Severed Arm

Senior Brother Bai was another four-star Spirit General. Because he was a star lower in cultivation, he had to rely primarily on hit-and-run tactics, barely daring to face his opponent's attacks head-on. Of course, the fact that the two could fight to a standstill meant that Senior Brother Bai naturally had his own merits, and that was his movement technique.

That's right, this Senior Brother Bai clearly possessed an extremely swift movement Spirit Skill. Relying on the advantage of his movement, the gap in their strength was infinitely narrowed. It was not easy for Senior Brother Li to defeat Senior Brother Bai, and it was even harder for Senior Brother Bai to defeat Senior Brother Li, which was why the two remained deadlocked on the field.

For the onlookers, two evenly matched opponents were undoubtedly the best subjects for observation.

If this movement technique is considered high-level, then I could challenge Spirit General experts too, Sanbao thought to himself, finding the others short-sighted. His own Nine-Turn Golden Body was only just at the introductory stage, yet his movement was already no worse than this Senior Brother Bai's.

That's right, why didn't I think of that? By relying on movement, I might not be unable to defeat one or two-star Spirit Generals, Sanbao felt a faint sense of excitement. Could he challenge those at a higher level than himself?

Although the duel between the two on the field was exciting, it became tiresome after watching for a long time. After all, they only used those same two or three Spirit Skills back and forth. Since it wasn't a life-or-death struggle, it lacked a bit of passion. Sanbao slowly walked out of the crowd and began to watch other matches at random.

"Wang Liang!"

Within one of the arenas, Wang Liang was locked in a fierce battle with a five-star Spirit Scholar. The two were very close in strength, so a winner was not quickly decided. However, because their levels were so low, even if the fight was exciting, only a handful of people were watching. Most others just glanced over and moved on; the battles of entry-level disciples were indeed nothing worth seeing.

To outsiders, being an entry-level disciple of the Cloud Saint Sect was an impressive achievement, but within the Cloud Saint Sect, entry-level disciples had no status, so naturally, few people paid attention to them.

Since it was rare to see someone he knew, Sanbao slowly walked over. Both people in the arena were already flushed red, looking as if they had pushed their use of spirit power to the limit.

"If you have the guts, take another sword strike from me!" "Afraid of you?"

"Ah..."

A miserable shriek broke the balance of the arena. The situation on the field changed instantly; the two who had been evenly matched just a moment ago had suddenly decided the outcome, and it came at the cost of Wang Liang losing his left arm.

"Spirit Tool..."

Wang Liang only managed to utter these two words before fainting from the pain.

Wang Liang's opponent, a young master in fine silks, had suddenly erupted with powerful combat strength, actually hacking off Wang Liang's left arm with a single strike. All of this relied on the Spirit Tool sword in his hand.

At first, he hadn't wanted to reveal the secret that he possessed a Spirit Tool, so he hadn't channeled his spirit power into the sword.

Later, after the two had fought for a long time and tempers had flared, he finally acted ruthlessly to severely wound his opponent, cutting off Wang Liang's left arm.

Needless to say, this person must be a descendant of a noble family; otherwise, with his meager Spirit Scholar cultivation, it would be impossible for him to possess a Spirit Tool that even ordinary Spirit Commander experts would find difficult to obtain.

"Number 150 wins. Uh, is there anyone from Number 35's sect here? Take him to the main hall to get bandaged..."

Once the Spirit Tool appeared, the outcome was decided. The referee only cared about announcing the winner; as for the injuries of the disciples on the field, he was very indifferent, or perhaps he simply couldn't be bothered. Once he finished his perfunctory remarks, he prepared to go report his results.

After all, Wang Liang was just a low-level entry disciple. In his eyes, he was no different from an ant, so there was no need to be overly concerned.

"Senior Brother Wang!"

Seeing that no one stepped forward, Sanbao rushed over without hesitation and grabbed Wang Liang. Blood was gushing from the stump of Wang Liang's left arm.

Sanbao had a background in medicine and knew that stopping the bleeding was the priority. He channeled his spirit power into his fingers to seal several major arteries, then tore a piece of cloth from his own clothes to quickly bandage the wound. At the same time, he asked the surrounding disciples, "Fellow brothers, does the Cloud Saint Hall have someone specialized in medical treatment?"

"They do, in the main hall. But I think your skills are better than those people's. Going there would just mean getting some medicine applied, and after resting for a few months, he'd be fine," someone replied.

"What about his severed arm?" Sanbao asked, feeling a bit anxious.

"That arm is definitely ruined; no one can save it..." the surrounding disciples sighed one after another.

"That's not true. His arm was just severed, and the cut is clean. If treated in time, it should be possible to reattach it, right?" Sanbao argued.

"How can you reattach it once it's cut off? Do you really think you're a divine doctor?" The crowd sneered before slowly drifting away.

Only then did Sanbao remember where he was. The medical standards of this world were insufficient, and even those who possessed spirit power didn't know how to apply it properly in this regard.

