Zhao Shan’s heart, which had just sunk, rose again.
Could he really have a way?
Chen Ye’s gaze was cold as he commanded:
"Sit down."
Zhao Shan gritted his teeth and finally sat cross-legged on the stone bench as instructed.
"Bear with it, if you die I’m not responsible."
"Buzz!"
Chen Ye spread his five fingers, and in the palm of his hand, two entirely different spiritual powers swirled like yin and yang fish.
One was gray and dull like deadwood, full of death;
The other was as green as a new bud, full of vitality.
This was the Life and Death Profound Light!
"Rise!"
Chen Ye let out a low shout.
The spiritual power enveloped Zhao Shan’s withered, severed arm and lifted it into the air, directly colliding with the stump on Zhao Shan’s shoulder.
"Hmm!!"
At the moment of contact, Zhao Shan let out a muffled groan, blue veins popping on his forehead, his face contorted.
Pain!
Pain that pierced the heart!
It was as if someone was grinding his bones with a dull knife, or tearing open his wound and sprinkling a handful of salt!
"Remove disease!"
Chen Ye paid no mind to Zhao Shan’s pain. His expression was indifferent, and he touched his fingers together like a knife, a thin spiritual blade forming at his fingertips.
This was the Disease Removal Saber Technique, used to excise the source of illness without harming the root.
In the past, it was a method Chen Ye relied on to make a living, originally used to treat spirit plants.
But as his skill increased, it could also be used to heal living beings, like Jin’er’s leg today, treated using the Disease Removal Saber Technique.
Szzz——
The spiritual blade flipped and flew, swift as lightning.
The traces of sword intent at Zhao Shan’s wound seemed to be picked apart by invisible needles.
Blood spurted out but was immediately sealed by Chen Ye.
Then.
Chen Ye pressed with his left hand, the dark spiritual power burrowing into his wound.
"Aaah——!!"
Zhao Shan couldn’t help but scream in agony, as the changes between life and death, decay and vitality, violently churned within his body.
The resulting pain was imaginable.
For any other cultivator, they might have fainted from the pain long ago.
But fortunately, Zhao Shan was a battle-hardened Foundation Establishment cultivator, his will tenacious, barely managing to stay conscious.
"Shut up, don’t move. If it’s reconnected crookedly, I’m not responsible for fixing it."
Chen Ye glanced at him coldly.
His expression slightly serious as he drove the vitality.
The process was extremely complex.
He needed to reconstruct the meridians on the severed arm and ensure they could connect with Zhao Shan’s internal meridians.
On the arm, countless granulation tissues writhed crazily under the catalysis of spiritual power,
like innumerable small tentacles, greedily grabbing onto the severed arm.
Connection, fusion, regeneration!
This process was extremely bloody, but Chen Ye was long accustomed, his expression unchanging.
Seeing this, Zhao Shan knew that his arm was saved.
Even though he was in immense pain, he dared not howl for fear of disturbing Chen Ye.
Who knows how long it was.
Chen Ye finally released his palm, casually using a Dust Cleaner technique on himself, dispelling the smell of blood.
The Spirit Snake Peak Master now panted heavily, collapsed beside the stone table, drenched in sweat.
But he couldn’t care less about these; his eyes were fixed intently on his left hand.
Where there was once an empty sleeve, there was now a whole arm!
He tried to move his fingers.
Crack, crack...
A bit stiff, a bit jerky.
After a little movement, it was entirely the same as before.
When channeling spiritual power, it was even more smooth and efficient!
"Moved... it moved..."
Zhao Shan trembled as he raised his hand, watching the spiritual light ignite at his fingertips, his eyes reddening.
Missing an arm didn’t actually affect daily life much for a Foundation Establishment cultivator like him.
But the problem was, Bai Susu had directly destroyed his meridians in that part!
And now, everything was healed!
"Chen Ye..."
Zhao Shan raised his head, his expression complex.
Was there gratitude?
Perhaps for a fleeting moment.
But more than that, there was incomprehension.
"Why? You could’ve let me become a cripple, why help me? Don’t give me any talk of fellow sect camaraderie, I don’t believe you’re that kind-hearted!"
"Help?"
Chen Ye was clearing the blood from his hands with the Dust Cleaner technique, paused at the words, and slowly said,
"Peak Master Zhao, you misunderstand. I wasn’t helping you."
With that.
He stood up straight, Zhao Shan’s eyes narrowing slightly, watching as the man walked up to him, and then saw the man reach out and pat the newly reattached arm.
Splat!
The strength was neither light nor heavy, but enough to make Zhao Shan shiver with pain.
After all, this arm was just connected to his entire meridian system, even a pat was enough to affect the entire meridian system.
"I just don’t want others saying that I, Chen Ye, won without honor, defeating a cripple."
Chen Ye sighed, his expression serious,
"This arm has just been reattached, the meridians are fragile, and you’ll need about a month of rest before you can fight. During these days, Peak Master Zhao should eat more pills and adjust yourself to peak condition. If Peak Master Zhao wants to repay me, then when the time comes, use all your strength, and don’t hold back."
"Alright, go. Don’t delay my cultivation."
Zhao Shan’s expression changed slightly.
This guy... really doesn’t cut him any slack.
But as he is now, how could he be angry because of this?
He struggled for a while, ultimately said nothing.
He just stood up, gave a slight bow with his fists cupped to Chen Ye, and then staggered out of Cangli Courtyard.
"Barely resolved a future trouble?"
Chen Ye nodded in satisfaction.
He didn’t want to be resented by a Sixth-Layer Foundation Establishment cultivator.
While Chen Ye wasn’t afraid, what if Zhao Shan, in his desperation, decided to trouble his apprentice?
As for killing Zhao Shan?
Even someone as arrogant as Bai Susu had only severed one of his arms...
Moreover.
Killing the Peak Master in the Lingyin Sect, which is overseen by Golden Core True Men, would be a bit too bold.
Besides,
it’s easier to peacefully nurture his disciple to invincibility; why drag himself into trouble?