Chapter 107 There Will Always Be Successors

The black flame devoured his arm with no sign of stopping. If it continued to drag on, at the burning rate, Tian Jinzhong would be reduced to ashes in a quarter of an hour at most.

This is a difficult problem facing everyone. Neither Longhu Mountain nor Shangqing has the means to extinguish the black flame.

"Master, it was my incompetence that caused me to be injured by this evil creature. It has nothing to do with you."

Tian Jinzhong could feel that his flesh and blood were like cotton wool. His master's Golden Light Rock and Senior Shangqing's talismans were both green wood that temporarily blocked the burning of the black flames. It was only a matter of time before they were burned through.

What made him most uncomfortable was that his right forearm was also burned into a bloody mess. Although he could not feel the pain, he knew better than anyone that there would be more obstacles on his future path of cultivation.

"Jinzhong, don't be afraid. I am watching over you here and will definitely protect your life."

"Master."

Tian Jinzhong choked up and felt regretful. If he had not touched the knife, he would not have ended up like this.

However, this is human nature. Not to mention him, even other disciples would be unable to suppress their curiosity when they see the special weapon that can restrain the golden light of their sect.

Zhang Jingqing held his disciple's broken arm. The blood-red flames, like the fangs of an evil spirit, were devouring the flesh and blood from the end of the wound. Fortunately, no other vital parts were affected by the flames.

In this way, the solution became clear, and everyone knew that it was to cut off the arm.

However, when Zhang Jingqing looked at his pale-faced disciple, the words of exhortation were stuck in his throat for a moment, as if they were heavy as a thousand pounds and could not be spoken.

Zhang Zhiwei stood still, his fists clenched slightly. He understood his master's difficulties, so he took the initiative to speak:
"Brother, the fire has not yet spread to the whole body. If you cut it off, you can save your life."

"Just bear with it. I will seal your acupuncture points and I can take action anytime."

"Senior brother."

Tian Jinzhong saw the solemn expressions on everyone's faces and understood everything. Shangqing's seniors, master, and brothers were worried that if they cut off his arms to save his life, it would hurt his self-esteem, so they were all waiting for his consent.

"Jinzhong nephew, will you listen to my advice?"

Although the broken arm was a serious injury, the head of Shangqing Sect, who had experienced many ups and downs in the martial arts world, was already accustomed to it. He only muttered:

"It's totally worth losing my arm to save my life. Who knows, maybe I can fix it."

"Repair?!" Tian Jinzhong was stunned. His mood had hit rock bottom, but a glimmer of hope rose in his heart.

"Ah."

The head of Shangqing Sect fell into reminiscence and recounted the old events: "From what I know and have seen, there are two forces that can repair broken limbs and make them as good as new."

"One is the Medicine King Valley in southern Xinjiang. It is remote and uninhabited, but when I was traveling in my early years, I did see fellow Taoists there who had this ability;"

"The next is the Trinity School. I once had an old friend whose arm was cut off while he was exorcising a demon. He then used his profound skills to restore his arm completely."

"This alone is not enough to prove that it was a method used by their sect, but later I heard that fellow Daoist Kuang Ya from the Trinity Sect was also able to do the same thing. Even if his arm was cut off, he was still able to repair it."

"What's more, the head of the Jiang family who succeeded to the throne some time ago is at a higher level than the previous two in terms of reverse life. Maybe he can find a way."

The words of the Shangqing Sect Master immediately gave Tian Jinzhong hope. The most important thing was that this was not a rumor, but something that the predecessors had seen.

Seeing his expression moved, Zhang Jingqing warned him: "Jinzhong, I would rather you cripple this arm than save your life. You must remember that the more you can't bear it, the more time you need to practice!"

"Good Master."

Things have come to this point, and Tian Jinzhong has no other choice. He took a deep breath and suppressed all the thoughts in his mind. Instead of letting his arm burn, he might as well decide the extent of his disability himself.

"Excuse me, Senior, Master, please help me."

"It'll be fine, don't worry."

The old master kept chattering away, relieving Tian Jinzhong's mental stress while using his skinny fingers to press acupoints to stop the blood from flowing through the wound.

