Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 143 Broken Arm
"You've pushed yourself so hard that even I can't help you in the end."

Tun Yuan's voice seemed to carry a hint of sneer, but Chu Ning did not refute it. He knew that the evil power was surging within him, and his symbiosis with Tun Yuan was always accompanied by hidden dangers.

"I must live..." Chu Ning thought to himself, a hint of unwillingness flashing in his resolute eyes.

"Boom."

The beacon tower shattered, thunder roared for miles around, and the snow fell, revealing the clear sky.

He slowly raised his head and glanced at the broken and collapsed beacon tower.

The city fell, but the people remained.

His right arm went limp and fell to his side. His left hand trembled as he sheathed the Broken Snow Blade. At that moment, he heard a clear sound as the blade struck the scabbard. It didn't sound like metal, but more like a cry of lingering fear.

Those were the whispers of a lone soul after the war, the last breath a person had managed to regain after giving up all his strength.

He finally stood up, but didn't go far, just stood there quietly for a long time.

The world was vast and boundless, with a chilling wind and snow.

Chu Ning's eyes were cold, but she closed them in the wind.

He knew this was only the first battle.

The image of the ancient scroll fragments in the secret chamber involuntarily surfaced in Chu Ning's mind:
"Blood is offered to the people, to unite the divine seed."

So this is the theory of the Blood Refining Hall's "Path of Godslaying"—not to save people, but to sacrifice all living beings to achieve their own divine body.

They are not crazy.

He is an executioner disguised as a divine revelation.

Just then, he suddenly realized that the Thunder Bone in his body began to tremble violently in a suffocating way, as if the bone marrow was being flooded with thunder and fire, and the hissing sound was like a blade cutting through the nerves. The forcibly formed Thunder Tendons and Thunder Skin were not yet stable, and were as messy and cracked as an unrefined ore vein. Thunder energy circulated on them, stirring up a terrifying "Thunder Poison".

The lightning poison was no longer a gift of power, but a complete backlash.

It invaded his internal organs and stirred his soul. Chu Ning felt as if a massive boulder was pressing down on his chest, and every breath felt like a burning sensation. If it wasn't dealt with soon, it would completely tear his newly reconstructed body apart.

But he didn't have the energy to refine it.

Chu Ning gritted his teeth, his forehead covered in cold sweat, and he almost fainted.

He understood that this was not a "temporary discomfort," but a "catastrophic disaster."

He forcefully used his remaining true energy to guide the poisonous lightning, reversing its flow through his meridians and forcing it to a single point. He gritted his teeth and muttered under his breath:
"I can't worry about that now... In this state, I can't go to Cangque at all."

The poison, like a living snake, burrowed into his bone marrow, each drop of toxin tearing at his nerves. Deep purplish-black lines rose beneath the skin of his right arm, like a thousand red-hot iron needles piercing his flesh. Chu Ning bit his lip until it bled, and the cold sweat before it could even drip froze into ice beads.

Large patches of purplish-black lightning patterns suddenly appeared on that arm, the skin cracked, and the flesh peeled off like charcoal, turning into decaying branches intertwined with lightning and poison.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, Tun Yuan was suddenly startled: "Are you insane? What are you trying to do? You want to cut off your own hand?"

"You've destroyed your own life force! Without this right arm, even the formation of your lightning armor will be hindered. You..."

Chu Ning did not answer.

He simply bent down and picked up the broken snow knife that had fallen into the snow.

"If this stab can buy me a future of survival, then my action will have been worthwhile."

The blade is still cold, and the thunder has not yet ceased.

He held the knife in his left hand, calmly hovering the blade over his right shoulder, his eyes cold and stern.

No hesitation, no hesitation.

The next instant, a flash of light appeared.

The image of Qingli before her death flashed in my eyes; she screamed in a pool of blood:

"Live!"

"……puff!"

The knife fell, and blood splattered.

"Qingli! This time, I'll listen to you." A burst of blood shot into the sky, and a charred arm fell into the snow, creating a mist of blood and snow.

The Broken Snow Blade let out a mournful cry, as if it were severing not flesh and blood, but a destiny.

