Blind Spot
Chapter 591 - 542 White 2

Chapter 591: 542 White 2

In the final ten seconds, the fat woman finally realized what was happening.

"Are you talking about Xiao Ke? Her name is Keya, she’s my daughter, and I don’t know who the father is. If you want to adopt her, it’s not entirely out of the question. But the money... after all, I’ve raised her to this age, she’s already thirteen..."

In an instant, she deemed Li Chengyi to be a pervert with a liking for little girls, and immediately began to bargain with him.

"Name your price," Li Chengyi said indifferently.

Two minutes later.

He walked out of the shop, carrying the little girl Keya under his arm, and continued to stroll leisurely deep into the street.

Keya was tucked under his arm, motionless, and still had a buzzing in her head.

Was she being sold?

For one hundred and fifty thousand, sold to a strange man whose full name she didn’t even know??

Just two minutes ago, she was doing homework, rushing to finish in time to help with dinner.

In the next two minutes, she was picked up like a decorative object, cradled under the man’s armpit, and led away without a thought.

"Mr. Li, could you please put me down... I can walk by myself," Keya managed to say after a while, her mind still in disarray, making the request voluntarily.

"Please don’t worry, I won’t run away," she quickly added. "Although I don’t know why you spent money on me, I guess it’s definitely not for... that reason."

Perhaps because she grew up in a red-light district, she was quite frank when talking about matters between men and women, even natural, without any sense of shame.

"Of course, child," Li Chengyi replied.

He set the little girl down on the ground and steadied her. Only then did he notice that one of her legs was crippled.

Not only that, but she also had a fierce scar on the side of her neck, which had been previously covered by her long hair and had escaped his notice.

The scar was deep and long, looking as if it nearly severed half her neck.

"Don’t worry about it, it wasn’t my mother who did this," Keya said lightly, touching the scar on her neck.

"Once, some thugs came to the shop to collect money. My mother couldn’t help but talk back to them, and one of them attacked her with a knife. My mother dodged behind me, used me to shield herself, and then this happened."

"You are very strong," Li Chengyi nodded. No wonder her consciousness power was so much stronger than others, even at such a young age.

It was indeed a helpless experience.

"Don’t blame my mother, she is mentally ill. Sometimes she’s normal, and sometimes she can’t control herself when she has an episode," Keya murmured.

The pair, one large, one small, continued down the street, Li Chengyi listening to her talk. After a moment of thought, he directly asked another question.

"Do you go to school?"

"No, I’ve read some books I stole from others, and there was a boy who liked me and gave me a set. But after I scarred my own face, he never came back," Keya replied.

"You are quite remarkable. Your past hardships have honed a strong will. That’s why I chose you," Li Chengyi reflected that the method to condense the Human-Faced Spirit Sword was actually in line with the Faceless Sword Sect’s previous techniques, relying on a parasitic approach.

He would implant one of his Primordial Spirit seeds into the target’s mind, allowing it to absorb the target’s will, emulate its growth, expand, become larger, and stronger, until it reached sublimation.

This was a long process, which was why many elders in the Thousand Face Sword Canon practiced at an extremely slow pace.

"What’s next?" Keya asked. "What do I need to do for you?"

"...I don’t know. I didn’t choose you out of pity, but because there is something I need from you. However, now I feel as if I may have made some mistake..." Li Chengyi furrowed his brows slightly.

"..." Keya suddenly held her breath. She felt that he might have regrets and she could be sent back, back to that hellish place!

"Don’t be afraid, it has nothing to do with you, and I won’t send you back," Li Chengyi said, "In exchange for buying you, you’ll have to work for me. That’s not a problem, is it? According to the Federation law, you must adhere to the terms of the contract we just agreed on."

"No problem...." Keya let out a long sigh of relief.

She didn’t know what she was going to do, nor what the future held. All she knew was that she didn’t have to go back.

That was enough for now.

Whatever else transpired, it couldn’t be worse than before and could only get better. There was nothing to worry about.

After that, the two moved along the street, stopping at several other places quickly.

This time, Li Chengyi did not get close to the new targets he found, but instead observed them from afar and then marked them with his consciousness power.

The second target was a retired soldier who, in order to pay for his son’s medical treatment, had no choice but to work hard on a construction site lifting heavy items.

He possessed an iron-like will, his consciousness power much stronger than that of the people around him.

The third target was a congenitally blind pianist, who carried a portable accordion, sitting at a street corner playing for every passerby.

The fourth target was a dwarf beggar with disabilities in his limbs, crawling on the ground to move about.

In total four targets made up the individuals Li Chengyi found, with strong wills, potentially able to undergo the sublimation of the Human-Faced Spirit Sword.

He planted the consciousness seeds silently and invisibly into the minds of these four people, rooting and hiding them.

Then he would wait for the right moment.

This was the first step in forging the sword.

The consciousness seeds would not interfere with their lives but would be receptive to their emotions.

Of course, Li Chengyi did not place all his hopes on these four individuals. In the days that followed, he wandered through the city every day, searching for suitable candidates to sprinkle with consciousness seeds.

And Keya was the only person he kept by his side.

