Chapter 358: Mortal Kills Immortal
A hundred years ago.
In a mountain village, there was a blacksmith named Song Xiang.
He had a skilled craft and a loving wife, and his life should have been happy.
Until that day...
The immortal came down to the mortal world to practice the evil skill of "Duan Sheng Jue", which made his wife and unborn child lose their vitality and become shriveled corpses.
How can an ordinary blacksmith in a mountain village take revenge on the immortal?
At that time, no one could have imagined this day.
A hundred years passed quickly.
He walked out of that barren mountain village and climbed up step by step. He didn't know how many hardships he had experienced during the period, and finally came to his current position.
The cause of a hundred years ago and the result of a hundred years later seemed to have their own destiny.
Now, he dragged his aging body, holding the rusty iron hammer, and walked slowly and heavily, step by step, towards the enemy he had been waiting for a hundred years.
But the Yinhun Sect monk could no longer remember.
His face turned pale, and he became more and more uneasy. He shouted, "When did I offend you? You and I are separated by two realms, without cause and effect, and without any intersection, so how can there be any hatred?"
"You will remember it."
The old national teacher spoke slowly, holding the iron hammer tightly in his skinny hands, and finally walked in front of the monk.
His old body suddenly burst out with powerful strength, and he lifted the heavy iron hammer, as if he had returned to the past.
The expression of the Yinhun Sect monk changed drastically, and he could no longer pretend to be calm. He wanted to stretch out his hand to resist, but found that he was weak all over and couldn't even lift his arms.
He was horrified in his heart, and subconsciously stepped back, his body swayed, and he couldn't stand firmly and fell to the ground.
"I am a true immortal in the sky, you can't kill me!"
He shouted in fear, and the heavy iron hammer made his scalp numb.
As soon as the voice fell, the iron hammer also fell.
Boom!
There was a click, and blood splattered.
"Ah!"
The Yinhun Sect monk screamed, his facial features twisted in pain.
The heavy hammer hit his right leg, breaking his entire calf.
The old national master had no expression on his face, and he swung the hammer again, as if he was hammering iron, and used this rusty iron hammer to beat the flesh and blood of the Yinhun Sect monk.
"Ah, ah, ah--!"
The Yinhun Sect monk wailed continuously, in pain, and blood all over his body.
After several hammers, his legs were broken, his bones were shattered, and his flesh was bloody and horrible.
He had long lost the arrogance and demeanor of the immortals in the upper realm. He couldn't bear the pain and actually begged for mercy: "Forgive me, forgive me... Whatever you want, I can give you..."
But the old national master seemed not to hear it, and he didn't have any emotion at all, and hammered down one hammer after another!
The Yinhun Sect monk wailed and cried, twitching in pain, his face was covered with snot and tears, and the pain of each hammer was unbearable for him.
The immortal's powerful vitality made it impossible for him to faint. He could only feel every pain very clearly, and felt his body being smashed slowly.
The flesh and blood were smashed into minced meat bit by bit, and the bones turned into fragments and were smashed into the soil.
"Stop hitting me, please let me go, let me go..."
His voice was hoarse, and he wailed for mercy.
All around, hundreds of thousands of soldiers were watching this scene, and everyone's mentality had changed dramatically.
Before today, they could never have imagined that a high and mighty immortal in the sky would beg for mercy from mortals in a humble manner.
It turned out that immortals were no different from mortals, and they would also be afraid of pain and death...
In order to survive and stop suffering, the Yinhun Sect monk begged frantically: "I can give you immortal pills, immortal medicines, and immortal tools. What do you want? Just tell me... I can also give you immortal skills and secret methods. Even if your bones are not good, you can improve your bones. I..."
At this point, his trembling voice suddenly paused.
Improve the root bone, innate energy, life-breaking art, iron hammer...
Some memories that had long been blurred suddenly emerged in his mind and slowly became clear.
A hundred years ago, he went to the lower world once, and in order to practice the "Life-breaking Art", he devoured the innate energy of hundreds of babies who were still in their mothers' wombs.
He remembered that in the courtyard of a mountain village, there was an iron hammer that was very similar to the one in the hands of the old national teacher, but it was not rusty at that time.
"It's you! It's you! You are the blacksmith!"
He suddenly screamed, his face full of horror, and finally understood everything!
The sins of a hundred years ago finally found him!
He could never have imagined that the ant-like mountain village blacksmith would become the great national teacher of the entire lower world dynasty!
Bang!
Another hammer smashed down, smashing his right arm into a bloody mess.
He howled miserably, in pain and despair.
That was the revenge of killing his wife and children, and he could not escape today no matter what!
"You remembered."
The old national teacher's deep voice changed. Although a hundred years have passed, the unforgettable hatred and pain cannot be forgotten!
He held the hammer tightly and swung it again and again, like a storm, completely erupting the suppressed anger of the hundred years!
On the huge battlefield, the rest of the people were silent, leaving only the roar of the hammer and the screams of the immortal.
When all this was over, it was already evening.
The flags fluttered, and the setting sun was like blood.
The hammer was full of blood.
The immortal had turned into a pool of blood mud and merged with the land.
The old national teacher slowly put down the hammer in his hand, his body hunched, tears appeared in his turbid eyes, and he murmured in a low voice: "My wife, Hu'er, after a hundred years, I finally avenged you..."
On the battlefield, there was complete silence, and everyone was waiting quietly.
In the distance, on the top of a high mountain.
Chu Liang sat cross-legged and watched everything silently.
In the long cause and effect of this century, part of it was related to him, otherwise he would not have felt anything today.
If he had killed the Yinhun Sect monk directly, Song the Blacksmith would not have been able to take revenge personally.
"From a village blacksmith to the Liang State Master, let me see your life."
Chu Liang counted with his fingers, and following the cause and effect and the power of time, he began to deduce Song the Blacksmith's experience over the years.
Fighting in the rivers and lakes, party struggles in the court, conspiracy calculations, dying struggles, and living in shame... Song the Blacksmith has experienced all of this in the past century.
He has wandered on the edge of life and death countless times, and even if he took a wrong step, he would not be where he is today.
That trace of obsession with revenge supported him through one death after another.
Even with Chu Liang's temperament, after reading his life, he couldn't help but sigh: "It's really not easy."
Song the blacksmith's life was rough and rugged, and it can be called a legend, no less than those senior masters recorded in the classics and biographies.
If there is a biography about him in the future, the cover may read "The Story of a Mortal Killing Immortals".
"Ants can devour true immortals, and insignificant mortals can also shake the heavens."
Chu Liang whispered, and suddenly he realized something.
He slowly closed his eyes, and the golden elixir in his body trembled, shining brightly, as if there were signs of breaking.