Upon seeing this, the man was first stunned, then screamed in agony. He had previously assumed Qin Chuan's hand was crippled, and while there was some pain, his subconscious didn't recognize it as an injury. At this moment, Qin Chuan's pain tolerance was incredibly high; he didn't feel pain in his mind.
Just like people with terminal illnesses are often scared to death. Even with a terminal illness, one could normally live for several years, but fear and worry, anxiety, poor appetite and sleep, and a significant decline in bodily functions allow the disease, which could have sustained them for years, to easily overwhelm their body's defenses.
Seeing the horrific state of his hand, the man naturally felt even greater pain. This was the beginning of its demise; without a miraculous cure, this hand was essentially useless.
Even with a miraculous cure, it wouldn't immediately restore it to this state, although it could regrow the lost part quickly
, appearing perfectly intact. However, because of this rapid regeneration, the newly grown part would have some unfamiliarity with its surroundings.
Perhaps this is the nature of perfection; bringing the dead back to life and healing the wounded is already defying the laws of nature, to a certain extent violating the laws of the universe.
Such things are extremely rare; even in the Nine Heavens, not everyone possesses them. And even if one has the medicine, it's not worth sacrificing a part to allow it to regrow—the original is always best.
If there's no other way, then the medicine to bring the dead back to life is naturally the best choice; there's no other way.
This medicine is practically 100% effective at curing someone who's still breathing, and its effects can restore them to their best condition.
Qin Chuan was ruthless this time, but he didn't consider it ruthless. Killing this kind of person wouldn't be a big deal, but Qin Chuan generally avoids killing if possible.
"You're courting death!" The man whose arm had been crippled was enraged, glaring venomously at Qin Chuan, his eyes seemingly spitting fire.
Qin Chuan didn't care, casually looking at the man. He had clearly seen the look in this man's eyes before—wanting to take advantage of Yu Qing. Qin Chuan would definitely make him regret it for the rest of his life.
Killing someone who only had designs on Yu Qing and whose strength was insufficient—Qin Chuan wouldn't kill them, but the punishment he would inflict would be unforgettable.
Qin Chuan thought it was great to have one arm crippled.
"If you're bold enough, say it again, and see if I'll break your other arm." Qin Chuan smiled at him.
The man, who had been shouting menacingly, was immediately silenced by Qin Chuan's words, like a chicken with its neck choked.
He saw calm decisiveness in the smiling young man's eyes. If he dared to say it again, he felt Qin Chuan really would cripple another arm.
After all, one arm was already gone; losing another wouldn't be a big deal, and might even kill him.
The man dared not speak, and the other was also frightened. This was the Taotie War God Temple; these two were undoubtedly from the Taotie War God Temple. However, the fact that no one from the Taotie War God Temple had come out puzzled Qin Chuan.
Was the Taotie War God Temple so cowardly?
War God Temple?
Qin Chuan frowned. Normally, those who frequently mentioned the words "War God Temple" were usually on his side, but this cultivation method and his previous behavior suggested otherwise.
The most important thing is the cultivation method. But thinking about the Taotie, this method seems normal. So, does it belong to the War God Temple's camp?
As for the two people in front of him being scoundrels, that's not surprising; no one says everyone from the War God Temple is good.
The main thing is that Qin Chuan carefully considered the mysterious absorption he just experienced. It's actually quite similar to absorbing faith power.
One is voluntary, the other is forced. Forced absorption seems better, but it's not. Forced absorption is limited to a certain range, such as near the Taotie Temple.
Faith power is different. As long as a reputation spreads and people have faith, faith power will be absorbed. In principle, there are no distance restrictions.
However, this is still a crooked path. Although the person being absorbed doesn't suffer much loss, it doesn't change the fact that it's a demonic path.
There are three thousand great paths, all leading to heaven. As long as it leads to heaven, it's good; a black cat or a white cat, as long as it catches mice, it's a good cat.
But there's also the Heavenly Dao, which emphasizes cause and effect. What is a crooked path? It's violating the laws of heaven.
Of course, if there's any debate, there's also the law of the jungle—survival of the fittest. This isn't some crooked path; it's the natural food chain.
Amitabha! Suddenly, at that moment, a deep, resonant voice broke Qin Chuan's reverie. A tall monk walked over. He was imposing, each step seemingly heavy, like an iron tower. Even though the earth seemed to tremble with each step, strangely, it felt incredibly light. So powerful! When Qin Chuan saw this monk, he knew he had underestimated the strength of the Taotie Temple. The old monk's age was indiscernible, but he seemed very old, yet not particularly robust. He appeared upright, but not the kind of compassionate monk. He didn't seem like a bad person either. His strength was probably at the War God Realm. He had just arrived in the Nine Heavens Land and already encountered a War God Realm expert, but thinking about it, it made sense. Where would the Bright Moon Palace have War God Realm experts? Besides, this was the Nine Heavens Land. However, even in the Nine Heavens Land, most places were still populated by ordinary people. Qin Chuan stood calmly in front of Yu Qing. Although the old monk didn't seem like a bad person, appearances can be deceiving, and this old monk wasn't the kind of benevolent, enlightened monk. Besides, there are many seemingly kind but actually wicked people. The old monk walked very close to Qin Chuan before stopping, looking at him intently. This puzzled Qin Chuan; wasn't this supposed to be a fight? After all, he had crippled their man. "Palace Master!" the crippled man called out respectfully and aggrievedly. The old monk waved his hand, and the two left. "Benefactor, you are a destined person," the old monk said earnestly, looking at Qin Chuan. Qin Chuan smiled; it seemed that monks always found people they were destined to meet. "The Taotie Temple is doomed, but there is something here that is destined for you, hmm, it's her," the old monk said seriously. Qin Chuan looked at the earnest old monk, shook his head, and remained silent. Qin Chuan didn't trust the Taotie Temple, and this old monk's allegiance was unclear. "You can take a look at this," the old monk said, taking out an object. It was a flower emitting a bright, clear halo, a lotus, with nine petals, exuding a mysterious aura and energy. For some reason, Qin Chuan felt that something was amiss. Yu Qing, however, stared blankly at the mysterious lotus, then smiled and said to Qin Chuan, "Take care of yourself, wait for me."
Qin Chuan shuddered, finally understanding the bad feeling he had before. It was the same as when Chu Shiqingzhu and Tantai Fanchen left, only much longer had passed. This time it was a flower, not some Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden Stone.