Chapter 225 - - 223 you damn kindness_1

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MMP!

Before Qian Dajin could react, his hand was gone. He looked at Duge as tens of thousands of grass-mud horses galloped through his mind.

Is this what you call “Everyone for me, and I for everyone”?

Is this kindness?

Do you even treat people as human beings? We’re all one family; just let me know, it’s not like I won’t give it to you!

I freaking need my right hand to work!

The leading Mountain Guarding Disciple stared at the severed hand in his grip, equally befuddled.

Then,

He looked at the severed hand, glanced over at Qian Dajin’s cut wrist, and when he turned towards Duge again, his expression was solemn and his eyes burned with fervor as he said with a fist salute, “Sir’s medical skills are truly brilliant! May I ask for your esteemed name and who you apprenticed under?”

“You flatter me,” Duge responded with a fist salute, “My surname is Wang, first name Chong, apprenticed under Guan Kezheng of Seven Star Mountain.”

“Seven Star Mountain?”

The Mountain Guarding Disciple’s brow furrowed slightly as he looked at the surrounding disciples with a questioning glance.

The crowd shook their heads, clearly having not heard of the name; however, this did not hinder their respect for medical skills.

In an instant, the ability to delicately and precisely sever someone else’s hand was almost like an Immortal Technique. If they could bring such medical skills into the Medical Immortal Sect, it would surely propel the Sect’s medical arts to leap forward significantly.

The Mountain Guarding Disciple stepped aside from the gate, bowing respectfully, “Sir, please follow me.”

“After you, young sir,” Duge said politely, perfectly observing the courtesies, “May I have the honor of knowing your name?”

“It’s no honor. My surname is Sun, name He,” the Mountain Guarding Disciple stood still, saluting again with his fist, “Sir, I’ll take you to meet our Sect Leader. He is profoundly skilled in surgery…”

Before he could finish,

He was interrupted by someone next to him: “Sun He, do you have no shame? Your master plainly researches elixirs; it’s my master who is skilled in surgery.”

“Your master is clearly an expert in decoction preparations,” another person interjected, “Sir, don’t listen to them, follow me; my master is called the ‘Saintly Hand of Surgery’.”

“Your master is clearly the ‘Saintly Hand of Gynecology’…”

Before long,

Several Mountain Guarding Disciples had fallen into an argument over Duge.

“Why can’t we all share our knowledge?” Duge offered a well-intentioned suggestion.

“Mr. Wang speaks wisely.”

The Mountain Guarding Disciples paused for a moment; some holding arms, others carrying legs, they swiftly took off.

Xu Heming and the others were dumbfounded, helplessly watching as their body parts were taken away, wanting to call them back but not knowing what to say.

Although they often nourished their limbs with Spiritual Power, having those severed limbs placed for too long, and with the weather being hot, could lead to decay. If they couldn’t be reattached, they would be the unlucky ones…

From beginning to end,

The disciples of the Medical Immortal Sect weren’t concerned about why Seven Star Gate had taken away the head of the Supervisory Academy, nor about how the two sides could still peacefully coexist. Their attention was completely captured by Duge’s exquisite medical skills.

“Sect Leader, there won’t be any trouble, will there?” The head of the Academy swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked blankly towards Duge.

“What trouble could there be? Just a bunch of medical fanatics,” Duge chuckled, “Rest easy, I’ve got this.”

I’ve got this?

Easy for you to say.

The head of the Academy felt a bitter taste in his mouth. So, it wasn’t your arm that was taken, so who will they turn to for reattachment if they offend the Medical Immortal Sect?

He shook his head, one disaster after another; this master was too hard to serve…

…

Shortly thereafter,

A few flying sword Cultivators swooped in. The limbs that had been taken by their disciples were now in their hands.

Their faces were also alight with fervor. Before they even approached, their voices carried over, “Who here is Mr. Wang?”

