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One night.

Song Cheng felt as if he were having a tryst with a goddess, the flesh he caressed with his hands and rubbed with his legs was smoother than silk, softer than tofu, more fragrant than flowers, and sweeter than honey.

He even felt a touch of sacrilege in the depths of his heart, but it instantly transformed into greater passion with which he threw himself fully into the embrace.

After a long while, he and the nymph-like woman held each other in a close embrace, settling down together.

Suddenly, he felt the vision before his eyes once again begin a "roller coaster-like" transformation, at moments extremely sharp, at others extremely blurred.

He decided to simply close his eyes.

This way, indeed, it was much better.

Soon, Song Cheng got up again.

"What are you looking for?" Miss An watched the young man who had become her lover.

Song Cheng said, "A piece of black cloth, I want to cover my eyes with it."

"There is some in the drawer to the left of the dresser, see if it works." Miss An directed him, then asked, "Song, did you enjoy yourself?"

Song Cheng nodded and uttered an "Mhm."

To be honest, Miss An was more attractive than Madam Tong.

Miss An said, "Song, then I'm going to put on my undergarments and sleep. There's a lot to do tomorrow during the day. If you're not yet comfortable, you can come to me later, don't be afraid of waking me up."

Her composure was off the charts; she would even consider these things from the other person's perspective.

Either don't do it at all, or do it thoroughly.

Song Cheng was stunned for a moment and said, "Sister An, go to sleep. I hurt you."

Miss An indifferently responded, "Every woman has this day, it's nothing."

Then, rustling sounds came from the bed.

Following that, An Chenyu rolled to the inner side of the bed, turned her back to the other side, then said over her shoulder, "Song, good night."

"Good night." Song Cheng replied, then fished out the black cloth from the drawer.

This black cloth was the same one he had hung over the window on his wedding night; it blocked light very effectively.

The young man wound the black cloth around his eyes.

The world became like an ink wash painting once again.

He grabbed the Fine Blade like a walking stick and stepped out of the room again.

Outside the room was the wind, the sounds, the Heart's Eye together with his now heightened sensitivity immediately constructed a world almost in sync with the external scenery.

If he was to be temporarily a blind man again for a while, then there were some things he still had to try.

He and the County Magistrate, the County Magistrate got along very well during the day.

But if he became blind, those two might reconsider.

Of course, people's mouths can lie, but "favorability" would not. If the two men's favorability dropped, Song Cheng would continue his original plan: build a new identity and have a talk with them.

As for White Camel Estate, if his vision was good, he still planned to have a look, but if it wasn't stable enough, he would simply rule himself out; now, however, he did not intend to go anymore.

What is the essence of White Camel Estate?

The failed contenders for Dynasty supremacy, cowering in a provincial domain, sharing Hanping Prefecture with Pearl Mountain Taoist Temple and Shanhe Martial Arts Hall.

Simply put...

This was a place of contention and trouble.

His purpose in becoming stronger was to ensure a safe living environment for himself and his loved ones at all times.

If to become stronger, he had to go to a place riddled with disputes, wouldn't that be neglecting the fundamentals for the sake of the minor details?

The young man, leaning on the Fine Blade, walked around the courtyard to reacquaint himself with the new sensory world.

No longer through sight, but through hearing, taste, and perception, he was controlling the external world.

The brick and tile ground, the corridors, the east and west wings, the tea rooms, and the pond that had already sprouted verdant duckweed.

In the pond, some fish that hadn't slept yet were swimming among the aquatic plants.

The sounds of the water ripples, the sounds of the wind, the sounds of the trees, the even breathing of the servant girls behind the house, the sounds of the night watchmen in the distance—all of these sounds combined formed a wonderful world unseen by normal people.

Song Cheng's heart inexplicably calmed down, and the black cloth covering his eyes fluttered in the night wind, flapping loudly.

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At dawn, the sunlight shone upon the small county town.

If one were to overlook from a high point, it would be apparent that the light... only fell upon this place, from top to bottom, as if a small well.

And outside this small well lied a vast and lingering gloom.

The gloom was like an enveloping ocean, boundless and majestic.

Last night was still secure.

The Ghost Tide from four days ago seemed to have reached its peak, and by now, it had already subsided, even the city gate repair work was almost done.

The city gate bolts were reinforced by the town's blacksmiths working together, and behind each city gate they had prepared sufficient supplies of burning oil and sandbags.

Some sandbags were filled with pebbles to block the doors; others contained firewood to ignite the oil.

Ghost Servants fear fire, so this work was very targeted.

Meanwhile, inside the County Magistrate's Mansion...

The "County Magistrate of Shanghe County, Chen Hou" from the inner staff of White Camel Estate, and "County Magistrate Ouyang Fei," were indulging in a lavish morning tea. Apart from the usual white-flour steamed buns, there were also plenty of meats mixed with black pepper and fermented black beans, as Martial Artists needed to consume meat daily to maintain their strength.

The two were discussing some matters.

About Song Cheng.

"Ouyang, did you find out?"

"I did," Ouyang Fei replied, dusting off his hands and wiping the grease from the corner of his mouth. "After some probing, I finally got to the bottom of Brother Song's background.

He was, before, an employee at Rejuvenation Hall in Tang River Village, a bona fide... blind man.

He escaped from that ghost village and was saved by people from Ruyi Commerce Chamber."

"A blind man?" Chen Hou fell silent in contemplation, then casually asked, "Do you suspect he's not human?"

