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Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy

Song Cheng transmigrated and became a blind errand boy in a medicine shop in a remote town. Fortunately, after he found a wife who did not disdain him, his "Golden Finger" also followed. Demons and ghosts roamed the Chaotic World, Profound Techniques went with Occult Sciences, Divine Weapons dazzled the cosmos, the Yin and Yang were inexhaustible. Song Cheng did not seek to dominate as a king, he simply wished to live his life well. ... This is the story of a person with Longevity, who walked through long years and witnessed innumerable Dynasties.

It's peach blossom pastry. · 玄幻
分數不夠
186 Chs

She just wants justice

"This Cultivation Technique was passed down from my family, and is called 'White Snake Blade'."

The Blade has practice and battle methods, but I only have the practice method, not the battle one.

Now listen carefully to the practice method..."

Yune and Song Cheng had their backs against each other, separated only by a door.

Her gentle voice drifted through the crack of the door.

"Utilize forms to temper flesh and blood, cast off weeds and supplement with herbs. Ribs like fish gills, spine like a thrashing dragon..."

While reciting the summary, Yune slowly explained.

Whenever Song Cheng didn't understand something, he would ask directly.

Yune would share everything she knew without reservation.

This Cultivation Technique was initially taught only to her husband, but after he died in battle, Yune, to seek revenge... decided to pass on this precious family Cultivation Technique to an unrelated pharmacist who was blind.

It wasn't that she chose this Little Blind Boy, but rather... she had no choice.

As she explained, however, a slight bond began to form between her and the Little Blind Boy.

The practice method of 'White Snake Blade' does not include the "Blade," but solely focuses on strengthening and conditioning the body, as well as standardizing the exertion of flesh through forms, thus making it easier to execute the moves of the White Snake Blade.

The practice method consists of three forms, each containing three, four, and six movements, respectively, with no fancy names, simply called "First Move," "Second Move," "Third Move."

Usually, only battle methods would have names.

Because battle methods typically involve "imitating the heavens and earth," hence their very names serve to help integrate you into the combat style.

As for practice methods, that's entirely unnecessary.

"Utilize forms to temper flesh and blood," firstly is about expelling the impurities within the body, and secondly, "adjusting the muscles minutely"—imagine your body as a collection of parts. Tempering flesh with forms helps polish these parts and then reassemble them into a killing machine.

"Cast off weeds and supplement with herbs" refers to using certain medicines to fortify the body, all available at Rejuvenation Hall. It's like lubricating the parts and turning them from "old parts" to "parts of better material."

"Ribs like fish gills, spine like a thrashing dragon," further discusses two core aspects of practicing the forms: one, the breathing technique; two, attention to the spine.

When breathing, the ribs should expand and contract laterally like fish gills to truly maximize and enhance the lung capacity.

The spine, divided into the thoracic and lumbar regions.

The thoracic region like a dragon, is the origin of the form; if you want to perfect the moves, you must focus on the thoracic spine.

The lumbar region like the sea, is the origin of power; if you want to unleash the power of the flesh, you inevitably involve the lumbar spine.

However, 'White Snake Blade' does not involve much of the lumbar spine, but only focuses on the flexibility of the thoracic spine...

In short, the main aspects of this Cultivation Technique relate to the arms and thoracic spine, the rest, though mentioned, are quite superficial.

Thus, this Cultivation Technique allows your upper body to be flexible and the punches deceptive.

Following that... via the punch and the blade, the blade, too, behaves like a snake—agile, swift, like a snake lying in tall grass, a line of thunder, as quick as the wind.

...

The two paused in their discussion from time to time.

In between, Song Cheng went to the kitchen to fetch some coarse grain pancakes for Yune to eat.

Then they continued their discussion.

By evening, Tong Jia said Granny Shi had slightly regained consciousness, but it was inconvenient to move her, so she must stay in the clinic to be observed. Consequently, she prepared a bed for Yune in the adjoining room, allowing the mother and daughter-in-law to temporarily stay there.

Upon hearing that Yune had taught the Cultivation Technique to Song Cheng, Tong Jia happily prepared dinner.

After dinner, she clutched Yune's prescription for herbs and prepared to gather the medicine, planning to concoct it that very night for her husband.

In the moonlight...

Song Cheng was practicing the moves in the backyard while Yune sat focused to the side, patiently correcting the mistakes in his movements.

Song Cheng practiced very diligently, as this was the Cultivation Technique he had obtained with great difficulty and the first crucial asset for securing his and Madam Tong's escape from this place.

Escape!

They must escape!

But the Little Blind Boy's body was terribly weak, and he was somewhat breathless after a few moves.