“I am Wang Chong, a novice in the field, at the service of the esteemed medical practitioners,” Duge stepped forward with a fist salute, his eyes gleaming; they were all at the Golden Core Stage, such an excellent medical team!

The Cultivators of the Medical Immortal Sect dismounted their swords and returned the salute, with the leading one sizing up Wang Chong and shaking his head, “There’s no order in learning; the master is the one who achieved. Mr. Wang belittles us with your talk of novices.”

The rest of the medical practitioners hurried over to examine Xu Heming and the others’ injuries, and after their inspection, they all clicked their tongues in amazement.

“Earlier, when our junior mentioned Mr. Wang’s surgical prowess, I didn’t quite believe it; now, having seen it with my own eyes, it’s nothing short of astonishing!”

“It’s even cleaner than a knife cut, truly impressive.”

“It’s like the work of gods and devils.”

…

Xu Heming and the others were left speechless.

Talking about someone else’s injury as if it were normal, is that really okay? Don’t they consider the feelings of the injured?

“The esteemed medical practitioners overpraise me,” Duge said, his cheeks tinting with color, “I’m far from deserving such praise from the practitioners. Honestly, I have no understanding of medical skills whatsoever. I can only sever but cannot reattach.”

“Not versed in medical skills?” The medical practitioners were stunned.

“Yes, this is a cultivation technique from my sect, which allows us to unhook people’s limbs in an instant during battle. To tell the truth, it offends the Way of Heaven, and it wouldn’t be an overstatement to define it as a Demon Cultivation Art,” Duge sighed and said, “Before passing away, my master thought of abolishing this technique to avoid bringing trouble to Seven Star Gate. After all, even though Seven Star Gate is small, it is a righteous sect and wouldn’t want to gain the reputation of an evil and heretical path because of this technique.”

The little junior sister looked at the third senior brother, who was talking nonsense, and then sighed silently before regaining her composure. After the incident where the seventh junior brother sacrificed himself to help the third senior brother win, she had grown a lot and wasn’t so easily shocked anymore.

“Nonsense, what an outrageous claim,” the leading medical cultivator frowned and said.

Duge glanced at him and replied, “Right, that’s what I think too. A knife in the hands of a murderer can kill, while in the hands of a doctor it can save lives. The merit or fault lies not with the knife, but with the person who wields it. This cultivation technique has descended into the world for a reason. If used rightly, it is righteous; if used wickedly, it is evil. After much contemplation, I thought of the Medical Immortal Sect. Great doctors save lives and heal the injured. With such a technique, how many people’s suffering could be reduced…”

“Mr. Wang, are you willing to dedicate this technique to the Medical Immortal Sect?” the leading medical cultivator asked, trembling with excitement.

“Yes,” Duge nodded, “Handing over this technique to the Medical Immortal Sect to save lives and help the injured, to do more good deeds—why not do it.”

“Good, good, good,” the leading medical cultivator nodded repeatedly and then bowed to Duge, saying, “Mr. Wang’s righteousness is commendable. I thank Mr. Wang on behalf of all here in advance.”

“Dr. Long, no, no, no,” Duge hurriedly returned the gesture, his face turning red as he said, “Dr. Long, it’s embarrassing to say, but I indeed intend to hand over the technique to the Medical Immortal Sect, yet I cannot do it just now…”

“Why?” asked the leading medical cultivator.

“Dr. Long, everyone,” Duge looked around the crowd and sighed, “Do you remember what I mentioned before about my master wanting to destroy this technique?”

“Hmm,” Medical Cultivator Long frowned, a bad premonition rising in his heart.

“Before my master passed away, he destroyed the main text of the technique,” Duge said, his expression embarrassed, “Now, I only have a fragmentary version of the technique…”

“How could this be?” Medical Cultivator Long widened his eyes in shock, stamping his feet, “How could such an important text be destroyed? It should not be, should not be.”

Duge’s face was full of embarrassment and helplessness.

