Chapter 15: 15 Making a Move

The cultivation technique he had long anticipated finally appeared on the panel, and Song Cheng silently said to himself: "Add Points."

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

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

Song Cheng did not hesitate further and added all the remaining 18 points.

In a brief moment, the cultivation progress of the "White Snake Blade" leaped from "Not Yet Initiated (0/2)" to "Great Accomplishment (6/16)".

A mysterious sensation surged from the bottom of Song Cheng's heart.

The blind youth practiced his blade in the quiet courtyard, fully focused, with no thoughts of the gods.

The movements of the practice technique felt like a heavy steel hammer fiercely forging his body, his weak body that was like scrap metal.

Sweat expelled the impurities from within his body.

His flesh and blood were torn apart from the repeated forging, aching unbearably.

The blind youth did not cry out; he silently drank the accompanying herbal medicine, lay down to sleep, and continued the next day.

The herbal medicine that originally required preparation appeared automatically during the cultivation process. The "White Snake Blade," which would have required significant resources to master, was directly "skipped" through the Add Points feature.

Slowly, his soft flesh became firm, and his thin body filled out slightly, yet it contracted due to being lean and strong; he still looked thin, but no longer weak.

His thoracic vertebrae became flexible; almost as soon as his body moved, the force of his flesh and blood would be transmitted through the vertebrae to his hand bones and palms.

He felt as if the bones of his upper body had turned into a two-headed snake.

His two arms were the snake's heads, and his thoracic vertebrae were the snake's body.

However, this was only a newborn two-headed snake; it still needed to grow and learn the skills of hunting.

As these experiences washed over him, Song Cheng felt his entire body filled with strength, an unprecedented strength.

With a slight clench of his fist, he felt the muscles of his forearms and upper arms bulge, a sensation like a bowstring about to be drawn at his shoulders, which in turn tightened the muscles along his spine.

This was strength.

Song Cheng scanned his strength again: 8~8.

And this was without even practicing the combat technique.

This data already far exceeded anyone in Tanghe Village.

At this moment, even if the third son of the Ding family grabbed a crossbow and aimed it at him, he could react quickly, dodge the bolt, and then roll forward, never giving his opponent time to fire a second shot.

In the distance, the clamor had ceased.

He did not know if the pig cage imprisoning Yun E had reached the riverbank.

Tong Jia stood blankly under the eaves, at a loss, a strong sense of powerlessness in her heart.

Just a moment ago, she had spoken up for Yun E, but the result... was that she was met with cold sarcasm, as if speaking any further would make her complicit with Yun E, as if she were the one who had caused Shi Popo's death.

The villagers seemed to have all become possessed.

Her whole body felt cold.

The evil of human nature seemed to form a glacial vortex in the void, drowning her at the bottom of the water; she could not breathe, nor could she speak, and could only watch the distance like this.

Suddenly, this stillness was broken.

Tong Jia's arm was grabbed.

She looked up and asked in confusion: "Brother Cheng?"

Song Cheng said in a deep voice: "Quickly pack up the family's valuables and food, then gather at the entrance of the back village! Bandits are arriving at the front village soon, hurry!"

"What about you?"

"I'm going out for a moment; there are some things to take care of."

After speaking, he did not linger, leaning on his Fine Blade as he exited the fence gate, but upon reaching the front, he turned back to emphasize: "We must bring our travel permits, don't forget!"

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

The sound of the wind and the tapping of the Fine Blade quickly revealed everything around him.

He had walked these places long ago, so this was merely "refreshing the map," and thus he walked extremely fast.

Tong Jia also came to her senses.

Follow the chicken if you marry a chicken, follow the dog if you marry a dog; although she did not understand, out of trust for Song Cheng, she hurriedly went to pack. Beyond that, she also felt a trace of eeriness.

It was as if everyone was going mad.

But to call it madness was not quite right; that feeling was as if evil intent had blossomed in dark soil.

Song Cheng was heading to the river pond where the "pig cage immersion" was taking place, and the Ding family was on the way.

Upon arriving at the Ding family, the little blind man slowed his pace, his gaze seeing the data behind the wall.

【Strength: 0(1)~1(2)】

【Favorability: 0】

"0~1" was his current strength after being injured.

"1~2" was his strength before being injured, and in the entire Tanghe Village, only Ding Siyu possessed such strength.

After confirming the target was Ding Siyu, he quickly arrived at the door.

He pushed.

The door was bolted.

Ding Siyu's voice came from inside: "Who?"

Bang! Song Cheng exerted force, the door bolt snapped from behind, and the door opened.

He rushed inside.

"Song Cheng?!" Ding Siyu was stunned, yet he subconsciously reacted.

One hand exerted force to push the cabinet beside him, the other hand "slapped" toward the window, while he himself rolled, falling to the ground along with his bedding.

A blind man, after all, moves by following sound.

The cabinet toppled over, and the items on it hit the floor with a "clatter-bang," sending ripples through the blind man's black-and-white world, causing the entire scene to distort along with them.

And the creak of the window being pushed open would subconsciously make one think that Ding Siyu had climbed out to escape.

But after Ding Siyu tumbled down, he quickly reached for the blade to his side.

Yet before he could grab it, Song Cheng had already struck with his blade; that arm, hard as stone, brought forth a thrust that was not refined but was swift enough, like a nimble Bai She Jin lunging out from the darkness.

*Ssh! * The blade pierced through the bedding and viciously impaled Ding Siyu.

Ding Siyu was pinned to the ground, his chest in excruciating pain, and he asked in both fear and fury: "Why?"

He had too many questions.

For instance, why did the blind man want to kill him? Why did the blind man possess this kind of power?

"You deserve to die." Song Cheng replied simply, but his hand movements were not slow.

A twist, a pull; the air seemed to stand still, all things seemed to settle, and the human figure before his eyes became clearly visible.

With his new and old wounds combined, Ding Siyu let out a miserable shriek.

*Ssh! * The next moment, the shriek came to an abrupt end.

The blade tip pierced the throat of this little villain, then followed through with a slash, severing the neck and separating head from body.

Ding Siyu, dead!

No sooner said than done, Song Cheng's process of killing was actually just passing by on his way, entering, spotting the data, and landing a hit with one strike.

After finishing the killing, he did not delay in the slightest and quickly crept back toward the river.

Very soon, he heard a sound of extreme clamor.

The village head was in the middle of announcing Yun E's crimes.

Song Cheng approached rapidly, glanced at his own data: 8~8, then looked at the villagers shrouded in red mist, and finally waved his blade, following the riverbank slope as he headed downward.

*Creak, creak, creak*—the village head finished stating the crimes, and the villagers were already lifting the pig cage, intending to throw it into the river.

And behind them, a youth's voice suddenly erupted.

"Spare her!!"

(End of this chapter)