Blind Spot
Chapter 479 - 437 Integrate Three

Chapter 479: 437 Integrate Three

"Just kidding," Qiu Ming chuckled. "Of course, your body is indeed failing fast, and I wasn’t wrong about the terminal illness. It’s just not that rare. Given the state of your body’s overexertion, bloodline awakening might still save you now, but any other methods..."

She shook her head.

From the feeling of her vital energy, she could tell that this woman’s internal condition had reached a desperate stage.

Her organs were so intertwined with the malicious disease that they had almost become one; unless she could get a brand-new body, otherwise...

But obtaining a new body through martial arts bloodline was only possible for an extremely small number of elite divine techniques and bloodlines, so... this woman might as well wait for death.

"I...." Guo Yurong’s heart sank as she looked at the emaciated expression of the woman before her.

She couldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe that she had suddenly contracted a terminal illness.

But the person in front of her was a stranger with no reason to deceive her.

Li Chengyi also sensed carefully and immediately noticed the abnormal state of Guo Yurong’s body, sighing inwardly.

He took out a few more Gold Leaves and placed them in her hands. Without a word, he just patted her shoulder and turned to leave.

"Hey, you’re just going to leave like that?" Qiu Ming was startled and hurriedly followed him.

"..." Li Chengyi didn’t say much; he was neither kith nor kin to the woman, and helping her out of past acquaintanceship was already quite kind. Was he expected to take full responsibility for her?

"Heh, you have a kind heart. In times of chaos like these, only a heart as cold as iron can take you further. You’re much kinder than I used to be," Qiu Ming laughed a few times.

She had seen that the woman, though grimy, was quite pretty and had thought Li Chengyi might take the opportunity to take her in.

"Next, we’ll go to the Town Guard Mansion to ask around. If there’s still no clue..." Li Chengyi’s expression was somber.

"Then we’ll issue a wanted notice. It’s the fastest way, as long as you’re willing to spend the money," Qiu Ming suggested.

"Okay," Li Chengyi nodded.

In an instant, the two disappeared at the end of the street, heading toward the Town Guard Mansion.

Unfortunately, the result was still fruitless, and in the end, Li Chengyi had no choice but to return to Quling Mansion. Following Qiu Ming’s advice, he prepared to issue a wanted notice to search for Wang Yiheng on a large scale.

Though he was prepared to issue a reward, deep down, he also braced for the possibility that Wang Yiheng was already gone.

Without rest throughout the night, the two returned to Quling Mansion.

The turmoil from the extermination of the Ouyang Family had completely dissipated. Those who were forcefully converted into the Spirit Fusion True Seal Form with red eye disease were all dealt with, one way or another.

Whether killed or imprisoned, in any case, the city remained as before.

The flow of people moved like water, coming and going. The surroundings were still maintained by teams patrolling, protecting the fields, hunting wild beasts and savages.

The previous upheaval ended so swiftly that only a very small area of the city was affected. The rest of the vast majority operated as usual, not to mention that Quling Mansion was built alongside the sea, relying on the trade of sea-faring slaves supporting its backbone.

Such deadly fights and casualties weren’t new; there were numerous such events, even in the past.

The city had long since established a complete post-calamity mechanism. And for the ordinary people, it merely provided some extra gossip over meals and tea.

Inside Tian Ju Pavilion.

Large patches of Yin eyes gleamed with an eerie, dim color under the dawn sunlight.

They writhed, constantly peering toward various parts of the city.

In a courtyard within the pavilion.

Sunlight streamed down, transformed into thick beams, falling upon a white-haired Taoist.

The Taoist was dressed in a dark red robe, the sleeves of which bore two crescent moons embroidered with white patterns edged in silver thread, surrounded by tiny characters resembling tadpoles.

He was the most powerful person overseeing the situation in the entire Quling Mansion — the Taoist Yin Yue.

To the naked eye, he appeared to have only a red vertical mark on his forehead, different from ordinary people, but... if someone could get within ten meters of him, they would naturally feel a bone-chilling coldness.

