Chapter 940
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The pain in his fingers intensified. It was a few times more painful than when he had his fingers cut off. It was as if a saw was sawing at his fingers. Waves of pain surged through him.
He bit the bedding and suppressed his moans. He tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
He tossed and turned until midnight. The pain had subsided, but the exhaustion that had accumulated over the past two days had overwhelmed him. He finally fell asleep.
He slowly woke up the next morning.
He looked around. The bright sunlight shone through the window. His surroundings were very quiet. Birds were chirping under the eaves. It was another leisurely morning.
He got out of bed and opened the window. Fresh air rushed into his face.
He felt refreshed and his body was light. Compared to yesterday, it was as if he had ascended to heaven from hell. It was a stark difference.
He looked down at his left hand and his eyes widened.
Two fair fingers appeared on his originally severed index and middle fingers. They were different from the rest of his fingers. They were fair and tender like a woman's delicate fingers.
He moved his fingers and confirmed that they were indeed his own fingers. Then, he reached out to pick up a strand of hair on the table. He used his thumb, index finger, thumb, and middle finger respectively. They were all nimble and smooth, without any sense of awkwardness or abnormality. His fingers had actually grown!
An indescribable excitement and the joy of regaining something he had lost overwhelmed him.
He opened the door with a bang and rushed out of the house. He arrived in front of the Taoist temple. Zhou Haoran and Zheng Xiabo were practicing their swordsmanship. Their movements were slow and their swords were like water.
They looked at him with concern when they saw him.
Zhou Haoran was still mad at him. He scoffed. "You look good!"
Wen Tingdao raised his left hand and showed it to them. "Senior Brothers, look! Take a good look! "
The two of them looked at his left hand and widened their eyes.
"It can't be fake, right?" Zhou Haoran stepped forward and moved the two fair fingers.
Wen Tingdao suddenly clamped his fingers together. Zhou Haoran turned his fingers into claws and pecked at his fingers. Wen Tingdao flicked his fingers.
"Pow!" A powerful force spread.
Zhou Haoran retracted his hand and said in disbelief, "It's really your fingers. You haven't lost any strength!"
Zheng Xiabo said, "They've really grown back?"
Wen Tingdao laughed proudly. "They've really grown back! These are my fingers, haha! "
Originally, he did not think that his fingers were precious. After losing them and regaining them, he was pleasantly surprised and cherished them.
"Two days to grow a finger, miraculous!" Zheng Xiabo exclaimed. "This Detachment Pill really lives up to its name!"
The Sword Moon Sect had a long history and was not inferior to the Holy Church of Light. The sect also had a Pill Scripture like the Treasured Pill Scripture, so they had heard of the Detachment Pill.
However, no one in the Sect had ever succeeded in refining the Detachment Pill. Because of this, they knew that no one could successfully refine the Detachment Pill. Hence, they did not believe that Chu Li had taken out the Detachment Pill.
"Congratulations, Junior Brother Wen!" The two cupped their fists and smiled.
Wen Tingdao cupped his fists and laughed out loud. He suddenly stopped and said softly, "Senior Brother Zhou, Senior Brother Zheng, I thought of Uncle-Master Hu!"
"Uncle-Master Hu …" Their expressions changed slightly, and they looked at each other with bright eyes.
Wen Tingdao smiled. "What do you think Master's Senior Hu's reaction will be if he obtains the Detachment Pill?"
"We must obtain the Detachment Pill!" The two said in a low voice.
Zheng Xiabo said, "Uncle-Master Hu's swordsmanship is superb, but he can't use a sword after his thumbs were chopped off. However, he's obsessed with swordsmanship and wants to cultivate the Bloody Garment Divine Power. That's why he's imprisoned in the Tide-listening Temple. If Uncle-Master Hu obtains the Detachment Pill, I wonder how happy he'll be … Our Sword Moon Sect's strength will greatly increase!"
"Don't tell Uncle-Master Hu yet. Otherwise, he'll definitely escape from Tide-listening Temple and come to steal the Detachment Pill!" Zhou Haoran said. "It'll ruin things instead … This Zhao Dahe is a genius in alchemy!"
"He's also a trustworthy person." Zheng Xiabo smiled. "If it were me, I might not give Junior Brother Wen the Detachment Pill. It's too precious!"
