Chapter 52: 52. Anomalies in the Visualization Method

One night.

Song Cheng felt as if he were having a secret tryst with a goddess; what his hands kneaded and his legs brushed against was white flesh smoother than silk, softer than tofu, more fragrant than flowers, and sweeter than honey.

He even felt a sense of sacrilege in his heart, yet it immediately transformed into even greater passion as he threw himself into it with all his might.

After a long while, he and this wife, who was like an ice-snow fairy, huddled together and calmed down.

He suddenly felt the vision before his eyes begin its "rollercoaster-like transformation" once more, becoming extremely clear one moment and extremely blurry the next.

Thus, he simply closed his eyes.

In this way, it was indeed much better.

Immediately after, Song Cheng rose again.

"What are you looking for?" Young Miss An looked at the youth who had become her man.

Song Cheng said, "A piece of black cloth; I want to cover my eyes."

"There is one in the left drawer of the vanity, see if it works," Young Miss An said, then asked again, "Little Song, are you satisfied?"

Song Cheng nodded and let out an "mm."

Honestly speaking, Young Miss An was more attractive than Tong Niangzi.

Young Miss An said, "Little Song, then I'm going to put on my underpants and sleep. There are many things to do tomorrow during the Daytime; if you aren't satisfied, just take care of it yourself later, don't worry about waking me up."

She was outrageously calm, even considering things from the other person's perspective in such matters.

Either don't do it, or do it thoroughly.

Song Cheng was stunned for a moment and said, "An Jie, you sleep; I hurt you."

Young Miss An said indifferently, "Every woman has this day, it's nothing."

As she spoke, the sound of rustling came from the bed.

Following that, An Chenyu rolled toward the inner side of the bed, turned her bottom toward the other side, and then said while lying on her side, "Little Song, goodnight."

"Goodnight," Song Cheng replied, then found the black cloth from the drawer.

This black cloth was the one he had pulled across the window on his wedding night; it blocked light very well.

The youth wrapped the black cloth around his eyes.

The world turned into an ink-wash painting style once again.

He grabbed his Fine Blade like a staff and walked out the door again.

Outside the room, there was wind and sound; his Heart Eye, along with his now-keen perception, directly constructed a scene almost synchronized with the outside world.

Since he had to be a blind man for a while, there were some things he still needed to test.

He had chatted happily with the County Magistrate and the County Lieutenant during the Daytime.

But if he were blind, those two might go back on their word.

Of course, people's mouths can lie, but "favorability" cannot; if the two's favorability dropped, Song Cheng would continue his original plan: build a persona and find them to talk.

As for White Camel Manor, if his vision were good, he had intended to go and see it; if it weren't stable enough, he would self-sabotage to fail the selection; but now, he didn't intend to go anymore.

What is the essence of White Camel Manor? A loser in the imperial struggle, clinging to life in the territory of one prefecture, sharing Hanping Prefecture with Zhushan Temple and the Mountain River Martial Hall.

To put it bluntly, this is a place of trouble.

His goal in becoming stronger is to keep himself and his loved ones in a safe living environment at all times.

If one goes to a place of trouble just to become stronger, isn't that putting the cart before the horse?

The youth leaned on his Fine Blade, walking back and forth in this courtyard to re-adapt to his new world of perception.

He no longer controlled the outside through sight, but through hearing, taste, and perception.

The brick-paved ground, the corridors, the east and west wing rooms, the tea shed, and the pond that had already grown green duckweed.

In the pond, some fish were not yet asleep, swimming among the water weeds.

The sound of water ripples, the sound of the heavenly wind, the sound of trees, the steady breathing of the young women behind the house, the sound of the night watchman in the distance—everything constituted a wonderful world that normal people could not see.

Song Cheng felt an inexplicable peace in his heart; the black cloth covering his eyes was blown by the night wind, snapping loudly.

In the early morning, sunlight shone upon this small county town.

If one looked down from a high place, one would find that the light only shone here, from top to bottom, like a small well.

And outside this small well, there was a rumbling haze.

Those hazes were like a curling ocean, vast and boundless.

Last night was still very peaceful.

The wave of Ghost Tide four days ago seemed to have reached its peak and had now subsided; even the repair work on the city gates was almost finished.

The city gate bolts had been reinforced by the blacksmiths in the city, and behind every city gate, sufficient lamp oil and sacks were prepared.

Some sacks were filled with pebbles, used to block the gates; others were filled with firewood, used to ignite the lamp oil.

Ghosts fear fire, so this work could be considered quite targeted.

At this time, in the County Magistrate's residence, "Shanghe County County Magistrate Chen Hou" and "Shanghe County County Lieutenant Ouyang Fei," as Internal Affairs Disciples of White Camel Manor, were eating a luxurious breakfast; besides the usual steamed white flour cakes, there was plenty of pork and mutton mixed with pepper and fermented soybeans—if a Martial Artist wants to maintain their strength, they must eat meat every day.

The two were chatting about some things.

Matters concerning Song Cheng.

"Ouyang, have you found out?"

"Found out," Ouyang Fei flicked his hand, wiped the oil from his mouth, and said, "After several inquiries, I finally got to the bottom of Brother Song.

He, he was previously a clerk at Huichun Hall in Tanghe Village, a genuine blind man.

He escaped from that ghost village and was saved by people from the Ruyi Chamber of Commerce."

"A blind man?" Chen Hou fell into silence and thought, then asked casually, "Do you suspect he is not human?"