The little junior sister bowed her head, silently praying in her heart that if her father’s spirit was watching from below, he would forgive the third senior brother…

“Mr. Wang must be joking. You can skillfully use this technique, what difference does it make whether there’s a main text or not?” another medical cultivator laughed, “You could just personally teach it to us.”

“Esteemed doctor, if I could teach it, I wouldn’t be so troubled,” Duge sighed once more, “The Way is formless, perceivable only through insight, and cannot be conveyed through words. The technique my master created is already close to the Way. It’s not as simple as merely taking limbs. If it were, there’d be no need for it, and why then speak of a demon cultivation art?”

“Does this technique have other uses?” Dr. Long asked.

“What’s your current level of cultivation, Dr. Long?” Duge inquired.

“At the peak of the Golden Core Stage,” Dr. Long replied with a smile, twirling his beard, “Tending to people’s ailments, I’ve neglected my own cultivation. At the age of fifty, I’ve finally reached the peak of the Golden Core Stage…”

“Would Dr. Long like to personally experience the power of my sect’s technique?” Duge asked with a smile.

“…” Dr. Long was taken aback, then chuckled, “Mr. Wang, are you trying to take my limbs?”

“Not taking limbs, just letting Dr. Long feel the other usage of this technique,” Duge said earnestly.

“How should I experience it?” Dr. Long inquired.

“Just stand still,” Duge smiled, stood up and walked over to Dr. Long, raising his hand to touch him.

The moment they made contact, the abundant spiritual power within Dr. Long’s body was already pouring out through Duge’s palm.

Dr. Long was alarmed and took a step back, breaking free from Duge’s grip, and his outer garment also came off in the process.

He paid no mind to the outer garment Duge had removed and, astonished, looked at Duge’s hands, “This… this…”

“Dr. Long understands now,” Duge said with a wry smile, holding out the garment with both hands and returning it to Dr. Long, sighing, “This is why my master chose to destroy this cultivation technique.”

“Brother Long, what happened?” the other medical cultivators were confused.

“Try it and you’ll see,” Dr. Long said, frowning.

Duge touched each of the cultivators in turn, unknowingly absorbing a lot of their power and successfully shocked the medical cultivators.

“Can this technique steal people’s spiritual power?” one of the medical cultivators asked in astonishment.

Duge glanced at them and replied, “The Way of Heaven takes from the excess to replenish the deficient; the way of humans takes from the deficient to sustain the surplus. Although the main text is lost, I’ve never forgotten these words of insight. Esteemed doctors, this technique can steal spiritual power from those stronger than oneself for personal use, as well as transfer one’s own power to those weaker.”

Gulp!

All the medical cultivators swallowed hard, looking at Duge, lost for words.

A demon cultivation art.

It was undoubtedly a demon cultivation art!

His master had done the right thing, such a technique should indeed be destroyed…

But still.

It was undeniably tempting!

“This technique is already close to the Way. My master exhausted his vitality to create it, perishing at a young age. To prevent it from harming others, he destroyed the main text before he died…” Duge said with a sad expression.

The little junior sister took a deep breath and buried her face even deeper.

Xu Heming and the others didn’t speak, but were now thoroughly impressed with Duge’s storytelling abilities.

The head of the Supervisory Academy was feeling anxious inside.

So guileless and naïve, how could you tell them about the technique?

Aren’t you afraid they’ll capture you, force the full technique out of you, and then kill you?

Don’t you know how powerful this technique is?

Don’t you know how greedy human hearts can be?

This is an opportunity to ascend to the heavens in one step!

This damnable kind-heartedness will eventually bring harm to everyone…

“Your teacher is truly righteous,” Dr. Long said to Duge, his expression complex.

“…” Duge looked at him and sighed, “But I really couldn’t bear the thought of this power being lost. So I used the head of the Supervisory Academy and others as bait, drawing out the esteemed doctors, hoping to perfect this technique through the hands of medical cultivators, to benefit the world. Healers save the dying and help the injured. I believe they will not use this power for evil…”

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