At midnight.

Song Cheng gently brushed Madam Tong, who clung to his side, closed his eyes, and with a thought, his Divine Soul left his body, skillfully drifted out, and soon reached a pre-selected Martial Arts Hall—the Overturning Waves Martial Hall.

This was a hall he and Ling had strolled around before.

Listening to the discussions of the people around, he broadly understood that this hall's force was quite special, involving Spiral Power coupled with fierce Pouncing Force, in other words, this cultivation technique was quite likely situated between "Flying Wheel Horizontal Force" and "White Snake Force."

In the hall, clearly, many disciples were sound asleep; few possessed the strength to reach the Force Realm, and it was apparent that recent conscriptions had taken some of the hall's people.

After all, the Martial Arts Halls in the Prefectural City often had connections with the Shanhe Martial Arts Hall.

Such a rare opportunity naturally drew some to seize it.

The overall sense of urgency in the Martial Arts Hall was not high.

During his prior investigation, Song Cheng knew that the strongest individual present was only akin to Mr. Wang in strength.

In the dark, his Yin Soul rummaged through chests and closets, passing through seams, and after about half an hour, finally found a scroll of the cultivation technique on a shelf in the hall master's bedroom.

The cover was inscribed with three characters—"Overturning Waves Force."

Clearly, the hall master and his wife were sleeping soundly.

Looking at the technique, Song Cheng suddenly merged with his Divine Soul.

'Object Driving.'

The power, tested many times before, did not fail this time.

The scroll of the technique, as if blown by the wind, gently opened a page.

Song Cheng read carefully.

Page by page.

Object Driving could not move heavy objects, but it could still handle pages, leaves, and the like.

He quickly finished reading the technique. Relying on his understanding of martial arts and the display on his panel, even if some characters were unrecognized, it posed no hindrance. He quietly memorized those unfamiliar characters, then silently returned, restored everything to its original state, and swiftly left, his soul reentering his body.

As soon as he was back in his body, a new line of information suddenly appeared on the panel:

[Cultivation Technique]

Overturning Waves Force (Yellow Level Grade C) (Uninitiated (0/4))

This technique did not display the usual "conflicts with existing techniques."

The youth just lay there, yet the power within still began to mobilize, his seemingly calm body suddenly had quite a bit of flesh and blood beginning to undulate like waves.

Gang Qi circulated, and even while lying down, he could cultivate.

The flow of qi and the streaming of force made Song Cheng appear extremely still yet paradoxically in frantic motion.

The force was contained but not released, like dragons moving within him.

Silent and sensitive, deft and relentless.

A stick of incense...

Two sticks of incense...

One hour...

Two hours...

Outside the window, the sky turned gray, the dawn almost breaking, and Madam Tong twisted her body, trying to pull Song Cheng's quilt over herself.

A few faint "popping" sounds suddenly came from within Song Cheng's body.

Glancing at the panel:

Overturning Waves Force (Yellow Level Grade C) (Perfection)

"Hmph... Hahaha..."

No matter how calm and collected the youth was, he couldn't help but chuckle quietly.

This time he did not add points.

In the Realm of Force, he no longer needed to add points.

Because in this realm, he had reached a quite powerful level.

Others obtain one talent, follow one path, seek one way.

Yet what he sought was a body full of techniques, even a scrap of skin containing lethal power.

This laughter woke up Madam Tong at his side.

The lady of the house murmured, "Song, what are you going on about so early in the morning?"

Song Cheng, feeling joyful, held Madam Tong and kissed her fiercely.

Madam Tong returned the kiss and then continued to sleep in a daze.

Song Cheng lay there, his mood slowly settling.

He examined the "Overturning Waves Force."

This technique was quite special, at least for him, because it not only seemed to bridge "Flying Wheel Horizontal Force" and "White Snake Force" but also connected to another force system.

If the Light and Agile Power System included: White Snake Pouncing Force, Willow Soothing Force, Absolute Force.

The Defensive Power System included: Mysterious Turtle Hard Force, Flying Wheel Spiral Horizontal Power, Cleave Force.

Then, "Overturning Waves Force" connected the two systems while reaching out to yet another force system.

That system was the Fierce and Mighty System which Song Cheng had practiced before and which would conflict with other techniques—starting with "Roaring Tiger Blade" obtained from thieves in Tang River Village's back mountain, followed by "Barbarian Bear Force" acquired from the Great Bear Martial Arts Hall.

And now...

He glanced at the panel again.

The words "conflicts with existing techniques" following "Roaring Tiger Blade" and "Barbarian Bear Force" suddenly... disappeared.

His strength data moved up just a little bit, from "141~282" to "143~286."

This minor adjustment, like a snail.

He too, like a snail, climbed step by step, even if he could not obtain profound techniques, he would still build a pathway to heaven from the base.

Gaining a small step, reaching a thousand miles; gathering hundreds of rivers, they can form seas and rivers.

Now, he could be said to have caught up with that one from the White Camel Estate.

...

...

Morning.

Song Cheng came to the courtyard, the weather was getting hotter, he changed into clean neat clothing, and began to try the "Barbarian Bear Force."

If his estimate was not wrong, this was a new force method path that required tempering.

As expected, after practicing for half a two hours, he found it truly was not easy, but "with the world divided into thirds, he already possessed two," and with the addition of Gang Qi, when used to reverse cultivate this force method, his speed was much faster than that of ordinary people.

Not to mention ordinary people, even true geniuses couldn't compare to him.

