15. Make a Move

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The long-awaited Cultivation Technique finally appeared on the panel, and Song Cheng silently commanded in his heart, "Add points."

He tried to invest 2 points first, then quickly looked at his own strength.

In an instant, his strength jumped from "3~3" to "4~4".

Song Cheng hesitated no more and added the remaining 18 points all at once.

In the blink of an eye, the progress of "White Snake Blade" cultivation went from "Uninitiated (0/2)" to "Great Achievement (6/16)".

A sense of mystery surged from the depths of Song Cheng's heart.

The little blind boy was practicing his swordsmanship in the quiet courtyard, fully concentrated, with a state of mind free from any distraction.

The moves of his practice were like a heavy hammer of refined steel forcefully forging his body, his weak body that seemed no better than scrap metal.

Sweat expelled the impurities from within him.

His flesh and blood were torn and re-forged repeatedly, causing unbearable soreness and pain.

The little blind boy didn't cry out; instead, he silently drank the matching herbal medicine, lay down to sleep, and continued the next day.

The herbs that normally required careful preparation automatically appeared during the cultivation process. That "White Snake Blade," which would have taken considerable resources to master, was instantly "skipped" through the addition of points.

Gradually...

His soft flesh became firm, and his thin body bulged slightly, yet due to being well-defined, it contracted and still appeared lean, but no longer weak.

His spine became flexible, and almost with every movement of his body, the strength from his flesh would transmit along his vertebral column to his bones and palms.

He felt as if the upper half of his skeleton had turned into a double-headed snake.

His arms were the heads of the snake, and his spine was its body.

However, this was merely a newborn double-headed snake; it needed growth and to learn the art of the hunt.

As these experiences flooded through him, Song Cheng felt a strength filling his entire body, a power he had never felt before.

With just a slight clenching of his fist, he could feel the muscles in his forearms and upper arms bulging out, and a sense of tension like a drawn bowstring in his shoulders, even the muscles on his back tightened.

This was power.

Song Cheng then checked his strength again:

8~8.

And this was without practicing any Battle Method.

This number had already far surpassed anyone else in Tang River Village.

At this moment, even if Ding Family's third son were to aim a Powerful Crossbow at him, he could react swiftly to dodge the crossbow bolt and then roll forward, not giving his opponent a chance to fire a second shot.

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In the distance, the clamor had ceased.

The pig cage confining Yune was already taken to the riverside, or perhaps not yet.

Tong Jia stood under the eaves, at a loss and feeling a strong sense of powerlessness.

Just now, she had spoken up for Yune, but the result... she was met with cold mockery and sarcasm, as if she too would be considered guilty if she continued, as if she was the one who had killed Granny Shi.

The villagers seemed to have all fallen into a frenzy.

She was chilled to the core.

The malice of human nature seemed to form a vortex of ice in the void, drowning her, unable to breathe or speak, only able to watch from afar.

Suddenly, this stillness was broken.

Tong Jia's arm was grabbed firmly.

She looked up, confused, "Brother Cheng?"

Song Cheng said in a low voice, "Quickly gather your family's valuables and food, then assemble at the back of the village! Bandits are fast approaching the front of the village, hurry!"

"And... what about you?"

"I need to step out for a bit, there's something I must do."

After speaking, he did not linger, taking his Fine Blade and left through the wicker gate. But as he reached the gate, he turned back to stress, "Make sure to bring our Road Guide, don't forget!"

With that, he quickly headed toward the Ding Family's direction.

The sound of the wind, the clinking of the Fine Blade, revealed everything quickly around him.

He had traversed these grounds before; now it was merely a "refresh of the map," therefore he moved swiftly.

Tong Jia also snapped back to reality.

She may not understand everything, but out of trust for Song Cheng, she hastily began to pack.

Beyond that, she also felt a hint of eeriness.

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It seemed... like everyone was going mad.

But to say they were going mad wasn't quite right either, it was more like evil thoughts were blossoming in the dark soil...

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Song Cheng was headed to the pond where the "drench pig cage" was located, and the Ding Family was on the way there.

When he arrived at the Ding Family, the Little Blind Boy slowed his pace, his gaze fixated on the data behind the wall.

[Strength: 0(1)~1(2)]

[Favorability: 0]

"0~1" represented his current strength after injury.

"1~2" was his strength before injury, and such strength in the entire Tang River Village was only possessed by Ding Siyu.

After confirming the target was Ding Siyu, he quickly approached the front door.

A push.

The door was latched.

Ding Siyu's voice came from inside, "Who is it?"

Bang!

Song Cheng exerted his power, and the latch broke from behind, the door flinging open.

He rushed inside.

"Song Cheng?!" Ding Siyu was taken aback but still instinctively reacted.

One hand pushed at the cabinet beside him with power, while the other slapped at the window; he himself rolled, falling to the ground along with the bedding.

To a blind man, action followed sound.

The cabinet fell, and the items on it clattered to the floor, sending ripples through the blind boy's black and white world, causing the entire scene to twist.

And the squeak as the window opened would subconsciously make one think that Ding Siyu had escaped through it.

But after rolling to the floor, Ding Siyu quickly reached for a knife at his side.

Before he could seize it, Song Cheng had already made his move; his arm, as hard as stone, carried out a simple but sufficiently swift thrust, like a lively White Snake darting out to bite from the darkness.

Chi!

The blade pierced through the bedding, fiercely stabbing Ding Siyu.

Pinned to the ground, with searing pain in his chest, Ding Siyu asked with fear and anger, "Why?"

He had too many questions.

Such as why the blind boy wanted to kill him? Why did the blind boy have this kind of strength?

"You deserved to die," retorted Song Cheng succinctly, his actions, however, did not slow.

A twist, a pull, the air fell still, all things seemed to settle, the human figure before him starkly visible.

Ding Siyu screamed as new and old wounds combined.

Chi!

The next moment, the screams abruptly stopped.

The tip of the blade pierced the throat of this little wretch, followed by a swift slash, severing the neck, parting head from body.

Ding Siyu, dead!

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It all happened in a flash; Song Cheng's process of murder was simply a pass by, entering, glancing at the data, and a deadly thrust with his knife.

After the murder, he rapidly made his way toward the riverside without any delay.

Soon, he heard an extremely noisy commotion.

The Village Chief was announcing Yune's crimes.

Song Cheng moved swiftly closer, glanced at his own stats: 8~8, looked at the villagers enveloped in red mist, then brandished his knife and followed the riverside slope downwards.

Squeak squeak squeak...

As the Village Chief finished listing the crimes, the villagers had already begun to lift the pig cage, intending to throw it into the river.

And behind them, suddenly erupted the voice of a youth.

"Hold it!"