When Luo Xiaoxi was young, her family had intended for her to inherit One Finger Slaughter's famed ultimate technique. But after seeing One Finger Slaughter's two ugly fingers, hard as steel, she resolutely refused.
Girls were born with a love for beauty. She did not want to train her pretty fingers into such grotesque shapes merely to become powerful.
While One Finger Slaughter went to excavate and gather the spiritual energy.
Lu Feng also entered the shack beneath the central black Sun Severing Cloth. Looking at Feng Minglang and the others lying or sitting on the ground, their faces grimy and gray, their vitality withered, he could not bear it, yet still asked bluntly, "Have you decided which part you are willing to sacrifice?"
Before this, Feng Yuan and the others had already conveyed Lu Feng's words to Feng Minglang's group. They all knew the price of "treating" the Death Qi.
For a moment, Feng Minglang and the others' faces grew even more dim. They were only in their teens or twenties. At such an age, having to make such a cruel choice naturally weighed heavily on their hearts.
They were all whole people. Who would be willing to part with a piece of their own body?
Yet their persistence and longing for cultivation forced them to take this step.
After a moment of silence, the eldest, Feng Minglang, was the first to make his choice.
"My left hand," Feng Minglang said weakly, though several traces of resolve shone through his voice. "I usually use my right hand. Losing my left arm should have the least impact."
"We... we'll choose our left hands too."
Apart from the youngest youth, the other three followed Feng Minglang's lead and made their choice.
"Little Loach?"
Everyone turned toward the small boy shrinking behind