Sixty years of blacksmithing, a single hammer blow forging a celestial being.

The power of the lightning strike talisman appears to be extremely strong.

When Li Ping'an saw that Steward Wang was charred black all over, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Luckily, I had this talisman.

Otherwise, he would never have been able to defeat Steward Wang today.

With the enemy's demise, the pressure on Li Ping'an gradually lessened considerably in a short time.

As my body relaxed, I suddenly felt a sharp pain throughout my limbs and bones.

He couldn't help but let out a loud, heart-wrenching wail.

That damn Manager Wang actually beat me up so badly, he truly deserved to die!

After regaining his composure, Li Ping'an spat on the charred corpse.

Then he took out a Qi Gathering Pill from his pocket and swallowed it.

As spiritual energy slowly circulated, it repaired the injuries on his body.

This made him feel a little better, but he was still in excruciating pain.

I need to get my injuries treated right away.

Li Ping'an glanced back at the faintly visible market town, his mind already made up.

He casually broke off a tree branch and used it as a walking stick.

Leaning on his cane, he limped over to the charred corpse of Steward Wang.

Fortunately, although the lightning strike talisman burned Steward Wang beyond recognition, miraculously, his storage bag was still intact.

Li Ping'an looked at the storage bag next to Steward Wang's body, feeling extremely excited.

This Manager Wang has been the head manager of the sect for many years, and no one knows how much treasure he has plundered from the disciples.

Now they've all fallen into my hands, Li Ping'an.

Li Ping'an was overjoyed, his previous unhappiness vanished.

With difficulty, he put the storage bag into his arms.

After confirming that no one was around, Li Ping'an, leaning on his crutch, limped into the market.

Upon entering the market, passersby stared at the old man with astonishment.

The old man was about fifty or sixty years old, and he had a rather refined and scholarly appearance.

But at this moment, he was in a terrible state.

His clothes were burned beyond recognition.

His mouth and nose were covered in blood.

His body was covered in knife wounds.

One of the legs was twisted in an exaggerated way, clearly indicating that it had been broken.

He was seen using a tree branch as a crutch, walking with a limp down the street.

That appearance was quite terrifying.

"Sir, what's wrong? Do you need me to help you to the clinic?"

Along the way, many kind-hearted people came up to offer their help.

But Li Ping refused to comply with all of them.

He did not accept help from anyone.

Instead, he used his cane and walked straight towards one place.

When everyone saw where he went, they were all shocked.

It was clear that Li Ping'an was heading to Lichun Garden.

Holy crap! This old man is so badly injured, yet he still wants to go to a brothel!

A group of people stared in disbelief, unable to believe their eyes.

That old man Li Ping'an is amazing.

Despite suffering such severe injuries, he was still thinking about women.

Upon entering Lichun Garden, the young ladies were terrified by Li Ping'an's frightening appearance.

The pimp hurriedly came over to urge them on.

"Go away, this isn't a clinic, you've come to the wrong place!"

When Li Ping'an took out five spirit stones and tossed them to him, the pimp hurriedly said eagerly.

"Sir, which lady are you looking for? I'll introduce you right away. But... is your [suit/condition] alright?"

He looked at Li Ping'an's body covered in wounds with a strange expression.

Li Pingan said with a slightly pained tone,

"I'm here to see Nanzhi. Take me to see Nanzhi."

"Nan Zhi, my girl? Fine, fine!"

The pimp hesitated for a moment, but then helped Li Ping'an up to the second floor.

At this moment, Nanzhi is in her room getting ready.

She calculated the days; Li Ping'an hadn't come for some time, so he should be here in the next couple of days.

So he has been carefully dressing himself up these past two days.

In order to make a very good impression on Li Ping'an when they meet again.

"Miss Nanzhi, a gentleman is looking for you. It's Master Li!"

Hearing the pimp's shouts downstairs, Nanzhi was so excited that she jumped up from her stool.

It's Grandpa Li again!

Nanzhi's cheeks flushed red.

He quickly ran to the door and pushed it open.

Then she saw an old man who looked seriously injured, covered in blood, being helped over by a pimp.

Nanzhi was startled.

Her beautiful eyes widened, and her cherry-like mouth gaped open, unable to believe what she was seeing.

The old man looked to be in his fifties or sixties, with a ruddy complexion and an extraordinary demeanor.

But he recognized him at a glance; this was the old man Li she had been longing for.

"Uncle Li, what happened to you?"

Nanzhi couldn't help but shed tears.

She hurriedly went to help Li Ping'an, crying.

"Help me inside first, and help me heal my wounds."

Li Pingan said breathlessly.

Nan Zhi hurriedly helped Li Ping'an into the room and helped him lie down on the bed.

"Here are spirit stones. Go and buy me some healing pills."

This was the last thing Li Ping'an said before he fell into a coma.

Then he knew nothing more.

In his dream, Li Ping'an felt that he was surrounded by chaos.

His entire body felt like it was on fire.

It felt as if millions of ants were crawling on him, causing both pain and itching, making him suffer terribly.

It was pitch black in front of him as well.

Suddenly a bright light pierced the darkness.

A small, ancient-looking hammer appeared in his mind; it was the Heaven-Forging Hammer.

Li Ping'an recognized it; this was not the hammer that had been with him day and night during this period.

The hammer was seen waving in front of Li Ping'an, seemingly encouraging him.

Then the hammer swung back and forth, and the hammer body began to smash wildly in all directions.

It seemed to want to shatter the darkness before Li Ping'an's eyes.

With each blow, my vision blurred, as if the sky were collapsing and the earth were sinking.

Boom boom boom!

The Heaven-Forging Hammer continued to strike, one blow after another.

Finally, after who knows how many times the hammer was struck.

Stab it!

It was as if something had broken.

The surrounding area was a chaotic void, yet a crack was smashed into it.

The blinding sunlight streamed in from outside.

Li Pingan saw a familiar figure.

"Nanzhi, it's you..."

Li Pingan murmured.

The Heaven-Forging Hammer in front of them disappeared.

All that's left is that familiar room and those familiar people.

"Grandpa Li is awake!"

Nanzhi's voice rang out in surprise.

She quickly wiped away the cold sweat from Li Ping'an's body with a hot towel.

She looked at Li Ping'an with great joy.

Li Ping'an remained unconscious for seven days and seven nights.

During this time, she went to buy medicine and herbs for healing.

He stayed by Li Ping'an's side almost every step of the way.

She took care of him without stopping for a moment, worried about him, and wiped his sweat.

On the seventh day, Li Ping'an's eyes finally opened slightly.

Their joy was beyond words.

"I'm awake."

Li Pingan murmured.

His eyes gradually opened completely, and a glint of light appeared in them.

He tried to do it, and immediately felt excruciating pain all over his body.

He then discovered that he was almost entirely wrapped in bandages, with casts on his hands and feet.