Chapter 13: Beaten To Death (2/2)
His vital qi slowly became active, gently welling up and flowing towards all of his aching muscles. Wherever his vital qi went the pain would lessen, his senses sharpening as the burning sensation died down.
Senior Sister Qing continued to limp towards him, step by step. Fighting Qin Mu had essentially left her legs crippled. Her face had also received countless kicks, the last of which is the most ruthless.
Qin Mu had put all of his strength into that kick, flattening her delicate features like the tail of a poison dragon. In its current, swollen form, her face looked as bloated as noodles that had been left to soak overnight.
All of her teeth were gone, blood and saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth and splashing to the floor.
Her hands, however, were surprisingly fine as they gripped her treasure sword in a way that clearly expressed her hatred and desire to rip Qin Mu into a thousand pieces.
Qin Mu tried to cultivate faster, urging the Overlord Body Three Elixir Technique to speed up. He wanted to regain his strength at a quicker pace, but the intense battle he had just fought simply took too much out of him.
Only by breaking the Spirit Embryo Wall and awakening the Spirit Embryo Divine Treasure could Qin Mu be considered a true martial practitioner. Beating a martial practitioner like Senior Brother Qu to death despite not being one himself could already be seen as a great achievement.
But that was all that it was.
He didn’t have the strength to continue fighting Senior Sister Qing.
Senior Sister Qing finally arrived in front of Qin Mu. She tried to say something, but her mouth and throat were so swollen that she could only let out a gurgle.
Frustrated, she lifted her treasure sword and fell forward, ruthlessly stabbing it towards Qin Mu.
But suddenly she froze, her treasure sword unable to continue downwards as if it had met an invisible barrier.
”What a cute little lady… this granny is quite fond of looking at you.”
An elderly woman appeared in their line of sight, walking towards them with a basket in hand. Fear flashed through Senior Sister Qing’s eyes and she trembled upon seeing the woman, slowly backing away from Qin Mu.
Before she could get very far, however, a voice boomed from behind her. ”Mu’er, you actually used a tiny wooden stick to play around with my Pig Slaughtering Knife Skill and took five thousand four hundred and seventy-six strikes before finally bringing this young fellow down, yet what you ended up killing this little bastard with a sword!”
Struggling to turn her head, Senior Sister Qing saw people with grotesque appearances approaching. Among their number was a blind man with a cane, a man missing a leg, a man without any limbs, and a muscular man missing the lower half of his body.
One of the more able men carried the muscular man in a large bamboo basket on his back, and the others carried the limbless man on a stretcher.
All of these people looked extremely miserable. The only one of them that seemed relatively normal was the middle-aged man carrying the bamboo basket. However, his face was completely disfigured. It seemed to have been skinned, giving him a sinister, frightening appearance.
The muscular man who only had the upper half of his body was the one who had spoken. Rage consumed his fearsome face as he glared at Qin Mu and scolded him from afar.
”Looks like you still haven’t trained enough! If your knife skill was polished enough, you wouldn’t even need a small wooden stick or even a knife. You’d be able to chop him to death with your bare hands!”
”Granny Si… Grandpa Butcher… Grandpa Apothecary…” Qin Mu croaked, sighing in relief. ”All of you… all of you are here?”
”We raised you with our blood, sweat, and tears! Of course we were worried!” Granny Si replied, snickering. ”Since this was your first night away from home and you spent it with an unfamiliar woman, we just had to come take a look.”
Qin Mu blinked his eyes and asked, ”How long have all of you been here?”
”We’ve been here since you were furiously clashing with that young fellow under the bellies of those beasts.” Butcher snorted. ”How else would I know that you used a total of five thousand four hundred and seventy-six strikes?”
Qin Mu’s face blackened. These old geezers had clearly arrived early during the fight, yet they still let him fight to the death and nearly lose his life.
And then he realized why the herd of strange beasts hadn’t attacked him or Senior Brother Qu—
Butcher had scared them off.
”The people from outside the village said that granny and all the grandpas were bad people. Could that be true?” Qin Mu thought to himself.
”But… I think they’re good people,” he assured himself. ”They must’ve watched from afar because they believed I could defeat that Senior Brother Qu…”
”An Overlord Body is far superior to a Spirit Body,” Blind said, propping himself up with his cane and smiling at thin air. ”We’re all very disappointed that you’ve been reduced to such a miserable state.”
”Grandpa Blind, I’m over here.” Qin Mu coughed gently.
”I know where you are,” Blind said with a smile, reorienting himself. ”You defeated that young fellow using a stick, which means I have taught you well. Don’t be proud of that though. You possess an Overlord Body, after all! It’s natural for you to be stronger than him. From today onwards, your training will be much more intense! Don’t make that bitter face…”
”Why are you so pleased with yourself, Blind?” Butcher said coldly. ”He was clearly using my knife skill! And why are you lecturing a corpse?”