Cheng had that ability.
But now, she wasn’t shocked, nor did thoughts like, “How could this be possible? This isn’t possible” arise.
The youth pushed open the door, elegantly placing two branches of new apricot blossoms, bathed in the spring rain, at her bedside, casually uttering those words. At that moment… the youth transformed from a country bumpkin into a demon in the dark abyss.
Bloody, powerful, terrifying, unfathomable…
Ling experienced the highs and lows in just one day, yet now she could still wait for the dust to settle and the rain to pass.
“He must have overheard my conversation with Shi Yi, which spurred the intent to kill.”
“He had no choice but to act, for if Shi Yi returned, he’d certainly oppress him, perhaps even put him to death.”
“He should have also killed me because I wasn’t good to him.”
“But he didn’t kill me.”
“Instead… he helped me.”
“He could have killed me easily, but he didn’t… he even picked flowers for me…”
Two lines of tears rolled down Ling’s delicate cheeks, their roots in emotions so complex that they were unknown.
A while passed…
And then more time passed…
Ling supported her dizzy body, sat up, and reached out to grasp the two branches of apricot blossoms near the bed.
The apricot blossoms were snow-white, dispersing a strange fragrance that was quite pleasant.
Ling just smelled them briefly and seemed to see a new season; her life appeared to have flipped a new chapter.
But recalling the youth’s means, she involuntarily shuddered again.
Between fear and the floral fragrance, strangely, a peculiar sense of reliance emerged from her heart.
“I will listen to your words, rest well, and recover quickly.”
…
Three days later.
In the courtyard…
The Song Cheng couple, dressed in a new set of cloth clothes, were practicing with knives.
These clothes were newly purchased.
Previously, the two only had a set of winter coats from when they escaped from Tang River Village and a set of cloth clothes bought in the county town.
And as the weather warmed, the winter coats were thoroughly unsuitable for wear, so they gritted their teeth and spent nine hundred wen to buy another set for changing.
Tong Jia’s knife practice became more and more skillful, while Song Cheng glanced at the panel.
[Points added: 7]
[Realm: Yellow Level Grade C]
[Cultivation Technique]
Xuanwu Willow Brushing Force (3 Force) (Yellow Level Grade C) (Perfection)
Extreme Force (Yellow Level Grade C) (Great Achievement) (30/32)
Grass Sea Astonished Snake Form (Yellow Level Grade B) (Incomplete)
In these recent days, he adhered to the principle of “add points whenever possible,” consequently raising “Extreme Force” to near perfection.
He quickly invested 2 points, instantly elevating Extreme Force to the “Perfection” level.
The panel transformed once more.
…
Xuanwu Willow Brushing Force and Extreme Force fused, becoming Xuanwu True Force (4 Force) (Perfection).
The skill “White Snake Swallows Sparrow” then morphed into “Transforming into Jiao.”
Another line of information appeared:
The cultivation technique underwent hundred temperings, revealing its wondrousness. You perfected your own strength and further glimpsed a higher realm.
Xuanwu True Force had a 6.4% chance of evolving into a Yellow Level Grade B cultivation technique.
…
Song Cheng glanced at his strength.
While carrying an ordinary long knife on his back, his data shifted from “41~80” to “43~86.”
The youth suddenly drew the knife.
A feeling of nearly complete mobilization and unification of all the force within his body surged. His flesh seemed to be composed of the material of a killing machine, while his muscles and bones were its components…
As he swung the knife, an intense force, capable of scorching the soul, erupted from bottom to top, resembling an old jiao emerging from the deep pool.
Moreover, his hand became a massive whirlpool, with various forces moving rapidly, as if converging like rivers into the sea, then consolidating in hand and extending to the knife.
He swung the knife, its moves as uncanny and perilous as a snake hunting at midnight.
Yet, when the knife reached its peak, there was a tremble, and in the void, an eerie and shrill screech exploded.
An odd thing occurred…
The entire courtyard fell abruptly silent.
It was a “bug” suddenly ceasing its cries; even if someone listened intently, they couldn’t hear a bit of noise—a deathly stillness.
Young Mrs. Tong practicing with the knife, upon hearing the roar of a tiger, instinctively stopped and jumped back, defensively poised for action.
Yet, upon looking, it was merely her man casually swinging a knife.
She patted her chest and said, “Scared me to death.”