A blind man, an employee, escaping from a ghost village, not only regaining his sight but also advancing greatly in strength—how could it not be suspicious?

Ouyang Fei shook his head, "It's not that serious. If he were, our town would've been breached a long time ago.

Besides, he can cultivate.

Ghost Servants can't do that.

His talent for cultivation is terrifying indeed.

The Willow Brushing Force technique is unique to Ruyi Commerce Chamber, and Brother Song wouldn't have had the chance to learn it before, yet he managed to reach such a level in an incredibly short time."

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He was truly a monstrous genius in cultivation.

As for the eyes... you and I both know that it's not unusual for supernatural incidents to occur in such ghostly places.

Now that his eyes are weeping blood, it's likely related to the supernatural in eight out of ten cases."

After some thought, Chen Hou nodded and said, "Then, let's settle on this.

Once the Ghost Tide recedes, we will send a letter to recommend this young talent to the Estate Master.

Thirty years in the east and thirty years in the west, today he may rely on us for support, but in the future, we will likely have to look up to him.

Such a good karmic connection is hard to come by, and there's no need to make an enemy of him."

Ouyang Fei nodded in agreement, then sighed deeply, "Comparisons really can kill a person. We fought tooth and nail just to cultivate our Force, and yet this young man does it with ease. He will not only become an Inner Sect Disciple but might also become the personal disciple of an Elder or even the Estate Master."

This County Magistrate, who wielded power in the county, showed a look of envy.

He could already imagine Song Cheng's life afterwards.

Joining a sect, then following the rules, competing with fellow disciples for more resources and cultivation techniques, and cultivating step by step.

From the Force Realm to the Form Realm, and then to higher realms beyond that.

Perhaps he would encounter setbacks and tribulations, but with the help of his sect and his own talent, he would always overcome them, gaining improvement with each victory.

After improving, Song Cheng would go out and gain experience with fellow disciples.

In this way, step by step, he would reach realms beyond his sight.

How enviable.

Ouyang Fei slapped his thigh and then buried his head in the meat, his mouthful of fatty flesh trembling with each chew.

As he chewed, a servant suddenly came to report.

"Master, Mr. Song has arrived."

Chen Hou said, "Invite him in quickly."

The servant hesitated.

With a stern glare from Chen Hou, he said, "Speak."

Then the servant said, "Mr. Song has wrapped his eyes with a black cloth, and he uses his knife like a walking stick, tapping the ground... he... he seems to have gone blind."

Chen Hou was stunned, and Ouyang Fei was equally shocked as they both rose to their feet.

Just moments ago they were discussing recommending a young talent, and now that very talent had gone blind?

How could they make the recommendation now?

Shortly after, the two of them saw Song Cheng again and were at a loss for words.

As for how Song Cheng's eyes suffered, both could guess it was related to the supernatural, so there was no need to ask.

For a moment, the three of them were somewhat awkward.

Song Cheng sighed and said, "I'm afraid I must disappoint you both. As for the matter of ten thousand taels, I've spoken to Sister An about it."

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Fei was flabbergasted.

He had just been imagining Song Cheng's future life, and now, in the blink of an eye, it was completely overturned?

However, hearing Song Cheng speak, he suddenly stood up and said, "Brother Song, don't mention the ten thousand taels. It's not about you disappointing us, but about me owing you a life-saving debt."

Chen Hou had been pondering the idea of reconsidering and demanding ten thousand taels from Ruyi Commerce Chamber now that Song Cheng was blind, but upon hearing Ouyang Fei's words, he felt a sudden shift in his heart: It's better not to offend such a monstrous talent.

He hurriedly said as well, "Brother Song, don't mention this matter. There was never ten thousand taels. To speak of it now would be to act as strangers."

Song Cheng, behind the black cloth, watched them quietly.

One at 90 goodwill, the other at 85, both unchanged.

He bowed slightly and said, "Thank you."

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After some idle chat, Song Cheng left.

Along the way, all who saw him whispered among themselves.

Most were surprised and sympathetic, but some gloated...

A blind man?

Isn't that the same as becoming weaker?

Song Cheng walked as if nothing had happened.

Suddenly, he became aware that behind the black cloth, his two eyeballs abruptly turned cold, growing colder and colder, as if frost and snow had frozen them into two lumps of ice.

Flesh and nerves likewise turned cold...

He stopped in his tracks, bearing the cold sensation.

It must be that something had happened on Yune's side, but as for what it was, he had no idea...

After a long while, another long while...

Suddenly, he noticed a change on the panel.

[Name: Song Cheng]

[Talent: Immortal]

[Realm: Yellow Level Grade B]

[Skills]

Nether Pagoda Visualization Method (?) (Perfection) (+)

[Taboo]

1. The blessing of the Drowning Ghost

2. The peeping of the Human Skin Ghost

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Two changes.

First, behind "Nether Pagoda Visualization Method" incredibly appeared the long-missed "+" sign, indicating it could be further developed;

Second, under the [Taboo] section, "The peeping of the Human Skin Ghost" inexplicably appeared.

He looked at the "+" sign.

A line of information appeared:

[Taboo influence has brought about an anomaly, giving you a 10% chance to develop a new Visualization Method]

Song Cheng: ???

Was it that the Human Skin Ghost had attacked Yune, and then peeped at him through Yune? Yet, this peeping unexpectedly fed back to his Visualization Method, just like how his Ghost Eyes had previously turned the pagoda into the Nether Pagoda?

Could this really happen?

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