Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy Chapter 59 - 58. Jiao Mountain

Chapter 59: 58. Jiao Mountain

Chapter 59: 58. Jiao Mountain

At the end of April, birds chirped, and a young blind boy sat in the courtyard, clad in a mysterious robe.

Unaffected by the world’s splendor, he felt a profound peace within.

The closer the chaos ca, the more one needed peace of mind.

He glanced at the panel:

[Attribute Points: 146 points]

[Realm: Yellow Level Grade B]

[Cultivation Technique]

True Form of Xuanwu (4 forms) (Yellow Level Grade B) (Perfection) ( )

Flying Wheel Force (Yellow Level Grade C) (Uninitiated (2/4))

Cleave Force (Yellow Level Grade C) (Uninitiated (1/4))

Barbarian Bear Force (Yellow Level Grade C) (Uninitiated (0/4)) (Conflicts with existing cultivation techniques)

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Among them, the “Cleave Force” was obtained through “exchange” with the Giant Axe Martial Arts Hall, and surprisingly it fit well; whereas “Barbarian Bear Force” was acquired from “exchange” with the Great Bear Martial Arts Hall, and wasn’t as fortunate.

After obtaining them, he began to practice by himself.

He cultivated quickly and in a manner that seed to overlook all.

Shouldn’t it be extrely fast for soone who had attained Great Perfection in the Form Realm to practice a Force Realm cultivation technique?

Indeed, Song Cheng felt that his practice went smoothly.

Yet after a full eight days, his “Flying Wheel Force” advanced by only 2 points, and Cleave Force took four days to advance by 1 point.

At this mont, he had two choices: One, to simulate the battle thods of “True Form of Xuanwu”; two, to practice “Flying Wheel Force” or “Cleave Force.”

’80 points to simulate “True Form of Xuanwu” until success.’

The boy made a decision.

Instantly, a profound feeling surged.

Form and intention beca one, and Gang Qi sprang forth; in the Ti Fragnt, he practiced “Transforming into Jiao” day and night, but it was still insufficient.

So he stepped onto the arena, transforming into a gladiator, and fought against people with blurred faces.

In constant bouts, he refined killing moves that aligned with form and intention.

Finally, in a life-and-death struggle, he narrowly won and realized a move derived from “Transforming into Jiao”: Shadowless.

On the arena, battles changed in an instant, requiring not only imnse strength but also sufficient speed to grasp that sliver of life.

“Transforming into Jiao” still had form, but “Shadowless” was formless like a dragon.

A slash was made with extre speed.

Gradually, he beca the perennial victor in the arena.

The move Shadowless made spectators occasionally shout excitedly, “Blade King, Shadowless Blade King.”

But he knew it wasn’t enough.

His cultivation technique could harbor even greater power.

He hadn’t yet pursued a move that corresponded to the cultivation technique.

Day after day, year after year, he pursued a more exquisite blade technique but found he couldn’t break through the confines of “Shadowless.”

His stamina began to wane, gray hair appeared at his temples, and a new crowd replaced the spectators, weary of his lingering presence on the arena.

Finally, one day, he faced an extrely strong bladesman.

This bladesman far surpassed ordinary contenders.

Perhaps the audience had grown tired of him, so they found a master to end him?

He was unafraid, wielding his blade in response just as always.

But he was already old, weary.

His “Shadowless” speed was no longer as fast, yet his opponent was brutally intense, overpowering him with no chance to retaliate.

He could only barely resist, with the “Shadowless Blade” no longer used to kill, but to barely hold on.

Then, he suddenly realized sothing: Perhaps… his empty left hand could be paired with a shield. If there was a shield, the blade and shield combined in offense and defense, wouldn’t that be good?

Perhaps this was the terrifying move he sought in his youth that could unleash his power.

At the thought, it seed like many years had passed.

The boy opened his eyes again.

The panel had changed:

[Skill]

Xuanwu Style Two (Yellow Level Grade B) (Blade and Shield) (Minor Accomplishnt (4/32))

Simulation succeeded on the fourteenth attempt, and the remaining points were all added to the “Xuanwu Style Two.”

Song Cheng looked at the minor accomplishnt of “Xuanwu Style Two.” He knew that the so-called “Minor Accomplishnt” was in fact the first move he had mastered—Shadowless.

As for the second move, he had just begun to find a trace.

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The boy checked the stats: 90~149, the upper limit increased by 8 points.

He pondered briefly and continued to allocate points.

’29 points, comprehend “Xuanwu Style Two.”‘

The mont the points were allocated, the proficiency in “Xuanwu Style Two” instantly changed to “Great Achievent (1/64).”

The profound feeling resurfaced.

In the “Ti Fragnt,” he beca a young boy again, but this ti, his left arm held a large shield, taller than half a person.

He decided to fray his technique on the battlefield with the blade and shield.

On the battlefield, blades have no eyes, and it was as if he was drowned amidst raging waves, struggling every day, also honing…

After a great battle, he finally realized a move—”Jiao Mountain.”

