The iron in Shanhai Village's smithy was very ordinary, and the quality of the forged weapons was average.
Chen Zong had learned casting in his early years. Although he had neglected it for many years, his high level of mastery and precise control of power allowed Chen Zong to constantly temper ordinary iron. The swords he forged were naturally harder and sharper than the hunting knives the old blacksmith had carefully forged.
The old blacksmith was very shocked, and Chen Zong casually gave him a few pointers, which made the old blacksmith feel like he had found a treasure.
The sword was cast from ordinary iron, and even if Chen Zong tried his best, it was only as hard and sharp as a fine iron sword. For ordinary people, it was a good weapon, but for Chen Zong, it was just so-so.
With the iron sword in hand, the old blacksmith and the young blacksmith felt that Chen Zong's temperament seemed to have undergone some great changes.
"Wipe the dust off the sword." The old blacksmith watched Chen Zong leave, secretly amazed.
Holding the sword in his left hand, Chen Zong walked calmly, as if the wind and the clouds were following him, filling the air with a trace of indescribable sharpness.
Chen Zong's eyes flashed slightly.
From the old blacksmith, Chen Zong learned some information that there were indeed other people on the other side of the mountain. There were villages and towns, which made Chen Zong even more determined to cross the mountain.
Leave, leave as soon as possible. Since he had been here for more than a month and had tried various methods to find a way to break through the illusion, he could only leave.
However, he still had to make a set of leather armor for himself.
Making leather armor was not difficult for Chen Zong. In just one day, Chen Zong had made a set of beautiful and well-fitting leather armor. It was brown in color, with arm guards, leg guards, and a pair of leather boots. It looked like he was fully armed.
Without saying goodbye to the villagers, Chen Zong stepped out of the village, wearing the leather armor and carrying the iron sword.
"Brother Zong, where are you going with this getup?" Someone called out.
"I'm going to the mountains to have a look." Chen Zong smiled.
"The mountains? Be careful, don't go too deep. There are extremely fierce beasts there."
Chen Zong nodded.
However, the plan could not keep up with the changes. Chen Zong saw a figure running in a panic in front of him. Behind the figure was a pack of ferocious wolves. There were more than a dozen of them, and each of them was the size of a calf. They looked very strong.
The man who was running away in panic, under his strong will to survive, burst out with extreme speed, maintaining a certain distance between him and the wolf. But suddenly, he tripped over a rock, and his whole body staggered forward. A wolf suddenly pounced on him, its crisscrossed sharp fangs ruthlessly biting the man's throat, instantly killing him.
The other vicious wolves pounced over, biting and tearing viciously. They tore apart the corpse and devoured it.
Soon after, the strongest wolf sniffed. Its green eyes emitted an extremely ferocious light that faintly carried a trace of excitement and bloodlust.
Immediately, the alpha wolf let out a long howl, spread out its strong limbs, and rushed forward like a gust of wind. Behind it, more than a dozen wolves also let out fierce howls, and ran wildly.
Thousands of meters away, Chen Zong's face was slightly dignified. The direction in which the wolves were running was the direction of Shanhai Village.
Just now, Chen Zong also knew the villager. He was one of the village's hunters. Not long ago, he had teamed up with several other hunters to hunt in the mountains. Now, it seemed that the hunters were doomed.
Thousands of meters, if it was in the past, could be crossed in an instant. But now, even if Chen Zong overdrew his strength, it would still take some time to cross. Distant water can't put out a nearby fire, and there was simply no way to save the other party.
What's more, with his current ability, if he encountered a dozen strong and amazing wolves, it would inevitably be a hard fight.
Although he had lost his cultivation and strength, his intuition was still there. Chen Zong could perceive that the dozen strong wolves were full of vitality. It was very amazing, several times that of an ordinary big man.
The direction in which the dozens of wolves were running was in the direction of Shanhai Village.
According to Chen Zong's understanding, with the strength of Shanhai Village, it would be difficult to fight against a dozen wolves. Even if they could finally kill all of the wolves, at least half of them would be killed.
But, so what?
"Here … it's just an illusion." Chen Zong said to himself.
Since it was an illusion, then everything was fake.
Even if it looked real.
The day was fake, the ground was fake, the mountain was fake, the trees were fake, the water was fake, everything was fake, and naturally, the people were fake.
It was all fake!
Since it was fake, why should he care?
Even if Chen Zong got along well with them before, it was more to find an opportunity to break through the illusion.
Life and death, what did it have to do with him?
His mind was calm, Chen Zong stepped forward. After crossing a few thousand meters, he saw the flesh and blood of the wolves gnawed away. The bones were covered with teeth marks.
The bitten head fell to the side, and the eyes of despair and fear stared at Chen Zong. The mouth was slightly open, as if it wanted to say something to Chen Zong.
Chen Zong's heart unconsciously moved, and an indescribable feeling grew, as if some soft part of him had been touched.
His heart gave birth to a thought, telling him to return to the village, kill the dozen wolves, and save the villagers.
Chen Zong shook his head.
