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"Yellow Level, Grade D?"
"Pagoda Visualization Method?"
Song Cheng's heart blossomed with joy, yet he was also filled with confusion.
Was this world truly the world of "Endless Hell"?
If it was, why hadn't he heard of the "Pagoda Visualization Method" skill, and in the world of "Endless Hell," players leveled up to a cap of 60, but now there appeared a "Yellow Level, Grade D."
As a few thoughts passed through his mind, he shook his head, deciding not to dwell on it, and quickly added the "1" remaining point to the "Pagoda Visualization Method."
A sensation of long meditation surged, bringing a slight sense of peace to his heart, yet there was no fundamental change.
"I can only wait until night.
Tong Jia will have to endure another hard night."
Song Cheng stood up, grabbing a hardwood stick and began to knock here and there.
Each knock sent pale ripples through his ink-black world, representing the spread of sound.
New white sketches replaced the original impressions, like constantly clicking "refresh" on a computer screen named "space."
After several knocks, Song Cheng sat under the eaves and picked up an axe to chop wood.
After a stick of incense, he had chopped six logs, feeling a bit out of breath. He rested briefly before going to do laundry.
The snowmelt these days saved the effort of fetching or buying water.
He took the soapberries harvested in early autumn and began to wash the few clothes.
Those in the basin were left by Tong Jia. If she wanted to wash by the riverside outside, she would go herself. Leaving them inside meant Song Cheng could wash them.
As he washed, Song Cheng suddenly touched a slick piece of satin.
His heart inexplicably skipped a beat.
It was the landlady's satin pouch...
Previously, he'd never washed this before, but now the landlady clearly held no reservations with him.
After all, they had done everything, and she had given him her first time, so what was left to hide?
...
...
As night fell.
The newly dried quilt still carried the scent of frost and snow, but within the tightly wrapped bundle, two figures moved in unison.
In the pitch-black world, the ethereal figure appeared pale.
Yet the gentle hums and the warmth they shared made the pale world vibrant.
After a long time...
The normally "fierce" landlady lay soft in the blind youth's embrace, pointed at his forehead, and tiredly smiled, saying, "Good man, you do know how to care for your wife."
Song Cheng was also out of breath, his physical condition was too poor.
The landlady seemed to sense his situation, gently holding him, saying, "Let's hurry up next time, okay?"
Song Cheng replied, "I can't be exhausted."
The landlady giggled, "Stubborn."
Song Cheng was unconvinced.
A long time later...
Song Cheng panted heavily, exhausted.
"Has anything happened in the village these days?"
"Not in the village, but outside there's been something."
"What happened?"
"Well, since the snow started to melt, the road from the village to the county is barely passable.
Usually, the rice sellers from the county should have arrived, but they haven't.
This evening, I went outside and heard people say the rice seller seemed to have run into bandits."
"Bandits?"
Song Cheng suddenly tensed.
Without saying, if bandits entered the village and reached Rejuvenation Hall, he and Tong Jia wouldn't stand a chance.
Even armed, his ability was just 1, and Tong Jia's was 2.
At that time, he would surely die, and Tong Jia would likely be captured and taken to the camp, facing a dire fate.
Tong Jia sensed his tension, saying, "Don't worry, there are still some lads in the village. With sickles and rakes in hand, bandits wouldn't dare enter easily.
Moreover, the village head has been alerting everyone and has started organizing night watchmen since tonight.
Each household provides food for the night watchmen, so many are eagerly volunteering."
She continued, "Even if they break into the village, this old lady will grab a sickle to protect you."
Song Cheng replied speechlessly, "Old lady... landlady, when did you..."
After speaking, he felt the cheek resting on his shoulder turn a bit warm.
Tong Jia then playfully hit him, justifying, "A woman who can take care of you is better than one who needs your care, right?"
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...
The next morning...
A message flashed.
"You spent a blissful night with Tong Jia, gaining 6 remaining points."
Blissful night?
Song Cheng thought back, realizing last night was indeed different from before.
Without much hesitation, he added the 6 points directly to the "Pagoda Visualization Method."
The progress in "Pagoda Visualization Method" quickly surpassed Entry Level (1/2), advancing to "Minor Accomplishment (1/8)."
A mystical feeling surged in his heart.
Additional experiences flashed through his mind, transforming every inch of his body.
That day, in his exhaustion, he unintentionally fell into a state of meditation.
Calmly focused, discarding all distractions, he seemed to be sitting in an empty void.
In the void, a pagoda slowly rose.
The pagoda had nine levels, just like the tall tower standing amidst the green mountains and white waters before his reincarnation.
He ascended the pagoda step by step, leaving mundane matters behind, feeling increasingly light-hearted.
When he stepped onto the first step, the "Pagoda Visualization Method" reached Entry Level.
As he climbed up to the top of the tower, he felt as if his whole body was in an extremely peculiar state. It was as if his body vanished, and he was merely a thought at the top of the tower.
Looking out from the Ninefold Pagoda, everything outside appeared blurred.
During the day, he saw a vast ocean of radiant light like a hellish furnace, with magma rolling and raging tides like mercury. He knew... jumping out of the tower meant certain death.
At nightfall, the glow faded, and the blurred scene became clear. In his ink world, colors appeared for the first time.
The tiles were black, walls white, but not the pure black and white of the blind's world, more textured in color.
The earth was yellow, evergreen trees green, and in the moonlight, mountains and waters shone with colors... everything had color.
He discerned those colors and felt a calm outside, joy rising in his heart.
On a mild and pleasant night, he leapt from the tower top, feeling a sense of liberation and transformation. He looked down, seeing his body, cross-legged, sitting where he had been.
It was a delicate, handsome shell, seemingly losing the support of strength. The head drooped, hands went limp, the body tilted, as if suddenly suffering a sudden death.
Simultaneously, a sharp, icy sensation surged over him.
Instinctively, he dove back into his body, and thus... he returned from the "ice river" to the "warm bed."
But this "warm bed" was not warm enough. He still felt cold.
Cold from the inside out.
Clearly, his body provided too little "warmth."
Therefore, it took a long while for him to regain his senses.
When he leapt from the Ninefold Pagoda, the "Pagoda Visualization Method" reached Minor Accomplishment.
Song Cheng opened his eyes.
The reason for this journey... he understood.
The "Pagoda Visualization Method" was a Yellow Level, Grade D skill, but he was an ordinary person without cultivation techniques.
Simply put, it was like "trying to perform the actions of a higher realm without having reached that realm."
"Cultivation Technique."
Song Cheng clenched his fist.
He needed a cultivation technique.
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