The shield was a mountain, concealing him.

Yet this mountain was full of lethal intent, always ready to take the life of those who entered, like a mountain hiding a man-eating dragon, hence the na “Jiao Mountain.”

It was an offensive and defensive, unified move, a solid shield paired with the Shadowless blade to form a slaughtering move.

However, he only understood it, but was not yet proficient.

At the sa ti, he felt this mountain was only taking shape, still lacking in solidity.

He needed more ti to practice this move.

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The boy opened his eyes again, seeing that the stats hadn’t changed.

Why?

Was it because he didn’t have a shield?

He furrowed his brows, stood up, headed out, and arrived at a training ground where many guards and even children were practicing martial arts. He swept a glance at the weapon rack, didn’t “see” a “shield,” so he swiftly ran off again.

So guards were just about to greet the young master when they saw him suddenly running, and were puzzled. Soone nearby said, “The young master must have beco fascinated with martial arts,” then soone else said, “The young master is so strong, how could he achieve that without so obsession? We should all learn from the young master,” and then another one mocked, “If you had one-tenth of the young master’s talent, then you could learn from him”…

In response, Gao Lin, who was leading the elite guards during the drill, coughed and reprimanded, “Focus.”

Everyone imdiately fell silent.

However, Gao Lin was also quite curious.

What was the young master looking for?

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Finally, with Ling’s help, Song Cheng entered the storehouse and retrieved a round iron shield that could cover half the body.

When he grasped the round shield, his stats suddenly jumped from “90~149” to “93~164.”

Not only did the upper limit change, even the lower limit changed.

Was it because the shield’s combat power was 3?

Was this encouraging one to wield more weapons?

No…

A weapon couldn’t simply be held, it had to be wielded, and the two weapons had to be completely integrated.

With this thought, the boy tightened the strap of the round shield and slung it over his back.

Ling looked at him in amazent.

‘Young master, do you… use a shield?’

Song Cheng said, “Just trying it out.”

Ling was speechless.

Who in the martial arts world seriously used a shield? At most, the army’s front-line heavy infantry used a shield against cavalry.

Song Cheng didn’t explain further, instead carrying the shield while leaning on the blade.

Appearance wasn’t that important; what mattered was that this form made him the strongest.

Nine days ago, he had just displayed his strength to Sister An.

But in a blink, he had beco even stronger than then.

He never had a limit.

He would always swiftly leave behind the self of yesterday.

Nine days ago, his peak was no longer his…

Because he had already climbed higher.

This was the benefit of “leveraging power” while “in a stable environnt.”

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That evening, the three won saw Song Cheng’s new look and all smiled.

Madam Tong laughed the hardest, bursting into laughter without any reserve, saying, “Why are you carrying a shield?” Ying stifled her laughter, and Miss An raised her hand to cover her mouth.

However, once An Chenyu confird her man indeed required a shield, she said nothing more and dispatched guards with gold to the Prefectural City to find Master Shuimo to forge a “chanical shield” with excellent materials.

A shield was inconvenient, but the “chanical shield” was like a ball, and when needed, a chanism could be triggered in advance to make the ball quickly expand into a large shield.

It was handy but costly, as anything prefixed with “chanical” wasn’t cheap.

Yet ordinary people were unaware of such “chanical weapons.”

This illustrated the benefit of vast knowledge and experience.

When you have wealth, you know where and whom to spend it on, rather than trading a household “iron hoe for a golden hoe.”

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anwhile, as the guards dispatched by Miss An headed to the Prefectural City, a cavalry squad of six was also coming swiftly towards Shanghe County from there.

At the forefront were an elder and a young man.

The elder looked mighty, his face weathered, carrying a long blade on his back.

The young man, however, was chattering, complaining, “My backside hurts from all the bumping.”

After a few complaints, he said, “Mr. Wang, why is my sister so indiscreet? It hasn’t been long since we t, and she casually found a wild man, even a blind one? Tsk tsk tsk, how desperate must she be?”

The elder reminded, “That blind man is at the Peak of Force Realm.”

The young man sneered, “Even at the peak, there are differences. No matter how strong he is, can he compare to Mr. Wang?”

The elder smiled proudly.

Thanks to the family’s trust, he had been taught the “Extre Force.”

He had now perfected “Extre Force” and integrated it with “Willow Brushing Force,” forming a dual-force twisting slash.

Despite being at the Peak of Force Realm, he was beyond the ordinary peak.

This elder was Mr. Wang of the An Family, and the young man was An Chenyu’s elder brother—An Changsheng.

At ho, upon hearing “An Chenyu had arranged a marriage herself,” the patriarch was extrely angry and decided to teach this motherless wench a lesson.

The An Family was a reputable family; hierarchy and respect were clear, and such disregard for rules was intolerable.

Thus, “An Family’s top master” Mr. Wang was dispatched to accompany An Changsheng to Shanghe County.

This ti, they aid to seize the token and escort An Chenyu back to the Prefectural City An Family for disciplinary action per family law!

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