"Master, Qiu Ming and that Yi Chen have returned," Yun Song reported quietly from a corner of the courtyard.

"That prodigy?... Bring him to see," the Taoist said with casual indifference.

Though Quling Mansion wasn’t considered strong in all of Shaoyin Country, that was because it didn’t have many masters.

In terms of quality alone, he alone was equivalent to the combined strength of many other city masters.

"Yes."

Within the courtyard, Yun Song flicked his finger, sending a wisp of Blood Essence flying out as a red streak.

Soon, footsteps approached from outside the courtyard.

Qiu Ming led Li Chengyi through the entrance, unobstructed. Stopping about fifteen meters away from Yin Yue, Qiu Ming gave a deep bow to her master, clasping her fists.

Li Chengyi performed the salute of an official.

"Are you Yi Chen?" Yin Yue looked at him with a hint of curiosity. After learning that Yi Chen had wiped out the Ouyang Family and defeated his own highly regarded core disciple, Tiancan, he became somewhat curious.

Now looking at Yi Chen, the man was two meters tall, with an ordinary young face, and at first glance, appeared no different from the common martial practitioner.

"Are you willing to start a new faction in the city, or would you prefer to return to your original position and continue to serve the Imperial Court?" Yin Yue asked lightly.

Li Chengyi, with his head lowered, replied.

"This humble official would like to continue serving the Imperial Court."

"Not a bad choice," Yin Yue laughed lightly, "I heard you won against my disciple Tiancan. Is that true?"

"Yes," Li Chengyi nodded.

"How long have you been practicing martial arts?" Yin Yue inquired.

"I started when I was young."

"Then... now attack me with all your might," Yin Yue said as his left hand hung down, his palm suddenly split open revealing a dark red eyeball, which rapidly scanned left and right, quickly locking onto the position where Li Chengyi stood.

"?" Li Chengyi was slightly taken aback. The abruptness of the other’s jump in logic made him wonder if he had misheard.

"Just attack me with all you’ve got. Let me see what exactly you relied on to defeat Tiancan," instructed Yin Yue with a relaxed expression.

Clearly, from his perspective, he didn’t believe the news of Li Chengyi defeating Tiancan, so he wanted to see for himself.

The Dragon Silkworm Ten Divine Transformation technique of Tiancan was personally tailored for him by Yin Yue, who knew its power better than anyone.

But for Wang Yichen, a man of lowly origin and practicing mediocre martial arts – a True Qi Martial Practitioner – claiming he had high talent and could defeat Tiancan... that seemed far-fetched.

"Town Guard... be careful." This time, Li Chengyi heard clearly.

He immediately stood up straight, and streams of white vapor began to coil around him, soon covering half of the courtyard area.

Within the white vapor, a pair of large, pale golden pupils emerged, gazing at Yin Yue.

"Hmm?" Taoist Yin Yue’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Interesting."

Before his words fell, a thunderous explosion sounded.

The ground of the courtyard trembled violently; the white vapor exploded, and a gigantic shadow, fifteen meters tall, burst out from it.

Li Chengyi transformed into the Spirit Fusion True Seal Form, his huge halberd crashing down towards Yin Yue.

The colossal Tri-pointed Halberd was almost as large as Yin Yue with just one of its blades.

A terrifying whistling sound compressed the air, and in the blink of an eye, a layer of flame adhered to the Tri-pointed Halberd.

’Dragon Slay!’ Li Chengyi didn’t hold back. Except for the Flower Language Technique, he was using all his strength at this moment, including the intangible fusion of the Bone Armor of the Floral Dress.

The Tri-pointed Halberd loomed like dark clouds overhead, completely enveloping the area where Yin Yue stood.

This strike carried a terrifying impact force of at least thirty thousand tons, stacked with ten times the speed of sound.

Clang!

But right when the Tri-pointed Halberd was about to touch Taoist Yin Yue, a pure silver crescent moon suddenly lit up in front of him.

The crescent moon, shaped like a scythe and towering over Yin Yue’s entire body, perfectly shielded him as it collided head-on with the descending Tri-pointed Halberd.

