Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy
Chapter 137 - 99, 100. Traveling a thousand miles to say goodbye, the land is full of pits breeding ghost seeds (Big Chapter - asking for subscriptions)_3

Chapter 137: 99, 100. Traveling a thousand miles to say goodbye, the land is full of pits breeding ghost seeds (Big Chapter - asking for subscriptions)_3

Those who love flowers surely cherish life.

To cherish life, one must have a pair of clean eyes.

Regrettably, the Second Master was blind.

The old man sighed softly, then pushed his wheelbarrow forward.

Song Cheng was blind.

After he left the city gates, the sky’s inky whiteness still surged towards him like a raging tide.

He walked and walked, reaching the riverside, where he saw blood-red messages floating in the river from afar.

[Strength: ??]

[Favorability: 100]

He quickened his pace.

Cold woods, thin mist, no one around.

The youth stood by the riverside.

Though the river did not part, nor did any earth-shattering actions arise, a huge, transparent, twisted, and pallid woman rose from the depths, suspended in the air, her form magnitudes larger than Song Cheng’s, like a giant to an ant.

But the "giant" bent down and looked at the ant.

It seemed the "giant" could not speak, nor had the ability to speak.

Song Cheng removed the black cloth blindfolding him, revealing his ghastly white pupils and a sesame-sized black dot.

The two seemed to share a great understanding.

Song Cheng reached out, offering the azalea flower in his hand.

The "giant" raised her hand as well, and gently placed her hands over the youth’s eyes. As her fingers moved, the "sesame-sized pupils" spread like ink on rice paper, slowly swirling under a brush, spreading evenly to form beautiful, appropriately-sized pupils.

And the youth’s vision rapidly returned.

With his eyes closed, he still saw the black and white world of his Heart’s Eye.

But with his eyes open, the world regained its colors.

Yellow earth, black rocks, white water, verdant mountains, newly born green and red plants on the mountain side, withered old vines and dead wood...

All of it reflected in the youth’s eyes.

That day, she returned from thousands of miles away, just to give him a pair of eyes, and then silently bid farewell.

That day, understanding karma, and the different paths of humans and ghosts, how could she stay in the Human World for him?

"Yune."

Song Cheng called out.

She did not respond.

Instead, after giving the youth his pupils, she turned and left.

But she took the azalea with her, adding a bright color amid the cold and foul waves of evil, like rouge smeared on a pale cheek.

The deceased have gone, the flower still blooms anew.

Yune followed the river, rushing into the distance.

Song Cheng’s profile underwent changes:

[Nether Pagoda Visualization Method]

Eighth Layer Trickery Technique: Dark Heaven (Mutation) (0/0)

In that place of Visualization, the eighth layer, originally a dim tower, suddenly gained a sense of heaviness—and even stickiness.

Song Cheng sat by the riverside, eyes fixed on a fish in the river, and then he initiated the "Trickery Technique."

In an instant, the fish began to swim erratically as if it were a headless fly.

But to say it swam erratically wasn’t quite right, for the fish seemed to struggle more than anything, its tail slapping "plop, plop" as it twisted in agony, like a drowning person in a futile plea for help.

But how can a fish drown?

It was not drowning in water, but in darkness.

Though Song Cheng’s eyes were restored, the suffering from "blindness to light" had been imprinted on the eighth layer of the Nether Pagoda, and now, with the additional Yin Qi gifted by Yune, it could cause blindness and the sensation of drowning to others.

One could say that Song Cheng’s mutated Trickery Technique had been enhanced by Yune’s power.

And his eyes were now completely linked to Yune.

As Yune grew stronger, he too would rise with the tide.

But if Yune weakened, he might well become blind again.

Having realized all this, Song Cheng sat a while longer by the riverside, watched the distant scenery for some time, and daydreamed a bit to acquaint himself with his new eyes.

No matter how fast the world moved, he always maintained his own steady pace.

He even reclined on the grassy riverbank, taking a short nap with his eyes closed, before finally getting up and dusting off his robe.

’It’s time to head back.’

’I wonder when the Ghost Tide will arrive this year.’

’What changes will it bring?’

Muttering to himself, Song Cheng took a few steps then paused inexplicably, turning his head towards a spot where there seemed to be nothing, yet data and favorability figures rapidly approached.

The figures showed in faint red, indicating a Ghost Servant.

[Strength: 140~140]

[Favorability: 0]

He looked calmly again, saw nothing but sensed a sharp and murderous presence streaking through the air.

Song Cheng frowned, for the "140" indicated that it had nearly entered the Qi Realm, suggesting that the Ghost Servant had no skills other than its raw strength.

He had never seen a Qi Realm Ghost Servant before.

As he pondered, in the next moment, a dangerous blade emerged from thin air, the atmosphere rupturing like a silver screen exploding, pierced by the buzzing edge. A terrifying force transformed into a silver light in an instant, lunging at Song Cheng’s neck with lightning speed.

’What the hell is this?’

Song Cheng’s Force Gang surged around his body instantly, an inner layer and an outer layer, emerging like divine deities shrouded in mist, as if in heaven.

Taken as a whole, it looked like he had donned a layer of hard, black-shelled armor with white patterns.

He brought his right hand’s fingers together and, striking more quickly than the attack, clamped onto the silver light.

"Come out!"

He tugged hard on his fingers.

A weird creature was directly pulled out from the air, as the airflow around it churned like boiling water.

What was this?

It was a monster, a combination of flesh and blade, a bizarre human shape with blades in place of its four limbs.

It had no hands or feet.

Its limbs were mysterious blades.

Those blades weren’t ordinary; they didn’t gleam but were coated with alarming graveyard soil and white wax, as if they were relics recently unearthed from an ancient tomb.

And Song Cheng had only clamped onto the tip of one of the blades.

The bizarre human shape kicked violently, and two blade lights enveloped in a cold aura slashed at Song Cheng again.