After everything was ready, he turned his head to look at the Heavenly Master and signaled that it was OK.

"Jinzhong, bear with it." Even though Zhang Jingqing was reluctant, he still gathered his Qi into a blade and pressed it two inches in front of Tian Jinzhong's elbow joint. He acted decisively and cut it off in an instant.

"Pfft!"

The severed arm fell to the ground, but the arm, where the acupoints were sealed, did not bleed much, so the headmaster of Shangqing helped bandage the wound.

When the black flame had devoured all the flesh and blood, it began to corrode the golden light, but Zhang Jingqing waved his hand and threw it far away. A bolt of lightning suddenly fell from the sky and annihilated it.

"Jinzhong. Hold on."

Seeing that his junior fellow apprentice had lost too much blood and was about to faint, Zhang Zhiwei was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat, fearing that his junior fellow apprentice would fall asleep and never wake up.

"Let him rest. It's fine. His life is saved."

After Tian Jinzhong fell into a coma, the head of Shangqing Sect cast a spell again to restore the connection between his brain and pain nerves while he fell into a deep sleep.

"Thank you, old friend."

After the fire was removed and his disciple's life was saved, Zhang Jingqing immediately bowed to the old master to express his gratitude.

"That's true. You're not the only one who was negligent. I was too. It's just a pity for Jinzhong to suffer this unprovoked disaster."

The head of Shangqing Sect sighed with regret, saying that casualties in this battle could have been completely avoided, but unexpectedly an accident still happened.

"Perhaps this is his fate. He needs to go through hardships. If jade is not polished, it will not become a useful tool."

Zhang Jingqing was in a heavy mood and suddenly thought of another disciple, Zhang Huaiyi.

If it was him who came this time, with his thieving and competitive character, could he resist this temptation in order to catch up with Zhang Zhiwei?
The answer is self-evident.

Or, as he himself said, he had previously encountered the demon Wu Gensheng who was able to break the Golden Light Curse, but was not killed. Would he have any inappropriate thoughts about the demon's methods?

There are many tricks in the martial arts world, and there is more than one family that can break the golden light. Zhang Jingqing feels a headache. He cannot ensure that his disciples can face those temptations and remain sober. Once they take a wrong step, they will be doomed.

After the ambush, a ship near the coast began to approach. Zhang Zhiwei, carrying the unconscious Tian Jinzhong, boarded the ship with his master and others.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The ship roared with steam burning, and the helmsman changed direction and began to return.

In the sea area with torrential rain and strong winds, Cheng Zhen felt the vastness of heaven and earth. He was wet all over, his skin was as white as a fairy. The Qi of hurricanes and thunder was being pulled by him bit by bit across a long distance.

As the true method was activated, the two Qi of wind and thunder surrounded Cheng Zhen's body, one was colorless, and the other was silvery white. They gradually penetrated the skin, seeped into the flesh, and traveled along the internal organs.

The refining process lasted for several hours.

Jiang Mo stood not far away and stared, feeling a little expectant and nervous. It was a long-lost feeling, the last time he had this feeling was when he found the true method and was preparing to break through the third level of rebirth.

This sea area is like the end of the world. The raging waves are uncontrollably overwhelming and crashing into the reefs. The howling sound of the wind fills every corner, covering up all other sounds.

Those who seek the Dharma have no distractions and are isolated from the outside world. Those who watch are lost in memories and turn a blind eye to the storm. The passage of time loses its meaning here.

I don’t know how long it took, but the wind and waves gradually subsided, the dark clouds in the sky dissipated, revealing a deep starry sky.

Cheng Zhen slowly opened his calm and gentle eyes. Standing on the beach, his figure became more ethereal, his temperament changed, and he turned around and smiled at Jiang Mo:

"Uncle Master, it's done."

Two completely different streams of Qi emerged from his right hand, with sounds of whistling wind and thunder.

Wu Chengzhen——Wei Xuanzi.

The second person after Jiang Mo to achieve advanced accomplishments in the Trinity True Dharma.

(End of this chapter)