Three Days Later

Qin Xuan's words were simple, and he spoke them lightly, but every disciple of the Clear Sky Sect felt a chill down his spine.

They looked at their weaker arms, then at their groins, and considered what it would mean to have all their future descendants killed.

In the end, rather than let their bloodlines die out, they chose their arms.

Amid screams and wails, blood once again flowed through the Clear Sky Sect. All five hundred or so surviving disciples lost an arm.

"Satisfied now?" Tang Bai held his severed arm, forced down the pain, and glared at Qin Xuan.

"We're still one person short." Qin Xuan looked at Tang Xiao, who had only one arm left.

"Don't push it too far! Xiao'er has only one arm left, and you've already had him castrated. You might as well kill him outright rather than maim him again!" Tang Bai roared.

"Then he can keep one eye. That's generous enough, isn't it?" Qin Xuan said with a smile.

Tang Xiao did have some backbone. When Qin Xuan demanded his eye, he said nothing. He gouged out an eyeball himself, then shouted, "How could I discard the flesh and blood my parents gave me?" and swallowed it.

"Satisfied now?"

"Good. You're a man of courage," Qin Xuan said. "One last condition. Over these three days, I'll bury a hundred Clear Sky Sect disciples alive each day. By my count, you have over five hundred left. Even after three days, two hundred will remain. If Tang Hao still hasn't appeared by then, don't blame me for what happens next."

"Today is the first day. Count how many are in the pit."

A Red-Robed Cardinal standing beside the pit counted for a moment, then replied respectfully, "Your Holiness, ninety-nine. We're one short."

"Then make