Besides that, he also officially started searching for suitable plants all around to complete the evolution and fill in the gaps of the Twelve Floral Languages.

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In the blink of an eye, two years had passed...

"I have to trouble you again, Niya," Li Chengyi said with a natural smile to Durania in the office.

"No problem, I’m glad to be of help," Durania laughed as she jumped down from the truck, which was not transporting colorful crystals this time, but rather plants of Wisteria Flowers.

The Wisteria Flowers here were called Ziling Flowers, named by the locals, but for the ease of memory, Li Chengyi still called them Wisteria.

"If it weren’t for Niya, it would have taken me much longer to find so many on my own," Li Chengyi said earnestly. "You really have helped me a lot."

"Mr. Chengyi, you flatter me too much..." Durania replied, unable to suppress her laughter.

"However, I’ve heard that fights, brawls, and shootings have been happening frequently in the city lately. You need to be careful when you go out, Niya. Make sure to bring enough bodyguards," Nilan cautioned softly on the side.

These years, she had grown accustomed to hard work. High-intensity cleaning tasks honed her efficient and straightforward cleaning skills.

She could perfectly clean the two-story building with a basement five times within two hours, without missing a spot.

Dunis had become the office manager, while Xiao Ke was also starting her education and joining the ranks of assistants.

"I understand," Niya nodded.

"By the way, Niya, should I transfer the money for these flowers to you?" Li Chengyi brought up.

"No need, it’s not a significant amount of money, just consider it a gift from me," Niya smiled.

"Well, if you say so, I won’t be polite then," Li Chengyi said as though he intended to pay, but his hands didn’t even reach into his pockets, clearly resolved to take the offer for free.

In these two years, he had placed orders with Niya more than once, but each time she had waived the bill.

The total value of such large orders being waived continuously made him suspect that Niya’s father was indirectly investing in him.

So afterwards, when Li Chengyi accepted various goods and wealth, he did so with peace of mind and regarded it as natural.

In these two years, he had also made many contingencies in Ludian City. Several gangs in the slums were under his secret control, and the number of people who received the Consciousness Seed had reached over two hundred.

Among these people, a few showed extraordinary potential and were very likely to achieve the Sublimation and forge the Human-Faced Spirit Sword.

He was now always keeping an eye on those few with potential.

Before long, all the Wisteria Flowers had been unloaded from the truck.

The truck departed, and Niya got in the vehicle, waving goodbye before following it back.

Leaving the office, the truck drove through the city area, crossed a small river, and entered a vast grassland.

In the center of the grassland, a large brown castle appeared in front of everyone.

Niya got off the truck and switched to a white three-wheeled cart, shaking unsteadily towards the castle.

Soon, she reached the fountain pool in front of the castle.

Niya got off the cart and ran towards a man with a large grey-haired comb-over who was talking to someone by the pool.

"Father!" she called out cheerfully.

"Back already? Did you go out and squander money again?" The man turned around, revealing a stern and icy face with a prominent nose.

His nose was large and he bore a strong resemblance to his daughter, making it obvious at a glance that he was her biological father.

"It’s my own private money, after all. You said you wouldn’t intervene in how I use it," Niya countered, wagging her finger with a laugh.

"The main issue is, how much can you really spend? You could scatter it for a lifetime and still not run out, you wouldn’t even reach one percent of its growth rate. I’ve told you so many times, spending money is an art, it takes learning. Anyway, I don’t have the time to deal with you. Be careful lately; people from the Holy Nation of Light have infiltrated the Federation Country. They are arresting people everywhere. I can’t stay long this time after coming back; soon I’ll have to go to the Holy Nation of Light," he said.

He truly had no energy to worry about what his daughter did. As long as she was safe, nothing else mattered.

The current priority was the increasing assertiveness of the Holy Nation of Light, forcing many church groups and nations to unite against them.

As one of the Federation’s most prominent merchants who, in secret, was one of the six division leaders of the Holy Nation of Light’s commercial alliance here, he needed to prepare a vast amount of materials and resources for the Holy Nation of Light.

The needed materials were too numerous and precious, many unobtainable with money alone, requiring extensive coordination of connections.

At such a time, his daughter spending some of her own private money was trifling, something he simply couldn’t afford to be concerned with.

"I understand. Don’t worry, I didn’t even spend a tenth of the pocket money you gave me last time," Niya said gently. "You should take care of yourself, Father. Don’t overwork yourself to the point of collapse."

"I’m fine... just a bit tired..."

Niya’s father, Fulman, extended his hand and gently pinched his daughter’s cheek.

"It’s all because of those fanatics of the Holy Nation of Light... they frequently summon the demigod half of God to destroy the world and try to create the Kingdom of God on earth... purifying all heretics. If they weren’t so extreme, we wouldn’t need to be running around like this..." he sighed.

"You’ve been working hard," Niya said softly as she took her father’s hand.

"Just remember, safety comes first. With Hapson staying by your side, I can rest assured. But remember, if you’re in danger and even Hapson can’t handle it, use the Eternal Rain on your neck immediately," Fulman instructed.

"Yes. I’ll remember that."