Hum!!!

At their collision, there was no anticipated huge noise, but rather just the air being squeezed and displaced, along with whirlwinds stirring within the courtyard.

The strong wind made the robes of Yun Song and others nearby flap wildly, and a great amount of dust on the ground was picked up and scattered all around.

The Tri-pointed Halberd in Li Chengyi’s hands shook violently, but it simply could not smash down; it felt as if it had hit a huge mass of cotton, with all its force negated. He wanted to add strength, but it was like hitting nothingness, unable to advance further.

The halberd was as though mired in mud, immovable.

"Hm... not bad... Your body’s potential is good, strong talent, three times Spirit Fusion True Seal... No wonder you could win over Tiancan..." At this moment, Yin Yue’s calm eyes slowly widened.

"...Three... Third Seal?!"

Yun Song and the others beside him were taken aback upon hearing this.

Initially, they had thought Li Chengyi was just a common genius, having only a Single Seal fusion to defeat Tiancan, but now, it seemed this fellow was not single, but a Third Seal!

"No wonder... with a Third Seal, that makes sense," Qiu Ming said with a solemn expression.

"A common Blood Essence Martial Artist, if their bloodline is cultivated to utmost potential, counts as one seal. If they then practice a technique and achieve Spirit Fusion, that makes two. But to be at the Third Seal at this age..." Du Her shook his bulky head, somewhat baffled and unable to comprehend.

"There’s another possibility," said Qiu Ming. "If the bloodline he inherited is a fusion of the True Seal, then inherently, it’s a two-seal bloodline. After Spirit Fusion, it becomes a Third Seal!"

Her expression grave, the rarity of two-seal bloodlines was evident to them.

"Two-seal bloodlines... Tiancan is also a two-seal bloodline, right? Even with the same Spirit Fusion, he still couldn’t win..." Yun Song frowned, glancing at Tiancan beside him who looked displeased.

"What are you looking at me for? You’re all just single-seal bloodlines, right? Careful or I’ll hit you!" Tiancan angrily rebuked.

"A two-seal bloodline would at least require ancestors who were Spirit Fusion masters consecutively. But the Wang Family... pardon my bluntness, I’ve never heard of such a millennium family in Shaoyin Country," Yun Song continued.

"So, there’s only one answer," Qiu Ming said with a steely gaze, focusing on the two figures in the center of the scene.

"He’s not really Wang Yichen! He must be of a foreign noble bloodline adopted by the Wang family from somewhere else!"

"You’re not from the Wang family?" At this moment, even Taoist Yin Yue frowned slightly. "But the True Seal imprint on you is exactly the Wang family’s True Seal spirit form..."

As a Town Guard, with his long life, he naturally had made efforts to collect all the chartings of True Seal spirits.

Though the Wang family was considered lowly, they were included in his collection of information as well.

For such a True Seal spirit known primarily for its healing abilities, he had some recollection.

But now...

Such a True Seal spirit, previously deemed trivial...

As he looked at the fifteen-meter-tall giant figure of the Great Deer Folk opposite him, with its terrifying muscular definition, thick ash-colored Bone Armor, and ferocious giant deer antlers...

It hardly looked useless...

In this form, a single slap could kill an average Fusion Imprint Martial Artist.

"The most likely scenario is that you inherently possess a two-seal bloodline, and while cultivating the Wang family’s Qingyuan Dan technique, you developed your bloodline to its peak, mastered martial arts to the level of Spirit Fusion True Seal Form, and eventually ended up looking like this," Taoist Yin Yue, as a martial arts apex master, was no stranger to the Shaoyin Imperial Court’s Heaven Ranking, holding the seventh position.

In the rankings of all Town Guards, he could be placed in the top three.

Not to mention, those were rankings from a hundred years ago, and the Heaven Ranking could only be based on past achievements; who really knew his current position?

After all, since his defeat by Song Yunhe, Yin Yue had not slacked off in these years.

He was always preparing to challenge the State Preceptor again.

Indeed, no one wished to dryly guard a city, unable to move for hundreds of years.