Chapter 432 — A Healer's Heart
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 4
" The Baixi Deity said calmly, "That speaks of my speed. My speed is first under heaven. You cannot see my form at all; in an instant I flee a thousand li. With this leg ruined, how am I to use my speed?
" Shen Mu nodded. That night in the Desolate Ruins, when he had encountered the three deities of the High Heavens, he had caught one off guard and killed him, and this Baixi Deity had been his most troublesome opponent, swift beyond measure, coming and going like light and lightning.
Even when Shen Mu opened the Nine Heavens Far-Sight Art to the ninth stage, he could barely catch him, so that the battle had ranged over several thousand li before he wounded his leg and crippled him.
"One leg can still run very fast.
" Shen Mu consoled him. "Grandpa Cripple in my village has only one leg, and his speed is unmatched under heaven. Look at this ruined leg - shall I saw it off for you? " The Baixi Deity's body trembled, and his voice was hoarse.
"Are you not a divine physician? Have you truly no way to cure it? " Shen Mu said gloomily, "If it were two days ago. . . Saw it off now, and you will still have one leg to use.
Delay any longer, and it can only be cut off at the waist.
But rest assured, Grandpa Butcher in my village was cut off at the waist back then, and he lives quite well. He walks on his two arms, fast as flying, and he never has to trouble himself with pissing. " The muscles of the Baixi Deity's face twitched wildly, and he ground his teeth.
"Then cut it off! " Shen Mu drew the Carefree Sword and handed it to him, saying apologetically, "You are a deity.
I have not the power to sever your leg. You must do it yourself. " The Baixi Deity gripped the hilt, wanting to strike, but the tears came pouring down in streams. Shen Mu could not bear it either, and was about to speak, when the Baixi Deity gave a great cry, brought the sword down, and cut his ruined leg off clean at the root! Shen Mu was stunned for a moment, then hurried forward, staunched the bleeding for him, put away the Carefree Sword, and took out three legs, saying with the utmost sincerity, "Choose a leg.
I sincerely wish to avert this calamity, so I will certainly do all in my power to attach a leg for you, so that in days to come you may still pass like a white colt through a crack, in an instant and no more.
Rest assured, these three legs are all from Xing'an's collection, top-grade fine legs, no worse than your original. You know Xing'an?
A mad collector - he would not collect a body unless it was of god rank.
" The Baixi Deity endured the pain, beads of sweat rolling ceaselessly down his forehead. His gaze fell upon the three legs, and he said hoarsely, "How do I know you have not tampered with these three legs?
One skilled in healing is skilled in poison. If you have tampered with them, will I not have been duped? " Shen Mu looked at him with sincere eyes. Seeing his gaze and expression, the Baixi Deity felt some shame in his heart, but still he dared not believe him. His eyes flickered, and he pointed to the shorter of the divine legs. "I choose this one. " Shen Mu smiled, handed him that leg, and put the other two away. "Rest assured.
Keep this leg with you, and in two days, when your color is a little better, I will come back and attach it for you. With this leg in your keeping, you need not worry that I will tamper with it, surely? " The Baixi Deity nodded and sighed. "I should not have doubted you. I believe you have a healer's heart, the heart of a parent.
These next days, I will not have you prescribe medicine to nurse me.
I will do it myself! " Shen Mu mocked him: "You still do not trust me. Very well.