Forget it, I'll just have to go find your master, Elder Zhao. Seeing that no one had paid any attention to Wang Liang for a long time, Sanbao had no choice but to pick up the severed arm from the ground and carry Wang Liang out of the plaza alone. After all, they were acquaintances.

He thought to himself: I didn't expect the status of entry-level disciples to be so low. Even when someone is unconscious, no one comes to handle it.

After descending Cloud Saint Peak, Sanbao suddenly stopped. He had been in such a rush that he had forgotten to ask where Wang Liang's master, Zhao Youdao, lived. Time was of the essence; if he went back to Cloud Saint Peak to clarify the address, the arm would likely be truly ruined.

Forget it, I'll go to Fire Cloud Peak first and see if Master has a way.

Jing Yifei was also a Spirit King expert, and on top of that, she had the status of an artifact refiner; she should have a way, right? Having made up his mind, Sanbao rushed toward Fire Cloud Peak.

A quarter of an hour later, Sanbao appeared in the Fire Cloud Hall, panting while carrying the unconscious Wang Liang, and shouted loudly, "Master, come out quickly and save a life!"

Jing Yifei appeared quickly. Looking at the flushed Sanbao, she asked curiously, "Are you alright? Why did you carry this guy with the severed arm here?"

"Master, do you have a way to reattach his arm? He's my friend. He was hacked during a match just a moment ago," Sanbao asked urgently.

"Reattach it? That is too difficult. Unless a Spirit Emperor expert takes action and there is healing spirit medicine to assist, I can't do it!" Jing Yifei replied calmly.

If it were Sanbao who was injured, she would naturally try every possible method, but this ordinary entry-level disciple had nothing to do with her.

"Then can you help me beg the various sect leaders? Time is precious," since he had already stepped in, Sanbao naturally wanted to see it through to the end.

"Beg those guys? Not to mention the humiliation, there's no guarantee they'd be willing to help, and even if they were, there's no guarantee they could cure him. I see you and this person only just met, so forget it. Send him back to rest," Jing Yifei shook her head and then turned to leave.

"What?"

Sanbao's spirit deflated the moment he heard that. If even the sect leaders couldn't save him, it seemed Wang Liang's arm was truly ruined. How pitiful; with one arm gone, his strength would definitely drop significantly. Sigh, this guy was truly tragic.

Sanbao shook his head helplessly. He was about to throw the severed arm he was holding onto the ground, but he quickly pulled it back.

Forget it, it's better to rely on myself than to beg others. I'll do it myself. Whether it succeeds or not depends on your own fate.

Sanbao helped the unconscious Wang Liang up and, relying on the medical skills he had learned for many years, began to use the unique spirit power of this world to reattach Wang Liang's severed arm.

An hour later, Sanbao tucked the quilt over Wang Liang and finally stepped out of his room, a faint smile appearing on his slightly pale face.

He didn't know if it was because his luck was extraordinary or if his medical skills were truly superb, but he had somehow managed to reattach the severed arm that even the sect leader couldn't fix.

Although he didn't know how much function would eventually be restored, at least the most important meridians had been reconnected.

Zhao Youdao, the Hall Master of the Enforcement Hall of the Cloud Saint Sect, was a powerhouse on Cloud Mountain second only to the few sect leaders. Because he held great power, he was often the first choice for entry-level disciples when selecting a master, and thus he had many disciples; Wang Liang was one of them.

But precisely because there were so many disciples, those with low strength were rarely favored, and this time, when Wang Liang was seriously injured and unconscious, no one cared about him at all.

By evening, Wang Liang finally woke up. After learning that he had been saved by Sanbao, he was moved to tears and felt fortunate to have a friend like Sanbao.

"Junior Brother Sanbao, thank you so much. Otherwise, my arm..."

"Don't get your hopes up too high. Although your arm is reattached, it will be very difficult to fully recover, so you should be mentally prepared. Also, our Fire Cloud Hall doesn't allow outsiders to stay overnight. Where do you live? I'll take you back now," Sanbao shrugged, feeling quite helpless about the rules set by his master, Jing Yifei.

"I understand, I understand. Being able to reattach the arm is already a huge stroke of luck. I live in Orchid Creek Ravine, the territory of my master, Elder Zhao. Don't you know that?" Wang Liang thought to himself: Zhao Youdao is a famous elder of the Cloud Saint Sect; how could someone not know where he lives?

"I really didn't know, otherwise I would have sent you there in the first place," Sanbao smiled, supported Wang Liang, and the two slowly walked down Fire Cloud Peak.

"It would have been the same even if you went; it wouldn't have been as good as you!" Wang Liang knew his status was low; even if he were sent to Zhao Youdao, he might not have been able to get the sect leader to act.

"That's true. Being out on your own is never easy for anyone. It would be better if you could apply more healing medicine after you get back; I don't have any here," Sanbao said with a sigh of empathy.

The two chatted in detail along the way, and the injury of the severed arm had brought them much closer together.