Chapter 1508 - 1509: Past Events of the Martial God
Yang Fei never expected that he would encounter the top terrorist, Mr. Bei, here.
Mr. Bei smiled faintly.
"I'm sorry, I always thought you knew who I am and skipped self-introduction, how rude of me."
Yang Fei sneered, "It's the same even if you introduce yourself now."
"I apologize, I have no fondness for your Wind Shadow of the Wolf. I am a soldier, you are bandits, there's nothing to say between us."
Though Yang Fei was carefree, his sense of duty to his country was strong, and he had a clear sense of right and wrong; he wouldn't mix with a gang of terrorists.
"How dare you!"
As Yang Fei finished speaking, the professional soldier behind Mr. Bei swiftly drew his gun, aiming at Yang Fei.
The guards behind him also pointed their guns at Yang Fei, the atmosphere instantly grew tense.
Yang Fei sneered again, glancing at Mr. Bei sideways without saying a word.
Mr. Bei sighed, then waved his hand, instructing the professional soldier to lower the gun.
He said calmly, "Wisdom Wolf, put away the gun."
"If Mr. Yang Fei, as the direct successor of the Martial God, couldn't even handle your gun, how could he survive in the Underworld?"
Yang Fei was stunned, "I'm the Martial God Successor? How do you know?"
Mr. Bei sighed deeply, "Martial God has guided countless martial arts experts, but the true direct successor is only Mr. Yang Fei."
"Even if you've lost your memory, you can't forget the grace of Martial God imparting skills."
Hearing his tone filled with worship and admiration for the Martial God, Yang Fei felt a stirring in his heart.
In his mind, he thought of the vividly godlike middle-aged man nestled deep in his memories, a vague understanding dawned.
"Could it be that the man who's always been calling me in the depths of my memory is the Martial God? My true mentor?"
"Perhaps, my memory loss is also related to that person."
The thought of that middle-aged man brought warmth and respect to Yang Fei's heart.
That man, both master and father-like, held an extremely important place in Yang Fei's heart.
Yang Fei hesitated before asking, "May I ask, are you also followers of the Martial God?"
Mr. Bei heaved a long sigh, "No, I am the Martial God's enemy."
"Back then, among the Ancient Six Clans, the Martial God accepted four, the Wolf Clan and Dragon Race did not engage in the Brahma War."
After saying this, Mr. Bei lifted a thin blanket, signaling Yang Fei to look.
With a glance, Yang Fei was horrified.
Mr. Bei's two legs, below the knees, drooped softly, clearly paralyzed, appearing terribly miserable.
Yang Fei looked at Mr. Bei in bewilderment, "Did the Martial God do this?"
Mr. Bei nodded and sighed lightly.
"Back then, when my Celestial Wolf Howling Moon mental method reached Great Achievement, thinking myself invincible, I went to Zhonghai to challenge the Martial God."
Yang Fei was again amazed, taking a careful look at Mr. Bei, but saw on his face a look of reverence, not hostility.
His expression was calm and forlorn.
"At that time, Martial God was playing chess with someone, chewing peanuts."
"In front of him was a pot of wine and a plate of peanuts. Ah, speaking of elegance, among the masters I've seen, none compare to the Martial God."
Recalling the Martial God's aura back then, Yang Fei couldn't help but be captivated, "What happened afterwards?"
Mr. Bei sighed again, "Ridiculously, I was so naïve then, not knowing the true meaning of Martial Arts, and thus challenged the Martial God."
"Little did I know that even after unleashing my ultimate moves, the Celestial Wolf Howling Moon Divine Skill still couldn't faze the Martial God."
"He was simultaneously countering my moves and playing chess, drinking wine, not even missing a beat."
"Later, realizing things weren't turning in my favor, I dared not entangle with the Martial God and used the Phantom of the Demon Wolf technique, shifted eighteen positions trying to escape."
"But who would have thought that just as I was about to break out from Yinxue Tower, the Martial God flicked two peanuts that sealed the acupoints in my calves."
"At that time, Martial God told me to go back, promising to unlock them for me, but my arrogance stopped me from yielding to him, so I fled Yinxue Tower rolling and crawling."
"I thought I escaped with my life, but never expected that a casual flick from the Martial God contained the supreme Martial Dao True Meaning, that's when my legs were crippled."
Upon hearing this, Yang Fei couldn't help but purse his lips.
"Actually, if you went back and reconciled with the Martial God, how could he have crippled your legs?"
Mr. Bei gave a bitter smile.
"After I fled Yinxue Tower, the sealed acupoints in my calves hurt like hell, as if I was dying."
"I endured the agony for three days, finally couldn't bear it anymore, and decided to beg Martial God to release them."
Yang Fei nodded, "That's right, but why are your legs still unable to move?"
The smile on Mr. Bei's face grew more bitter.
"Fate is cruel, on the third day when I rushed to Yinxue Tower, hey, guess, what did I see?"
His tone suddenly turned eerie, causing Yang Fei's heart to skip, "What did you see?"
Mr. Bei gave a tragic smile, "An all-consuming inferno, thick smoke billowing, ruins everywhere, from the Yinxue Tower countless charred bodies were being carried out."
At this, he stared intensely at Yang Fei.
"That was the first time I saw you, you were one of the many charred bodies."
Yang Fei was so shocked that he couldn't suppress a trembling voice, "Could it be, I was already dead?"
Mr. Bei shook his head, "Of course you weren't dead."
"Your martial arts had already reached a profound realm, transcending into holiness, acclaimed as the top rising star of Martial Arts, how could someone like you die so easily?"
At this, he sighed and shook his head.
"Massive troops sealed off the roads, I couldn't get in, I saw you from afar, feeling you still had a breath left."
"At the time, I thought you were a goner, but surprisingly, the Martial God resurrected you."
Even Yang Fei himself didn't know of this secret, he watched Mr. Bei without blinking, "What happened afterward?"
Mr. Bei gave a tragic smile, "I was never able to find Martial God again, thus these legs remained crippled."
"For all these years, I've been seeking traces of the Martial God, hoping to find him and stand up again."
"But after that battle, Martial God disappeared, I never saw him again."
At this, Mr. Bei gently pulled the blanket back over his legs, sighing slightly, "Didn't expect, so many years passed, I didn't find Martial God, but found you."
Yang Fei was a bit distressed, rubbing his brow.
"Sorry, I don't have the ability to release the Martial Dao True Meaning's seal, perhaps you've got the wrong person."
Mr. Bei shook his head, "I have lost faith in my legs."
"This time in the Kuchen Plains, it's for a particularly significant matter."
At this, before Yang Fei could ask, Mr. Bei earnestly said one sentence.
"Have you ever heard of the Black Forest?"