Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy

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In the afternoon, the snow stopped.

But the accumulated snow blocked the mountains and the roads.

Couldn't go up the mountain, couldn't go to the county town.

Tang River Village became a secluded village.

In Rejuvenation Hall, the owner and the blind man muddled through two meals today.

Last night they ate pancakes, today they ate noodle soup, essentially the same things.

After finishing the soup, with their bodies warmed a bit, Tong Jia washed the pots and pans and poked her head out to look at the front door.

No one came to see the doctor at all.

Moreover, even if someone did come, Tong Jia doubted they would pay much or at all after getting treated.

As Song Cheng walked in the courtyard with a cane, she lifted the ceramic jar in the small side room to check.

A third of the coarse grain flour remained in the jar; if rationed, it could last more than half a month.

On the jar lid were a small bag of soybeans, a large bag of various wild greens and roots, a jar of millet mixed with quite a bit of chaff, and a palm-sized piece of cured meat.

"Brother Cheng, come and lend a hand."

Tong Jia called out, poking her head in.

Song Cheng came over.

Tong Jia said, "Let's move the jar to the sleeping area, it's not safe here."

Song Cheng nodded, deeply agreeing.

The two of them exerted quite an effort, lifting, pushing, and rolling, finally getting the ceramic jar over the threshold and into the room.

After finishing, they moved their chairs and sat under the eaves.

Suddenly, Song Cheng heard footsteps approaching.

He was the first to turn his head and scan.

[Strength: 0~0]

[Goodwill: 60]

'Another 0, seems the owner is quite strong.'

Tong Jia saw him tilt his head towards the direction of the house without seeing anything and was puzzled, "What are you looking at?"

Before he could answer, a plump woman in a cotton-padded coat emerged from beyond the wall.

As soon as the plump woman appeared, she wore a smile and waved her hand, shouting, "Doctor Tong, Doctor Tong..."

Tong Jia responded, "Aunt Chen!"

From the former body's memory, Song Cheng knew that this "Aunt Chen" was the village matchmaker, and she even managed to reach the county town. Because she mediated for people, she gained quite a few benefits, making her well-off in the village.

Tong Jia stood up to greet her, asking, "Aunt Chen, what brings you here?"

The plump woman didn't mind the blind man at all and said with a cheerful smile, "Good news, great good news, Doctor Tong."

"What good news?" Tong Jia asked curiously.

Aunt Chen beamed, "I should have told you earlier, but the old doctor was busy with the funeral a few days ago, so I waited until today. Please don't blame me."

"Aunt Chen, just tell me."

"Old Master Wang from the county wants to take another concubine, and this time he wants one with medical skills. You know Old Master Wang, a well-known figure in Shanghe County. Once he opens his mouth, many people have already taken portraits to him, and some even brought their daughters directly. Guess what happened..."

Aunt Chen sold the suspense, then clapped her hands and laughed, "Old Master Wang didn't like anyone, he just mentioned your name, saying that he once visited the village and had a brief encounter with you. This is what they call fate!"

Aunt Chen spoke eloquently.

Before Tong Jia could speak, Aunt Chen continued, "I know, Old Master is more than twenty years older than you, but older men know how to cherish women. Not like those impatient young lads, what's so good about them?"

Tong Jia said, "Auntie, I'm already with Song Cheng and won't be with another man."

Aunt Chen was stunned for a moment, then giggled, "Old Master Wang won't mind. After all, it's just a concubine."

Tong Jia picked up a clothes mallet.

Aunt Chen was surprised, "Doctor Tong, what are you going to do?"

Tong Jia beat the palm lightly with the mallet and said, "Get lost!"

Aunt Chen was unwilling to give up and wanted to say more.

Tong Jia raised the clothes mallet.

Aunt Chen had to flee in panic, shouting as she ran, "Think about it!"

Tong Jia went to the courtyard gate, angrily slammed the picket gate shut with a "snap," then sat back on the chair beside Song Cheng and said, "That really pissed me off!"

Song Cheng watched Aunt Chen's moving figure, and her "goodwill" had already dropped from 60 to 50.

He frowned.

Where people dwell, disputes abound.

...

