Chapter 13 — A Hundred Blows of a Wooden Stick Sever the Thread of Life
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 3
"It seems you still train too little! Don't say you had no saber, and don't say you only had a little wooden stick. If your saber technique were truly sharp, you could have cut him dead with a single stroke even with empty hands!" Shen Mu exhaled in relief and said hoarsely, "Granny Zhu, Grandpa Butcher, Grandpa Pillmaster, you've all come?" Granny Zhu giggled. "We brought you up through bitter hardship. The first time you leave home and spend the night outside with some strange girl, of course we couldn't feel at ease, and of course we had to come take a look." Shen Mu blinked and probed, "How long have you all been here?" The Butcher snorted. "We had already arrived when you were fighting that boy under the bellies of the herd. Otherwise how would I know you made all five thousand four hundred and seventy-six strokes?" Shen Mu's face darkened. The old men and women had plainly arrived long before, yet they had let him fight desperately, nearly losing his life. He finally understood: no wonder the herd had not attacked him and Senior Brother Qu; the Butcher and the rest had scared the beasts away. "People from other villages say that Granny and Village-Head Grandpa and the others are bad people," he comforted himself. "Can that be true? But I think Granny and the others are good people. They must have been sure I could defeat Senior Brother Qu, so they only watched from the side..." "As an Overlord Body surpassing a Spirit Body, you were beaten into such a pitiful state—we are all very disappointed," the Blind Old Man said, leaning on his bamboo staff and smiling into the air. Shen Mu coughed. "Blind Grandpa, I'm here." "I know you're there." The Blind Old Man turned around, still smiling, and said, "You won against that boy with a staff, which proves I taught you well. Still, don't be proud. You are an Overlord Body, after all, so it is only natural that you outclass him. From now on, your training will be doubled, so don't make a sour face..." The Butcher said coldly, "Blind Old Man, he was clearly using my saber technique. What are you so pleased about? And what are you muttering on at a corpse for?"