Chapter 321: Chapter 197: A Thousand Troops Retreat, Five Elements Technique! (Part 2)

Finally, Uncle Wu summoned the courage to speak.

"Envoy of Taiping Dao!"

Wu Lie called Su Mu "senior," and Su Mu, with his back turned to Wu Lie, was momentarily stunned.

This scene fell into Wu Lie’s eyes, and immediately he felt a pang of fear, thinking he had displeased Su Mu. But seeing the fire growing larger, he could only tremble and speak again, "Senior Envoy, a few of my close relatives were taken up the mountain by the rebels earlier. May I go up the mountain to rescue them?"

Finally, as Wu Lie spoke of the rescue, Su Mu went along with it.

"You are not part of the Black Mountain Army, nor are you on tonight’s list of the dead. This matter does not concern me."

"But if anyone dares to hinder me, they will die!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Lie was both terrified and overjoyed, hurriedly bowing repeatedly to Su Mu.

"Such great kindness cannot be repaid with words. Senior Envoy’s magnanimity is deeply appreciated by me!"

After bowing in thanks, Wu Lie was about to declare his identity but suddenly noticed the blood-dripping Great Spear and swallowed his words back, fearing he might displease Su Mu, this fearsome deity of death.

But as Wu Lie rose, a trace of astonished doubt appeared in his pupils upon seeing the Red Flame Spear up close.

"How can there be such a coincidence in the world? The inscription on senior’s long spear... seems to have some similarities with the inscription style on the Red Feather Saber forged by Xiaomu?!"

Of course, Wu Lie did not ask aloud; he merely murmured in surprise to himself, considering it to be a mere coincidence.

After all, the Red Flame Spear had three complete Grade-Entering Artifact Patterns, and now the Town’s Guardian Saber from the Forging Workshop was merely an Eighth-Grade Treasure Artifact. In Wu Lie’s view, Xiaomu would surely be able to forge a weapon of this caliber in the future.

But for now, the technique was not yet there, still some distance away.

Furthermore, Xiaomu had forged Treasure Artifacts twice at the Forging Workshop, yet never had forged any long spears. The similar inscriptions on the Red Flame Great Spear must merely be a coincidence.

Additionally, Wu Lie was aware of his own shallow forging skills, thus not daring to think more, promptly ascending the steps upon Su Mu’s response.

Seeing Uncle Wu go to rescue the three master craftsmen, Su Mu, under the White Eagle Mask, facing the Purple Shirt, finally showed a hint of relieved urgency, lightly exhaling secretly.

At this moment, people began to escape from the mountain; the craftsmen captured by the Black Mountain Rebel Army had heard the battle below and Su Mu’s voice infused with Qi Blood. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

These people were perceptive, their eyes showing gratitude, and one after another, they bowed from a distance toward Su Mu before leaving down the mountain. They both expressed gratitude and kept their distance from this deity of carnage exuding a bloodthirsty aura.

Su Mu, indifferent to others, let his gaze fall upon the Purple Shirt, shaking the long spear in his hand, causing several heads to tumble down the Black Forest Mountain.

Just then, Su Mu wiped the blood off his spear on the clothes of several headless corpses of Thousand Man Commanders, then shook it with one arm and stored it into the Sumeru Ring.

Su Mu’s memory began to rewind.

"Such poor foundations... Ding Shisan."

Death-row prisoners rescued from the execution ground were brought to a manor, where their foundations were individually tested, and they were divided into batches A, B, C, and D.

That night, everyone in the Ding batch was forcibly given a thumb-sized black pill, and afterward, everyone including Su Mu fell into a prolonged coma.

"Ding Shisan, remember that your life was saved by the young master, and henceforth belongs to him alone..."

Scenes from when he first arrived in this world flashed before Su Mu’s eyes as he attempted to compare the figures in his memory with the deceased Purple Shirt.

However, Su Mu’s photographic memory was not inherent, but gradually mastered through repeated transformations in comprehension after practicing martial arts.

Because of this, the memory of the prisoners’ faces before practicing martial arts had already become indistinct; he could only vaguely recall the appearance of several people who went to the execution ground with him awaiting beheading. Currently, Su Mu could not identify anything through the Purple Shirt’s figure and appearance.

"Those people gave me the code name Ding Shisan... Yi Er, are you among them too?"

Su Mu’s voice was barely audible in this utterly chaotic camp; his question was destined to go unanswered.

Now, he indifferently squatted down to examine the Purple Shirt’s corpse, a scene not regarded as strange by the fleeing Black Mountain rebels or those craftsmen.

Killers who burn and loot carry gold waistbands, and naturally, collecting the spoils follows after a kill.

Soon, Su Mu meticulously checked the items on the Purple Shirt, finding only a cloth bag, which looked like a secret manual.

At this moment, Su Mu had no intention to investigate what the manual contained, placing it unexamined into the Sumeru Ring.

Hmm?

While checking Purple Shirt’s corpse, Su Mu’s eyes flashed with brilliance, sensing a subtle movement of the Gu Insect within his body.

Within Purple Shirt’s body, more precisely the bloodied hole beneath the chest, there circulated a cold and sinister aura.

"This aura... bears some semblance to the Gu Insect within my body."

This aura originated from the heart, but Purple Shirt’s heart had been shattered by a spear, leaving only a residual aura that could not be further verified. However, Su Mu confirmed there were no Gu Insects around.

Finally, Su Mu tore open the clothing on Purple Shirt’s back, revealing beyond the ’Yi Er’ tattoo, a series of shocking scars.

Su Mu’s eyes narrowed, activating his transformation state, and soon scenes began to unfold before him.

Among them were scenes of fights, scars left by blades, swords, and arrows; there were also scenes of long-term abuse, some scars seemed to be left by branding irons, and there were many which Su Mu could not identify the instruments used.