In winter, it got dark early, compounded by overcast skies.

It wasn't long before night fell.

Tong Jia bolted the door, thought for a moment, then pushed the table in front of the door to block it, and only then whispered as she took off her cotton pants, "Brother Cheng, come to bed. Getting to bed early means not feeling hungry at night."

Song Cheng agreed, also taking off his clothes and pants.

Outside the window, the snow reflected the light, making the sky a gray haze.

Inside the window, the bed squeaked for a long time, until the gray outside turned pitch black.

The beautiful woman tilted her neck like a swan extending its neck.

Her rapid breathing turned into long sighs amid the storm.

"Brother Cheng, how do you know so many shameful tricks? Have you been unfaithful outside?"

"No, you can't see it, and you've always been in Rejuvenation Hall with me. So... so you're naturally tender-hearted to your wife..."

The beautiful woman giggled.

Feeling the warmth of skin touching skin, Song Cheng stroked her face and suddenly asked, "Wife, are you beautiful?"

Tong Jia, with a shared understanding, said coquettishly, "When I'm outside, I smear my face with ash, washing it off only before bed. Don't worry about it."

Song Cheng nodded.

...

Over the next three days, he tested this "assisting device" as much as possible and confirmed one thing: the function of this "assisting device" was exactly what he made it to be.

In short, as long as he lived a harmonious conjugal life with his bound wife, even if not sharing the same bed, he could steadily gain 5 remaining points.

...

On the third day, morning...

The distant mountains remained white, the snow resistant to melting, but the courtyard was already swept clean.

Song Cheng glanced at the panel.

[Point Allocation: 5 points]

[Technique: Heart's Eye (Perfection) (8/8)]

He would allocate points right away, never leaving them unused.

The previous day's 5 points maxed out, and Heart's Eye had reached Perfection.

At the Entry Level, he touched the contours.

Minor Accomplishment, he listened to the wind.

Great Achievement, he listened to sounds.

Perfection, wherever there was the sound of airflow, it was as if he saw with open eyes.

At this moment, he looked at the "+" sign after "Heart's Eye (Perfection) (8/8)."

[Can deduce new skills, current success rate: 50%]

'Deduce.'

Song Cheng clicked the "+" sign.

5 points became 4, and a strange sensation welled up.

As a blind man walking the world, he had no eyes on his face but had eyes in his heart. He wouldn't fail to notice where there was wind sound.

Yet it was still very inconvenient.

On steep mountain paths, his walking speed slowed to a crawl because he had to stop at every step to ascertain the terrain before moving on.

As for things like reading or looking at maps, they were completely off-limits. Unless someone spread the pages on his palm and traced slowly with a finger.

So he racked his brains for a method of change, yet found nothing.

'Failed.'

Song Cheng paused slightly and continued to click the "+" sign.

"Seeing" was very important to him, and he was also curious about what he could deduce.

4 points became 3.

Failed.

3 points became 2.

Failed.

Song Cheng frowned.

'This fifty percent probability isn't fake, is it?'

This time he paused slightly and continued to click.

2 points became 1.

A strange sensation welled up.

He pondered intensely, tried training, even running along mountain trails to force himself to react quickly to the terrain.

He fell many times, bruised and swollen, nearly falling off a cliff.

After countless trials, once, exhausted, he lay down on the ground, supporting himself to slowly sit cross-legged.

It was late spring, the wind carried floral scents, woodland creatures ran.

For a moment, he became distracted, a bit dazed.

He fell into a strange meditative state, his body heavy, his divine soul light and nimble.

The nimble divine soul walking within a heavy body reminded him of a scene before crossing over...

At the time, he seemed to be playing "Endless Hell" and, too tired, went hiking outdoors. He went to a natural scenic area... saw an old pagoda and decided to climb for a distant view, and then... he crossed over.

The image of that old pagoda in his mind became increasingly clear.

Suddenly, he felt something. Upon opening his eyes, the panel changed:

[Point Allocation: 1 point]

[Realm: Unranked]

[Cultivation Technique: None]

[Skills]

Pagoda Visualization Method (Yellow Level, Grade D) (Uninitiated) (0/2)

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