A blind man, a clerk, running out of a ghost village, not only recovering his vision but also having his strength greatly increased—how could it not be suspicious? Ouyang Fei shook his head and said, "Not necessarily; if he were, our city would have been breached long ago. Besides that, there is the fact that he can cultivate.

Ghosts cannot do that."

His talent for cultivation is terrifyingly extreme.

The "Flicking Willow Strength" technique is unique to the Ruyi Chamber of Commerce; Brother Song shouldn't have had contact with it before, yet he only spent a very short time practicing it to such a realm.

He is a true monster, a monster of cultivation.

And the eyes... you and I both know that in that kind of ghost place, it's not strange for any supernatural event to occur.

Now that blood is flowing from his eyes, nine times out of ten, it is also related to the supernatural."

Chen Hou thought for a moment, nodded, and said, "Then, let's do that."

"After the Ghost Tide recedes, we will write a letter to recommend this young talent to the Manor Master."

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river; today he might still need to rely on us a little, but in the future, I fear we will all have to look up to him."

"Such a good connection is rare; there is no need to make an enemy of him."

Ouyang Fei nodded, then let out a long sigh: "Comparing people to others is infuriating; we struggled with our lives just to cultivate Strength, yet who would have thought that young man would cultivate it so casually? He will not only become an Inner Sect Disciple, but he might even become the personal disciple of some Elder or even the Manor Master."

This County Lieutenant, who held power in the county, revealed a look of envy.

He could already imagine Song Cheng's future life.

Joining a sect, then following the rules, competing with fellow disciples, obtaining more resources and techniques, and cultivating slowly.

Cultivating from the Jin Realm to the Form Realm, and then to realms even higher.

Perhaps he would encounter setbacks and hardships, but with the help of his Master Sect and his own talent, he would always be able to overcome them, and then improve with every overcoming.

After improving, Song Cheng would go out for training with his fellow disciples.

Thus, step by step, walking to a realm he could no longer see.

How enviable.

Ouyang Fei slapped his thigh, then buried his head in eating meat, the fat on his cheeks wobbling as he chewed.

As he was wobbling, a servant suddenly came to report from outside.

"Master, Mr. Song has arrived."

Chen Hou said, "Quickly invite him in."

The servant hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping.

Chen Hou glared and said, "Speak."

The servant then said, "Mr. Song has a piece of black cloth wrapped around his eyes, and the saber in his hand is tapping the ground like a cane; he... he seems to be blind."

Chen Hou was stunned, and he and Ouyang Fei stood up in shock at the same time.

They were just talking about recommending a talent, and in the next breath, this talent is blind? How could they still recommend him?

Before long, the two saw Song Cheng again, and both were somewhat silent.

As for how Song Cheng's eyes were injured, the two could guess it was related to the supernatural, so there was nothing worth asking.

For a time, the three were actually somewhat awkward.

Song Cheng sighed and said, "I am afraid I will have to let down your good intentions; as for the matter of the ten thousand taels, I have already spoken to An Jie."

Ouyang Fei was dumbfounded upon hearing this.

He had just been imagining Song Cheng's future life, and in the blink of an eye, it was completely overturned? However, hearing Song Cheng say this, he suddenly stood up and said, "Brother Song, don't mention the ten thousand taels. The problem isn't that you let us down, but that I need to repay your life-saving grace."

Chen Hou had originally been pondering, "Since he has become a blind man, should I go back on my word and ask the Ruyi Chamber of Commerce for the ten thousand taels?" At this moment, hearing Ouyang Fei say this, his heart suddenly stirred: It is better not to offend such a monster.

Thus, he also hurriedly said, "Brother Song, don't mention this matter; there is no ten thousand taels, there never was. Saying it like that makes us strangers."

Song Cheng looked at the two quietly from behind the black cloth.

One had a favorability of 90, the other 85; neither had changed.

He bowed slightly and said, "Many thanks."

The three chatted for a while longer, and then Song Cheng left.

Along the way, everyone who saw him was whispering.

Most were surprised and regretful, but some were gloating: A blind man? Isn't he just weaker now? Song Cheng walked on as if nothing had happened.

Suddenly, he felt the two eyeballs behind the black cloth turn cold, colder and colder, as if frozen by frost and snow, becoming two lumps of ice.

Flesh, blood, and nerves all turned cold along with them; he stopped his steps, enduring this coldness.

It must be that something happened on Yun E's side again; as for what happened, he did not know. After a long, long time, suddenly, he discovered that the panel had changed.

【Name: Song Cheng】

【Talent: Chang Sheng Bu Lao】

【Realm: Yellow Grade Grade B】

【Skills】

Ghost Tower Meditation Method (?) (Completion) (+)

【Taboo】

1. Blessing of the Drowned Ghost 2. Peering of the Human-Skin Ghost Two changes.

One, a long-lost "+" sign had actually appeared after the "Ghost Tower Meditation Method"; this meant it could be deduced.

Two, in the 【Taboo】 column, "Peering of the Human-Skin Ghost" had inexplicably appeared.

He looked at the "+" sign.

A line of information appeared: 【Taboo influence brings mutation; you have a 10% chance to deduce a new meditation method】

Song Cheng:??? This is... the Human-Skin Ghost attacked Yun E, and then peered at him through Yun E. But this kind of peering actually fed back into his meditation method, just like how his pair of Ghost Eyes turned the pagoda into a Ghost Tower before? This works too? (End of chapter)