"He must have more Detachment Pills!" Zhou Haoran scoffed. "Why don't I snatch some for Uncle-Master Hu!"
"That's a good idea." Zheng Xiabo shook his head. "However, we can't do that unless it's the last resort. Don't do it in one go. Apart from Uncle-Master Hu, there are a few other Uncle-Masters who had their fingers chopped off. Some of them even lost their arms. If they can recover, we'll be rewarded greatly. We'll also be favored by the Uncle-Masters. Our swordsmanship will definitely improve by leaps and bounds with their guidance!"
He was in high spirits as he spoke. The other two were the same.
The wonders of swordsmanship depended on one's own understanding and guidance from a wise master. Their master was a wise master, but if they could receive guidance from the Uncle-Masters, they would benefit immensely!
"What should we do then?" Zhou Haoran asked.
Wen Tingdao thought for a while. "Senior Brothers, why don't we trade with him? What kind of pills does he need? We can trade them with the Detachment Pill. What do you think? "
"That's a good idea." Zhou Haoran nodded and smiled. "The pills from the Li Dynasty are far inferior. We can just take out some and we'll be able to stun him into trading!"
"Don't forget that he's a Pill-refining Master!" Zheng Xiabo shook his head.
The three of them fell silent.
Wen Tingdao thought for a while. "We'll trade the Common Knotgrass with him!"
"That makes sense!" Zheng Xiabo said. "But you have to be careful. The Holy Church of Light might not allow their disciples to trade privately. We're not friends with the Holy Church of Light!"
"Alright, I'll look for him in secret." Wen Tingdao nodded.
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The air was fresh in the morning.
Chu Li was cultivating the thirty-six energy-nurturing forms in the backyard.
He suddenly stopped. "Since you're here, show yourself."
Wen Tingdao was dressed in a blue tunic. He fanned himself and smiled. "I'm here to thank you. Thank you, Brother Zhao, for the Detachment Pill!"
"You're welcome." Chu Li did not stop and continued cultivating the thirty-six energy-nurturing forms. "We agreed on this. I, Zhao Dahe, always keep my word."
"Brother Zhao, do you have any more Detachment Pills?"
"Yes, but I want to give them to the Church of Light. I'll be rewarded greatly."
"… How about you give us four more?" Wen Tingdao smiled. "Brother Zhao, let me know if you have any requests!"
Chu Li shook his head. "I was lucky this time but I might not be able to do it next time. I don't have many left and there are many handicapped people in the Church who need them more. I won't trade them and I can't trade them with you!"
"Sigh …" Wen Tingdao shook his head. "The Sword Moon Sect has spirit pills too. Brother Zhao, are you not interested?"
Chu Li shook his head.
"What if I trade them with martial arts?" Wen Tingdao looked at him with a smile.
Chu Li immediately asked, "What martial arts?"
"What martial arts do you want?" Wen Tingdao's handsome face was full of smiles. "As long as it's not our sect's martial arts, you can ask for anything."
"The Reincarnation Temple's martial arts," Chu Li said.
Wen Tingdao pondered. "The Reincarnation Temple's martial arts are imparted through enlightenment. Outsiders can't peek at them."
Chu Li said, "Then there's nothing to trade."
"The Reincarnation Temple's martial arts aren't invincible." Wen Tingdao shook his head. "There are ways to restrain it."
Chu Li shook his head. "It's useless even if there are ways to restrain it. My cultivation level isn't high enough."
"There are spirit pills to recover inner energy." Wen Tingdao smiled.
Chu Li frowned. "Something like the Miracle Cure Pill?"
Wen Tingdao nodded slowly. "That's right!"
Chu Li waved his hand. "That's even worse!"
It would be too easy to be caught. Spirit pills to recover martial arts were a taboo.
Wen Tingdao frowned at him. "The Hai Cang Mountain's sword technique!"
"Do you have a heart technique?"
"… No." Wen Tingdao shook his head. "The Hai Cang Mountain's heart technique is a secret. It can't be taught to outsiders."
"What's the use of that!" Chu Li scoffed.
"The Hai Cang Mountain's sword technique is already top-notch, although it's slightly inferior to the Sword Moon Sect's."
"Our Divine Light Sword is already a top-notch sword technique."
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