Song Cheng laughed and said, “Continue practicing. I’ll teach you.”
He resolved to elevate the teaching of the “Mysterious Turtle Step” and, once his wife reached the peak of Power Force, directly pass on “Xuanwu True Force.”
However, he was unsure whether this “Xuanwu True Force” could be further enhanced.
He was quite enthusiastic about establishing a solid foundation.
A towering building rises from the ground.
During the cultivation process, he also noticed that different cultivation techniques had distinct impacts.
Despite being both Yellow Level Grade C, “Willow Brushing Force” was a cultivation technique, and so was “Xuanwu True Force,” but they were entirely different.
It could be said that even with the same effort and realm, different cultivation techniques resulted in vastly different strengths.
Similar cultivation techniques, if compatible, could be further cultivated.
Frankly, honestly evolving cultivation techniques couldn’t compare to having ready-made ones at hand.
Evolving cultivation techniques required countless points, while ready-made ones only needed a flip and a point addition.
However, evolved cultivation techniques could be stronger.
Song Cheng sheathed the knife, pondering.
Quickly, he had an idea: use external cultivation techniques to elevate his realm and strengthen swiftly; yet, not neglect the collection of low-level techniques to evolve them himself, laying firm foundations to become the strongest…
‘If I could combine myriad dharma methods, what cultivation technique could I eventually evolve?’
Song Cheng was full of anticipation yet knew that such thoughts were daydreams.
How rare were cultivation techniques?
To get hold of one required life-and-death struggles, let alone uniting myriad methods.
But life’s journey was long, and the days ahead were ample.
First, survive.
…
Song Cheng was deep in thought when suddenly a knock sounded from outside the door.
“Song Cheng, it’s me.”
It was Ling’s voice.
Song Cheng stepped forward to open the door.
Upon seeing the youth, Ling bit her lip and lowered her head, saying, “My body has improved significantly. Thank you and Doctor Tong.”
Song Cheng smiled and said, “Come in and sit.”
Ling obediently followed him inside, carefully watching Song Cheng.
This frightening youth appeared so ordinary now, yet beside him, there was an unprecedented sense of security.
“Earlier, I’m sorry,” Ling suddenly apologized.
Song Cheng laughed, “It’s all in the past.”
As he spoke, he turned indoors, retrieving a bundle of herbs tied with string, handing it to Ling, and saying, “Special ginger tea, drink a bowl every morning, and you won’t catch a cold again.”
Ling solemnly accepted it and said, “Thank you, Song… Song… Big Brother Song.”
Song Cheng: ???
He glanced at the maid he had intimidated and suddenly noticed that her affection level had inexplicably risen to 95.
It was quite strange…
Then, Ling continued, “Big Brother Song, today I came to take you to the armory. Didn’t you say you wanted to pick a handy knife a few days ago? Let me show you. If someone questions, I’ll say the young lady values your training greatly, and no one will dare stop us.”
Song Cheng indeed needed a knife.
A good knife could bring a significant improvement.
However…
“Miss Ling, you should still call me Song. I’m only seventeen this year, and you and the young lady should both be older than me. The young lady is four years older, so you should also be four years older than me, right?”
Ling, pursing her lips but unwilling to call him Song, thought and then said, “Then… Mr. Song, let’s go quickly.”
…
Soon, the two arrived at the armory.
Song Cheng entered.
Beside him, Ling eagerly promoted quality weapons, wishing to stuff the best treasures into Song Cheng’s arms.
Song Cheng had no idea what was going on with this maid.
However, he wasn’t in a hurry to choose.
He patiently touched one weapon after another, not even ignoring the discarded ones.
Then, he picked out a peculiar thin iron rod from a pile of scrap metal.
When he grasped this thin iron rod, his data jumped suddenly from the ordinary knife’s “43~86” to “46~92.”
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This implied that this thin iron rod alone could provide a “5” increase in strength.
And if the rust were polished off, who knew how much more it might add?
Song Cheng curiously played with this slender rusty “rod.”
It was an upgraded version of the one from the Tang River Village blacksmith shop.
He seemed to have a fate with weapons like these.
Or rather, such weapons of unknown origins scattered around, collected by many households, only regarded as scrap metal.
“I’ll take this one,” Song Cheng said, gripping the thin iron rod tightly.
Ling: ?????
