"He's gone blind..." Baine said with a sullen face.

"Bl-Blind? What?" Elder Khan said.

"the nurse said it could be temporary, but it is highly unlikely," Baine said.

"What do we tell his Grandfather?" A middle-aged woman said. She had long blonde hair and a mole under her right eye. This was Elder Fan, the sixth member of the council. "What do you think will happen once he learns of this?" She voiced her worries. After she said this, the door opened. Then, a young man, in his twenties, entered the room.

"I couldn't help but notice that you guys were arguing over a useless trash?" The young man said. He had long red hair tied up in a ponytail. This was Elder Lun, the seventh, and youngest, member of the council.

"Late again, as always." Elder Khan said with displeasure.

"You know I'm only here because of my punishment. I wouldn't be here with you old geezers otherwise." Elder Lun replied.

"Let's get back to the topic at hand. What do we do about his blindness?" Elder Jin finally spoke up.

"Just throw him out! He is even more useless than he was before. I'm sure his grandfather, that old man, would be able to see that ." Elder Lun spoke up.

"For once, I agree. What is the point of having some blind kid leech off of us?" Elder Bram said. "It is better to get rid of him now than have a leech for a while."

Elder Fan then spoke up, "We all know how much that old guy loves his family. He would do anything to keep Argan in the clan. there is nothing we can do!"

"Then we make him do anything! Imagine what we could do with his power!" Elder Lun said. Elders Khan, Fan, Bram, Jin, and Baine looked at each other with worry. At this point, Inmah was still keeping quiet, not voicing his opinion.

"Alright, We need to talk about this later. Let us just wait for a month. If Argan is still blind by then, then we will tell the upper echelon." Elder Baine said. "Let's get back to the original topic. Jackson Weys' punishment..."

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A few hours after the nurse had sent the bird to Elder Baine, Argan was still sitting in the bed, distraught over his current condition. At first, he was angry at Jackson for making him blind, but he then thought about the consequences. No matter what, he could never get his revenge because he was blind.

'Now I'm even worse than trash...' He thought to himself. Soon there was a knock on the door. A moment after, Elder Baine entered.

"Who is it?" Argan asked, not exactly sure where the door was.

"It's me. I just wanted to come to talk to you," Elder Baine spoke up.

"Oh, Elder Baine. Apologies for not greeting you correctly," Argan said sullenly.

"No need to worry. Just sit there, and forget about formalities," Baine said. "Anyways, we have decided on Jacksons' punishment. He will be in the Hall of Agony for three months, and sent to the military for one year."

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The Hall of Agony was where those who are punished are sent. It was a terrible place, with the very low density of the energies needed to cultivate. The longer you are in there, the worse it gets. Some can even lose levels of cultivation if they are in there for too long.

"That's...that's good, I guess," Argan said, still sullen.

"Don't worry, this blindness could only be temporary," Elder Baine said, trying to cheer Argan up but to no avail.

"I know there's no hope, there is no need to waste your breath," Argan said. As he said this, Elder Baine showed an expression of anger, but it soon disappeared. 'Hmph, this brat is lucky. I would have long slapped him to death just for saying something so disrespectful,' Elder Baine thought to himself.

"There is one more thing," Elder Baine spoke up.

"What is it?" Argan replied, a little confused.

"The Elders in the council were wondering. How are you able to cultivate? Some said it was a treasure, while others said you were just a hidden talent." Baine asked.

"Oh, that's because of this man-" Argan started to speak, but then fell back down on his bed unconscious. Elder Baine checked to see if he was okay and felt Argans pulse. Seeing that his heart was still beating, he pinched Argan. Seeing that nothing happened he stood up.

"Hmph! This brat. No matter. Once he gets kicked out ill kill him in secret. Then I can get that treasure off of him." Elder Baine said as his appearance started to change. His hair started turning red, and wrinkles started to disappear. Soon. his appearance turned completely into Elder Inmahs. He was actually disguising as Elder Baine.

Inmah left the room and slammed the door shut, but Argan was still unconscious.

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Deep within Argans conscious.

"Oh? I'm here again. Why is that?" Argan said aloud. Soon a large figure appeared.

"Hmph, it's because you almost gave away the secret." The figure said.

"Oh, hello Elder. And what do you mean?" Argan said.

"You think this manual is something that's so easily thrown around and told to everyone?! NO!" The figure roared. "THIS," as the manual appeared in his hand, "Is a peerless cultivation manual! Although it is only suitable for those of your bloodline, it still has an immeasurable value!" He said angrily.

As the figure said this, Argan put his head down. "But...Elder. I'm blind. It's pretty much useless to me now," Argan said.

The figure snorted as he said this. "Hmph. It seems you truly are dumb. Have you forgotten about those two techniques?" The figure said.

"You mean...the Eyes of Heaven and Hell? They can cure my blindness?!" Argan exclaimed.

"Of Course. Its a technique from the manual, so it, of course, will be heaven-defying. But there are downsides," the figure said.

"Like what?" Argan asked.

"Well, you won't be able to see with normal vision. You can only see with the effects of The Eyes in place." The figure said.

"How is that a downside? If it's a peerless technique, then it can only bring benefits, right?" Argan replied.

"Naive." The figure snorted in contempt. "Everything has a downside. This technique is no exception. For example, the whites of your eyes will be miscolored, making them black and gold. And also, this technique consumes a massive amount of the natural energies. So by the time you have the technique activated for only one second, for someone with a cultivation level like yours, you'd be exhausted. Only can its true prowess be shown in martial advocate or magic patron level."

As Argan heard this he looked down dejectedly. "So there's practically no hope unless I reach martial advocate or magic patron?" He asked.

"There is no hope for you to see until you reach this realm, yes," The figure replied. Argan slumped down with regret.

'Why did I have to pick a fight with Jackson? Had known my limits I could have put a farther date,' he thought to himself.

As the figure saw this, a faint light flashed through his eyes. But it soon disappeared.

"Hmph, have some faith fool. I'll have you know I spent the greater half of my cultivation blind and I did just fine." The figure said. "This will also be a good lesson for you, but I will let you figure it out yourself."

As the figure said this, Argan looked up with surprise. 'There is still hope?' He thought. "Please guide me on what to do!" He bowed and asked.

"All we need to do is sharpen your other senses. But before we do that, there is one goal you need to reach." The figure said.

"And what is that?" Argan asked.

"Reach the 6th level of Body tempering." The figure replied.