Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

The sunlight shines through the clouds and onto the bluestone slabs, creating mottled light and shadows. The residents of the city are busy, children are playing on the streets, and vendors are hawking all kinds of goods. Everything seems so harmonious and peaceful.

However, all this beauty was broken by a sudden attack.

In the sky, the figures of the two monks intertwined, so fast that only their afterimages could be seen, their clothes fluttering in the wind, every time they swung their weapons, it was with the force of thunder, and dazzling beams of light shot out from their hands, interweaving in the air to form a gorgeous picture.

"The immortal masters are fighting! Run!"

“My stall!!!”

"Mom! Where are you, Mom!"

"Hurry up! The house is going to collapse!"

"Ah ...

The residents in the town were frightened by this sudden change. Those who had sharp eyes started running after seeing the figure in the sky from afar. Those who could not dodge in time quickly looked for a place to hide, but they ran everywhere but had nowhere to hide. Houses and streets collapsed under the powerful force of the monks.

Sword energy was everywhere. Under the influence of external forces, the sturdy house became as fragile as a piece of paper. It could not withstand a single blow and was easily rolled into pieces, turning into a ruin. With billowing smoke and flames shooting into the sky, the originally peaceful town instantly turned into a hell on earth.

The streets were in chaos. It was almost noon and people were coming and going. There was no telling how many people would be affected.

For most people, disasters struck them unexpectedly. They were having a meal with their family in the house, and then, with a loud bang, they were buried underneath.

Wu Feipeng's grandfather had been having trouble walking recently, so Wu Feipeng went to the pharmacy to help buy medicine. The house shook, and things on the medicine shelf fell down one after another. The shopkeeper pulled Wu Feipeng over and hid under the counter, and the medicine bag in his hand had fallen somewhere long ago.

"There are immortal masters fighting up there, kid, don't go out yet!"

"But my grandfather is still at home!" After the noise died down a bit, Wu Feipeng thanked the shopkeeper, crawled out from under the counter and ran out.

The area outside the pharmacy had collapsed, and no house on the street was intact. Painful groans and shrill cries could be heard everywhere. Wu Feipeng's heart was pounding like a drum, and he crawled over the wreckage of the buildings on the road with his small body and ran home.

"Grandma!"

After years of hard work, the father and son finally found the house that carried their memories and new life and it had collapsed. Wu Feipeng cried and rushed over to try to move the wood, but the broken tiles had buried the gap tightly. Wu Feipeng dug desperately and he didn't know how long it had been.

His fingertips were all bloody and his nails were cracked. In the end, he could only dig out one hand and half of his grandfather's body from the rubble.

Grandpa's clothes were tattered, and dust covered his old face with a layer of dark color. His hand, covered with thick calluses, hung limply, and his lower body was cut off by the building. Wu Feipeng struggled to pull out half of Grandpa's body, but Grandpa's empty lower body was so empty that not even blood could flow out.

Feipeng is a weed. Wu Feipeng's father said that he wanted his son to be as tenacious as the weed, which cannot be burned by wildfires and will grow again in the spring breeze - this is the greatest blessing an ordinary person in the world of cultivation can give to his child.

Wu Feipeng was indeed very tenacious. Monsters attacked the village and he lost his parents, but he escaped because he followed his grandfather out.

After his wife died, Grandpa lost his son and daughter-in-law. After Wu Feipeng lost his grandmother, he lost his parents.

The father and son depended on each other for survival. They got up early and went to bed late to collect the basic medicinal herbs that the monks needed but disdained to find to make a living. Now they live in the city - because grandpa said that the town is safer than the village and it is more convenient for him to study.

Wu Feipeng has been listening to the stories of the immortal master since he was a child. He also wants to be a cultivator! He can slay demons and protect his family!

He was also grateful to the immortal master, who was willing to lower himself to collect herbs to feed him and his grandfather.

If he were a cultivator, he wouldn't worry about grandma's illness at all, because they have panaceas. But his family was unlucky and they didn't meet an immortal master, so he couldn't ask for medicine for grandma.

If they were cultivators, they would not be afraid of monsters attacking the village at all, because they have supreme magical powers. However, their family is unlucky and has not met an immortal master, so he cannot ask the immortal master for help.

But now that he has met the Immortal Master, why is it different from what he thought?

Wu Feipeng sat on the ground holding his grandfather's mutilated body, with a confused look on his face. He was only ten years old, and he was still acting like a spoiled child with his grandfather yesterday, but today he has become a complete orphan.

Why are we fighting here? There are so many people here——Are you not paying attention... or, are you simply not paying attention?

Seeing the familiar streets like purgatory, Wu Feipeng’s little head suddenly had a glimmer of enlightenment—it turned out that the life and death of mortals seemed so insignificant, and their cries and prayers seemed so pale and powerless in front of the monks’ magic power. . . . .

In the eyes of cultivators, their lives are just like ants, a wisp of smoke in their long lives, the smallest ants in the world of cultivation, and the insignificant victims in their swords and sabers.

Why? ! Why? ! Wu Feipeng looked at the horrific scene, at the intertwined figures in the sky, with tears in his eyes, full of resentment - what on earth was there to be admired about such an immortal master? !

The monks fighting in the sky couldn't tell who was winning, so they separated unwillingly. It seemed that they just noticed the tragic scene below, and a hint of surprise flashed in their eyes, but that was all, and they didn't care.

"pat-"

A small stone was thrown over and fell in mid-air, making a slight sound, but it was enough to attract the attention of the sharp-eyed and sharp-eared monks. They saw a mortal child standing below, holding a stone in his hand, and looking at them with resentment.

"You bad guys don't deserve to be called immortal masters! You killed so many people! Get out!"

Wu Feipeng picked up several stones and threw them into the sky. For the high-ranking cultivator, it was so rude that the mortals whom he looked down upon on weekdays were so rude. It was not only offensive, but also extremely insulting.

"How dare you!" The two people showed angry expressions.

Wu Feipeng was picked up by someone - it was the owner of the pharmacy. He and Wu Feipeng knew each other because of the herbal medicine business. He was worried about Wu Feipeng so he came over to check on him. He was shocked when he saw Wu Feipeng's behavior.

"Master, please calm down! It's just a child's joke!" He pulled Wu Feipeng to kneel and kowtow. Wu Feipeng was held down, his eyes full of tears and unwillingness.

"Don't be impulsive, kid. If they get angry, the rest of the people might be angered as well!" The shopkeeper reminded quietly, his body already trembling.

A ten-year-old child could not think of something so far-reaching. When Wu Feipeng heard the shopkeeper's words, his body stiffened and his face was filled with fear.

The survivors in the city knelt down and kowtowed one after another - even when facing the culprit, they could only be angry but not speak out, and even asked the other party to show leniency and give them a chance to live.