How could it be!
More than a month in Shanhai Village, Chen Zong constantly tried to find any way he could think of to break through the illusion, including getting along well with the villagers. This was also one of the methods Chen Zong used to break through the illusion.
But in the end, he failed.
After more than a month, the feeling of being integrated into the village grew stronger, giving Chen Zong a sense of crisis.
If this continued, perhaps he would be assimilated, and in a real sense, from body to soul, he would become a part of Shanhai Village.
If that was the case, he would not have the thought of breaking out of the illusion and would stay in the illusion forever.
Thinking of this result, Chen Zong couldn't help but shudder.
Absolutely not!
He absolutely could not immerse himself in this illusion, it was not his wish.
Taking a deep breath, Chen Zong dismissed the thoughts that emerged in his heart, retracted his gaze, and stared forward, stepping forward with great determination.
But he didn't know why, as he walked, Chen Zong's pace slowed, as if he was hesitating.
The thoughts in his heart grew stronger and stronger, almost to the point of obsession.
He lifted his right foot and stepped forward, but he couldn't touch the ground. It seemed that there was an invisible force blocking him, but there was nothing.
As long as Chen Zong wanted to, he could touch the ground.
His eyes flashed incessantly, but his expression fell into a struggle, uncertain.
His thoughts were violent, like a wild horse, like a torrent bursting through a dam.
"Illusion …"
"Heart …"
The struggle in Chen Zong's eyes became more and more obvious.
In the past, Chen Zong had always followed his heart, but this time, he was struggling.
Because Chen Zong was sure that this was an illusion, and since it was an illusion, he couldn't be confused.
But … was he wrong?
His left hand holding the sword unconsciously tightened, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged, as if he wanted to crush the iron sword.
Struggle, torment!
Immediately after, Chen Zong's right leg that was suspended in the air fiercely stomped down, emitting a muffled sound like the beating of a drum. It was as if he wanted to stomp the ground and shatter it. He let out a long breath, and the struggle in his eyes completely disappeared. Replacing it was an extremely sharp and incomparably firm light that was like a sharp sword that had been unsheathed.
Heart!
Since he had followed his heart from the beginning, then this time, he would follow his heart.
Illusion was fine!
Real was fine!
As long as he was firm enough, he could eliminate all interference.
So why did he waver?
He just didn't have enough willpower.
All of a sudden, Chen Zong felt that he seemed to have an epiphany, and a touch of dust in his heart was wiped away, becoming transparent and crystal clear.
I am me!
True me!
True me!
My heart is unchanged, unmoved, unshaken, and unconfused!
Then what was he hesitating for?
Turning around, Chen Zong stepped out with his right foot. His steps were firm and fast, and he directly strode two meters away. The moment his right foot touched the ground, a tyrannical force rushed through the sole of his foot to the ground, and the force caused his right foot to bounce up, and his left foot to follow.
His upper body leaned forward, and his center of gravity moved forward. He held the iron sword in his left hand, and his eyes became sharp. He was like a vigorous and wild cheetah running in the wilderness, chasing after its prey. The wind blew from the front, brushing past his ears, making a whistling sound. Chen Zong felt as if he was about to fly.
Of course, this was just an illusion caused by his fast speed.
This was an ordinary person's body, but he could burst out with such speed. It was already very amazing.
Gradually, Chen Zong heard the fierce howls of the wolves, and also heard the cries of the villagers of Shanhai Village. They were fighting desperately.
They were fighting a bloody battle with the dozens of wolves.
From the sounds, Chen Zong judged that some people were injured, and some even died.
Since he insisted on saving people, he couldn't delay. Chen Zong's speed was getting faster and faster, and his legs were slightly numb.
Go go go!
He saw it.
Chen Zong clearly saw the villagers holding hunting knives, hoes, and sickles, and other tools, fighting with the dozens of wolves.
More than a dozen wolves, under the leadership of the alpha, attacked in an orderly manner. On the contrary, the villagers were not good at cooperation or fighting. They were only able to hold on for a while by relying on their numbers.
But there were already five people lying in a pool of blood, dying an unnatural death.
The villagers were like stragglers, while the wolves were like well-trained elite soldiers. Their teeth and claws were even more terrifying weapons that would injure anyone who came into contact with them. There was no way for them to escape.
If this situation continued, the dozen or so wolves might slaughter the entire village.
After all, in the whole village, the most powerful hunters had died in the mountains. Although there were young adults left, and they were good at farming, they were not enough to fight with the wolves. Moreover, the number of young adults was not many.
Out of the hundred or so people, seventy or so of them were old, weak, women, and children. The remaining twenty or so were youths. Their fighting power was average. There were less than thirty young adults. Now, there were only twenty or so left.
With such a comparison, how could they be a match for the dozen or so evil wolves? Moreover, among the dozen or so evil wolves, there was the strongest and most ferocious alpha wolf. Its battle prowess was tyrannical and could completely match up to three ordinary wolves. Of the five people who died, three were killed by the alpha wolf's sharp claws.
One blow!
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