He staggered and half-knelt, blood still flowing, but his eyes were as cold as frost. He spat out a mouthful of blood and whispered:

"I would rather cut off my own arm than leave a potential danger of dying on the road."

After a long silence within his sea of ​​consciousness, Tun Yuan coldly said:

"You... are a more ruthless madman than I imagined."

Chu Ning did not respond to Tun Yuan. He slowly stood up, leaning on the Broken Snow Blade with his left hand.

Lightning flashed and snow fell, blood stained the scorched earth, only the man with the severed arm remained standing as a monument.

Chu Ning was breathing heavily, her spirit was weak, and her face was almost pale and transparent.

His right shoulder was empty; the lightning poison had been eradicated, but his vital energy was in complete disarray.

That last strike severed not only his arm, but also the earliest and most fundamental element of his lightning cultivation.

A faint, almost imperceptible aura of lightning slowly floated within his body, as if in mourning.

Zhao Tianyu and the others finally arrived. When they saw Chu Ning's severed arm and the blood flowing all over the ground, everyone was stunned.

An old soldier, his hands trembling, picked up his charred, severed arm, tears streaming down his face:

"The Marquis said... Zhenbei will not lose its people! You are just one person, and you have managed to hold it."

Zhao Tianyu gripped Chu Ning's severed arm tightly, his knuckles turning white:

"Back then, Old Liu lost a leg to guard the pass; today, you lose an arm to survive on this Great Wall. You've always been eating human lives."

He whirled around and punched the ice wall:
"What a damn world!"

Zhao Tianyu gritted his teeth and carried Chu Ning on his back:
"There's another old wounded camp behind the Great Wall, and Feng Ye, the 'Thunder Pattern Healer' from the Zhenwu Division, is still there. Let's see if he can keep you alive."

Deep in this vast northern plain, amidst the ruins buried by wind and snow, a dilapidated courtyard vaguely emerges.

The wooden door was tilted, the fence was broken, and snow piled up like mounds all around. Only under the eaves, a wisp of smoke rose straight into the dark sky.

It seems to proclaim: even if the flames of war are extinguished, the hearts of the people remain.

Zhao Tianyu carried the unconscious Chu Ning into the courtyard. The surroundings were silent, but one could sense a silent and long-standing killing intent lurking among the remaining snow.

The wooden gate opened, and an old man dressed in a worn-out gray robe from the Zhenwu Division slowly stepped out. His face was withered like ironwood, but his eyes shone with a sharp light. Behind him, a medicine furnace was slowly emitting green smoke, with faint lightning patterns appearing at the furnace mouth, and a faint electric current emanated from the fragrance of the medicine.

"Dr. Feng," Zhao Tianyu said in a low voice, "I brought him with me."

The old man slowly approached, his gaze falling on Chu Ning's charred and broken right shoulder. He remained silent, but his eyes suddenly surged with emotion.

He crouched down, and after clearly seeing the severed wound, his throat seemed to tighten, and it took him a long time to utter a hoarse whisper:
"He... forced the thunder poison to his right arm and then severed it?"

Zhao Tianyu nodded.

Feng Ye's hands trembled as he untied the blood-stained cloth from Chu Ning's severed shoulder. He looked at the base of the limb, where the marks of lightning poison still remained, and then at Chu Ning's face, which was as pale as paper but still breathing. He slowly exhaled.

"This isn't decisiveness, this is madness."

He stood up and murmured:
"In the North, only the mad deserve to live; the sane die in the snow."

Chu Ning slowly woke up at this moment, heard his whisper, and forced herself to sit up, her voice hoarse:
"...If Lei Gu is fractured, can it be reattached?"

Feng Ye looked up, his gaze settling down like a lightning rod:

"If I can find a century-old cold marrow as a guide, I can try the 'Thunder Breath Bone Return Technique' for a shot."

He paused, his tone turning cold:
“But now the Great Wall passes are all sealed off, and the Cold Marrow comes from the frozen rock veins of the far north. It is hard to find in the world now. You have lost an arm, and your Thunder Bone is on the verge of collapse... To be honest, even if I dare to treat you, I may not be able to save you.”

Chu Ning paused for a moment, then slowly took out a crystal from his bosom that was entirely ice blue and had patterns like blooming snow lotus.

(End of this chapter)