Chapter 69: Blood Vengeance (1/1)

If none of them had eaten that yellow weasel, I might still have had a chance to reason with her.But, dear readers, do you remember the line the woman said earlier:

"The yellow weasel is so small, how could you bear to eat it?"

That was the moment the karmic chain was sealed.

You see, humans are the spirit of all living things. If a mountain spirit or wild beast harms people for no reason, they're considered to have fallen into the path of demons. For such beings, not only will they face Heaven's wrath, but also constant pursuit by Thunder Lords and Lightning Mothers.Anyone who commits such cruel acts will eventually face Heaven's thunderbolts, proof of divine law.

Have you ever witnessed "Heavenly lightning stirring Earth fire"?I have.

It happened when I was in the third grade.My father used to run a small roadside barbecue stand, and we were poor—so I learned to be independent early on. I would walk home alone from two kilometers away, no matter how late at night.

One evening, dark clouds loomed as I neared home.Suddenly, thunder rumbled overhead.I thought it was going to rain and ran faster.But as the old saying goes:

"When thunder roars without rain, something wicked is afoot."

Just as I crossed the street near our building, lightning struck a willow tree only a few meters ahead of me.The nearby power lines exploded in sparks, and a ball of fire rose from the ground and shot into the sky, connecting earth and heaven.The thunder rumbled for two full minutes. I was nearly scared senseless.It didn't rain at all. My grandfather had to come out to get me.

Back then, I was too young to understand.But years later, I learned:That very spot had been a frequent site of deadly traffic accidents—one every few months.The culprit? A crow demon who fed on human eyeballs after crashes.It was finally struck dead by lightning near that utility pole.

I tell this story to remind you:That yellow weasel marking her words with sorrow—was sealing everyone's karma.As the saying goes:

"A murderer must repay with their life."Humans have human law.Spirits and demons have Heaven's law.

It was Cui Hai's mocking remarks that sealed their fate.So now... this wouldn't be easy.

Anyone who's lived in the countryside knows:Weasels are extremely vengeful.If you offend even a common one, they'll bite your livestock to death.Now imagine one whose five children were eaten.She wouldn't rest until she had exterminated the entire bloodline of those responsible.

And the funeral crying of the weasel?That's not grief.That's a curse soaked in hatred.

Recently, there was a viral case on Weibo—a young man joked online:

"I'm dead. If you need anything, burn paper for me."A few days later... he really died.

It wasn't just coincidence.It was a curse.That's why I, Old Zhang, keep quiet when my luck feels low, wear protective charms, and avoid saying dark things.

Now imagine how effective a curse would be…When it comes from a true spirit or land-bound immortal?

Back to the present—this hatred ran bone-deep.Anyone would lose their mind if their children were slaughtered and eaten.

(I know many similar stories. I'll share more when time allows.)

Even though I was scared stiff, I forced myself to approach her.

She still knelt on the ground, wailing and kowtowing.But she wasn't bowing to us—She was bowing to the sky.

The five small coffins were open.Inside lay five mutilated, half-eaten corpses of her children.Each had their little yellow weasel heads laid upright, as if presenting them to Heaven.

She was formally testifying her grievance before the Heavens.

This was serious.Even the Night-Walking Deity had been sent to warn me not to interfere.

I didn't care if they distrusted me—I couldn't stand by and watch them die.

So I mustered my courage and said:

"Grandmother Huang… please, accept my condolences."

She turned toward me, her eyes burning with tears and hatred.Then she cursed at the others:

"Give me back my children! Five lives! Five!"

And then she pointed at me, shouting:

"What's this got to do with you?!Don't think I don't know who you are.You carry talismans at your waist, radiate righteous qi—You're one of the Maoshan lot, aren't you?Get lost! I'm collecting blood debt—don't get in my way!"

She wasn't wrong.

Killing must be repaid with death.This is karma.There's karma from past lives, and karma from this one.

If you owe someone love, money, or a life, and don't repay it now, you will in the next.That's why people often say:

"I must've owed you in my past life."

But in this case, her sons were clearly murdered.She was well within her rights to seek justice.

So I didn't get angry.Even with my patriarch backing me, I had to respect reason.

I clasped my hands and bowed:

"I am Zhang Dabao, 108th-generation disciple of Maoshan.I humbly ask you, Grandmother Huang, to spare these people—For the sake of my patriarch."

Her face twisted in fury.

"You little brat! Don't use the Three Pure Ones to pressure me.I follow the Heavenly Law. No one can stop me.And you think your half-baked skills can scare me?The only reason you're still alive is because I respect the Maoshan name.Don't push your luck. Get lost!"

I froze.

She wasn't bluffing.

You know the old saying:

"A weasel with white whiskers is not to be trifled with."That means at least 500 years of cultivation.

But this one had a fully white-tipped tail, and she referred to herself as "this immortal."Even the Night God's warning made it clear—she had become a true earth-bound immortal.

Let me explain briefly:In northern China, we often refer to such spirits as "Xian'er" (little immortals).These are beings who've mastered earthly spiritual power.

I've mentioned before the Hu family's fox spirit disciple—a "Chuma Xian" (spirit medium).Their "masters" are often these earth-bound spirits: fox, snake, weasel, rat, or gray spirits.

Foxes lure with their eyes.Snakes touch with both hands.Weasels smoke.White spirits drink like fish.Gray spirits prefer dark rooms.

The most common spirit mediums come from those with "evil bones"—meaning people who are sickly, spiritually sensitive, and susceptible to yin energy.Their weakness allows the spirit to possess them more easily.These become "official disciples" after undergoing initiation rituals.

It's why older Qi Gong masters used to say:

"Great illness breeds great power."Same idea.

Anyway—my only option now was to reason with her.

I said:

"Grandmother Huang, you've listened to Buddhist teachings, endured countless hardships to assume human form.You stand but one step from true transcendence.You must understand karma better than anyone.Your children may have owed a debt in a past life.If you take revenge now, not only will you lose your hard-earned cultivation—You'll never attain immortality.Please, I beg you… let them go."

I knew I couldn't defeat her.So all I could do was talk.

Surely, someone on the cusp of ascension wouldn't throw everything away?

Maybe it was because I once met Master Miaoyin, a great monk.Though I only picked up a fraction of his skills, my words now flowed naturally and with logic.

From the perspective of Heaven's laws, I made perfect sense.

But from a mother's perspective, I was just being heartless.

All I could do was talk blindly and hope.

She glared at me coldly:

"Save your high talk.Life for a life.You call yourself a disciple of the Three Pure Ones—yet you defend murderers?Maybe I should cut open your chest and see if your heart is black!"

Before I could react, she lunged forward.

With terrifying speed, she tore open my shirt,Her claws lengthened like something out of Journey to the West.

As her claws sliced across my chest—I realized…

This was it.

Life or death.

I hadn't expected her to strike so suddenly.In sheer panic, I screamed:

"Patriarch, save me!"