Having completed a set, he rested briefly, but suddenly, a commotion came from outside.

Song Cheng closed his eyes, and his Divine Soul left his body under the scorching sun, quickly moving outward, while the shell he left behind was in a state of wanton flow of force method.

This was a technique he had developed himself from frequent soul projections.

In short, he could maintain his body in the strongest defensive state after his Divine Soul left his body, until he was exhausted.

In this state, even if thousands of arrows were unleashed, they wouldn't leave a single mark on his "body left behind by his Out of Body Divine Soul."

If someone lightly touched him, they would find themselves touching something as heavy and hard as a large rock.

If someone viciously swung a blade at him, the Gang Qi along with the force from his body would automatically counterattack, and if the attacker was weak, they would be directly shaken to death.

Song Cheng's Divine Soul floated towards the source of the noise outside.

At a glance, he saw it was a visitor from another family.

The Ruyi Commerce Chamber in Prefectural City wasn't large, but that was only in comparison with giants like the Shanhe Martial Arts Hall; it was actually quite substantial among smaller forces, naturally having many family dealings.

Song Cheng didn't recognize many of these families, but he was very familiar with Miss An, as he had dealings with her.

At this moment, there were four visitors.

The leader was a young master with a white folding fan lightly flickering, his demeanor weak and without strength, with a combat power of "2~2" and a favorability rating of "10."

This puzzled Song Cheng.

When had he provoked such a weak presence with only a combat power of 2?

This favorability was already way below his kill line.

So... maybe he should go kill him in a couple of days? Who knew when he might suddenly cause trouble.

But before executing the kill, he was quite curious.

How had he offended this young master?

In the hall, the steward was busy having the maids serve tea and water, accompanying it with a smile, looking at the leading young master with a white face and asking, "Young Master Chen, what brings you here today?"

Young Master Chen said, "What? Wasn't I always a frequent guest of the An Family before? Just because Changsheng is gone, does that mean I can no longer visit?"

The steward busily said, "Not at all."

Young Master Chen impatiently waved his folding fan, "Go! Hurry! Go call Miss An out!"

With that, he waved his folding fan and shook it elegantly.

Song Cheng remembered now, Ling had told him about this.

Ling was a bit of a chatterbox, once she acknowledged her master, she would activate "autonomous information gathering function," then tell him everything from outside whether joyous or sorrowful.

Young Master Chen was a close friend of An Changsheng, a well-known profligate who used to play together. It was rumored that after "hearing that Chenyu had secretly arranged a marriage, Madam of the An Family intended to marry Chenyu off, and the verbal agreement was already made, and the designated person was this Young Master Chen."

Thinking this, enlightenment dawned on Song Cheng.

'No wonder he hates me.'

As he contemplated, Young Master Chen slowly said, "Miss An is not coming, is she? Then... does she also not care about the whereabouts of An Xu?"

An Xu, Chenyu's father, was a generally reckless playboy on par with An Changsheng, and nearly a match for Uncle An.

His absurdities were such that in this past month and a half, even after Old Master An was buried, he hadn't shown up once; he might not even be aware of the situation.

Chenyu did not bother to look for her father either, since... he would surely return home when he ran out of money.

At this moment, when Young Master Chen brought up An Xu, the steward also became anxious, busily asking, "Please, Young Master Chen, inform us of the lord's whereabouts."

Young Master Chen didn't even hide it, smiling, "Shanhe Martial Arts Hall.

"He drank too much and dared to lose his temper at a disciple's wife of Shanhe Martial Arts Hall, so he was arrested.

"First send ten thousand taels over there, make clear your attitude, see if that works."

The steward was shocked.

But, indeed, such behavior was typical of the lord.

Young Master Chen boasted with a smile, "My cousin is a martial arts genius, who has responded to the Government Office's call and has caught the eye of the Shanhe Martial Arts Hall, now being given key training.

"The name 'Cold Frost Swordsman' Chen Zhangying, you've heard it, right?

"That's my cousin, a genius in the Force Realm.

"It's because of him that I know all this. Hurry and deal with it, or I'm afraid Uncle An might die."

The steward was utterly helpless, but at that moment, An Chenyu walked out.

The steward was about to speak, but Miss An waved her hand and said, "I heard everything."

Young Master Chen looked longingly at the icy beautiful figure and said in a cloying voice, "Chenyu, how do you plan to thank me?"

An Chenyu said indifferently, "See the guest out."

Young Master Chen: ? ? ?

Suddenly, he burst out excitedly, "Chenyu, I know, you actually don't want to marry a blind man!

"Who would like a blind man?

"Am I not hundreds, thousands of times better than him?

"I understand you, you just want to continue to control the An Family. I can do that too, I..."

An Chenyu coldly said, "Ying."

The frost-faced maid stepped forth, her eyes filled with deadly intent.

Young Master Chen and his companions jumped up in shock, hastily rising to their feet.

As Young Master Chen was about to speak further, Ying, full of killing intent, said, "If you dare to slander my young master again, I'll kill you."

As she spoke, she proudly thrust out her chest, advanced forward, suddenly drew her sword, the blade's light chillingly bright, the Warrior of the Force Realm's pressure enveloping them, horrifying the four to flee.

An Chenyu did not even look back but walked coldly to a wooden chair, sat down gracefully, leaned slightly, crossed her long legs, lowered her gaze, rested her cheek on her hand, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Steward, bring An Kai here, I have something to ask him."

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