With more practice, sweat with White Fur appeared on his forehead and spine.

Gradually, his legs grew weak and his arms sore, especially around the waist and abdomen, feeling as if hammered by a giant mace, numb over a large area.

However, glancing at his status panel, he didn't see the "Uninitiated" tag, so he gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and continued to swing his fists, once and again.

Anyone could see that the Little Blind Boy could hardly keep going, but he stubbornly persisted.

Yune's expression softened a bit, as if reminiscing about something. It seemed as though the image of her husband practicing boxing overlapped with the Little Blind Boy at that moment.

Song Cheng could see Yune's affection for him rising, from 80 slowly to 85.

Finally, Song Cheng was so exhausted he felt his body was no longer his own, and he stumbled and fell onto the clay ground.

Yune's affection suddenly became 87.

Her face, already somewhat sinister from pain, surprisingly developed a smile.

She closed her eyes tightly, tipped back her head, and tears uncontrollably streamed down her cheeks, smearing her face.

...

...

In the hall, Tong Jia had finished preparing the medicine, hurriedly pouring it into a bowl. She had just brought it out when she saw Song Cheng lying on the ground, so she quickly set the bowl aside and shouted, "Brother Cheng, Brother Cheng," as she rushed to help him up.

She helped Song Cheng up, brushed the dust off him, and fetched a warm towel to wipe the mud from his face, admonishing, "Don't drain all your energy by tomorrow!"

The young couple then started bantering back and forth.

Yune, her head buried in her knees, began crying silently.

It seemed... not long ago, she and her husband had been the same way.

Yes, not long ago.

As if it were yesterday.

As if he had never left.

As if he were still here.

She wiped away her tears and said, "Let's stop here for today," then went back inside to look after Granny Shi.

She had always been a filial and kind daughter-in-law, never treating her mother-in-law poorly, which is why Granny Shi, persuaded by Tong Jia, had trusted Yune the day before.

...

...

The next day.

Song Cheng took his medicine and continued training through gritted teeth.

But Granny Shi had grown increasingly weak... the poor old lady couldn't handle much emotional turmoil, and her condition showed signs of serious decline after several bursts of strong emotion.

Fortunately, by evening, Granny Shi seemed to recover somewhat, becoming more talkative and even managed to eat some porridge.

Only then did Yune go to sleep, reassured.

Song Cheng and Madam Tong also returned to the main house for the night.

"Cultivation Techniques aren't supposed to be practiced like this, take it slow," Madam Tong murmured beside him, then comforted, "You have some experience with the average disciples of that faction, so you definitely can master it, don't rush."

Song Cheng gave a bitter smile.

These past days his body had been extremely tired, and he wasn't able to achieve Out of Body Divine Soul.

Madam Tong stretched out a tender hand and also brought out two little feet, gently kneading them.

"Ow, gentler," he said.

"Aah!!" cried Little Blind Boy.

Madam Tong giggled, "Aren't I a cunning little spirit?"

After speaking, she added, "Bear with it, this is for your own good."

Because of the training, the relationship dynamic between the couple had shifted during the night.

Eventually, the sounds faded.

The two embraced and fell asleep.

...

Early the next morning, Tong Jia started cooking breakfast, while Song Cheng practiced his martial arts in the courtyard.

He felt that the title "Uninitiated" was just moments away, and he had managed to save up 20 points now.

Suddenly, a piercing scream came from the adjacent room.

Tong Jia was startled and hurried over.

Meanwhile, the nearby neighbors had also heard the commotion and many of them started arriving too.

To their shock, Granny Shi... had no breath left!!!

The air seemed to still.

Immediately after, villagers hurried to find the Village Chief.

The death of Granny Shi became a hot topic, spreading quickly, and some women angrily shouted, "The place where those dishonest lovers were punished, the place where those dishonest lovers were punished!"

Yune, her hair disheveled and completely distraught.

Tong Jia was also panicked; she now realized that Granny Shi's revival the day before was just a temporary rebound.

In the yard, Little Blind Boy seemed to be in a different world from the noisy crowd. He glanced sideways at the crowded white lines and Yune, who was tightly bound and trapped by those lines.

The blood-red fireflies on Yune's shoulders grew increasingly piercing, startling, and horrifying...

Song Cheng did not stop his movements.

He needed to quickly add the White Snake Blade to his panel so he could level up.

Only by becoming stronger could he make a change.

Since words had proven powerless, then it was time to use this blade... to make a change.

Remembering the soft cries he had heard the day before, and Yune's never-ending earnest teaching, the young man felt a tranquil fire ignite deep in his blood.