Chapter 165: 164 Disciple, Don't Be Afraid—I'm Here!

"Fine, let's just kill him."

Wang Wu didn't think long; in about ten seconds he reached a conclusion. Then he raised his finger, and a beam of light shot out from his fingertip.

"Master..."

The moment Li Tianxuan was hit, the voice that had been constantly surrounding Qing Xuanzi's ears abruptly stopped.

The street fell silent again, leaving only Wang Wu and the motionless Qing Xuanzi standing where they were.

"Alright, it's settled now."

After dealing with Li Shangxuan, Wang Wu called Yao Qing.

"Qing'er."

There was a pause on the other end before Yao Qing's slightly trembling voice recalled, "S‑small, Little Tian..."

"Your brother has been released," Wang Wu said.

"Condolences,"

"Th‑thank you..." Yao Qing's low voice sounded over the phone; though her heart ached, she knew this was the best ending for her junior brother.

And it was Yao Qing who made Wang Wu act.

While contemplating, Wang Wu called Yao Qing, since Li Tianxuan could no longer decide his own fate.

So the decision had to fall to the relative, Yao Qing.

As for Li Shangxuan, Wang Wu didn't have his contact info, so he couldn't ask. But since Yao Qing had already let him act to free her junior brother, Li Shangxuan's response was probably similar.

Regarding Li Tianxuan's ultimate fate, Wang Wu could only apologize. After all, he was Yao Qing's brother—not blood‑related but as close as a sibling.

Earlier, Li Tianxuan had killed him out of jealousy, but since it was decided to spare him, Wang Wu naturally wouldn't dwell on it.

Moreover, he had already confirmed his relationship with Yao Qing, so Li Tianxuan was essentially his brother‑in‑law. He felt no emotional stir when he killed him.

He even felt a bit regretful, since the other was his brother‑in‑law, and he bore no grudge against Li Tianxuan.

His brother‑in‑law died by his own hand; though the other might never have wanted to be a brother‑in‑law, he actually wanted to be the senior sister's husband.

After all, they had made a pact in childhood, but Wang Wu's appearance made Yao Qing realize her feelings for her junior brother weren't love.

Thus he was robbed of love by Wang Wu's sudden strike.

It sounds quite sad, and indeed it is; but there's nothing to be done—feelings are like that.

Had she not met Wang Wu, Yao Qing becoming Li Tianxuan's wife would have been a foregone conclusion.

If she hadn't encountered Wang Wu, Yao Qing wouldn't have realized her feelings for her junior brother weren't love. If she hadn't met Wang Wu, then…

But unfortunately, there are no "ifs" in this world.

After ending the call with Yao Qing, Wang Wu turned around, looked at the nearby Qing Xuanzi, noticed her severed arm, and asked:

"Did you cut off your own hand?"

"I…" At this point, no longer dazed and regaining her senses, Qing Xuanzi also noticed her severed arm and nodded. "Probably."

She had no memory of cutting off her arm, because in that state she couldn't feel anything and was entirely in a hallucinatory condition.

But judging from the sensation at the wound, it was indeed her own hand that acted.

Qing Xuanzi still didn't know who the man before her was, and she wasn't even sure whether he counted as a "human" or a "monster."

After all, monsters can appear perfectly normal, even indistinguishable from ordinary people.

But that doesn't mean they can't threaten those around them; in fact, such monsters pose the greatest danger to ordinary humans.

If one interacts with monsters too much, human corruption becomes almost inevitable.

Yet for some reason, even though she knew clearly in her mind that the man before her might also be a monster, Qing Xuanzi at this moment simply couldn't muster any wariness toward Wang Wu.

Realizing this only made her more certain that he was definitely a monster.

Qing Xuanzi's current mental whirlwind was unknown to Wang Wu, who was looking at the ground beneath her; not far behind her he saw a severed arm lying quietly on the floor.

"Why is that arm still there, Master?"

Wang Wu was puzzled; the object had been directly in the attack path of the Heaven‑Shattering Finger, yet Li Tianxuan had been erased and the mist in that area had vanished.

So why was Qing Xuanzi's severed arm still intact despite being on the same path?

"Because I'm a peerless master, not an ordinary third‑rank mediocre talent," Yin Shenli said proudly. "Disciple, there's something you need to know: as your realm rises, not only does the power you wield increase, but your control over that power also grows."

"If you intend to strike a single target, yet your energy creates massive aftershocks that can destroy an entire street or even an entire continent unintentionally, that doesn't prove your strength."

"It only shows that your mastery over power is extremely clumsy."

"Precision—that's what a true strongman needs."

"Understood, Master," Wang Wu nodded, then reclaimed control of his body, walked over, picked up the arm from the ground, and returned to Qing Xuanzi's side.

"I still need to hurry and rescue the other four; extend your hand," he said to Qing Xuanzi without waiting for a reply, and Wang Wu directly pulled her hand, attaching the missing severed arm onto it.

Yin‑Extreme True Qi poured in, and under the master's precise control, in less than ten seconds the arm was reattached to Qing Xuanzi.

"All set, let's go." He patted the newly attached hand to confirm the suturing was solid, and Wang Wu said.

At this moment Qing Xuanzi could no longer speak, merely staring blankly at her rejoined arm.

"Th‑this, this…"

Even for a cultivator of her level, achieving arm regeneration is no easy feat.

The world does have limb‑regeneration techniques, but at her realm, due to the vast difference between immortal and mortal life cycles, regrowing a severed limb takes far longer.

For ordinary people, limb regeneration takes about six months to a year depending on the part.

For cultivators, low‑realm ones fare better, sometimes even faster than mortals—two to three months up to half a year.

But high‑level cultivators are different; restoring to the original form takes at least three years, and for large parts even seven or eight years.

Of course, compared to a cultivator's long lifespan, that span is negligible, so it's still relatively quick.

Compared to Wang Wu's hometown, limb regeneration is something you'd only see in science‑fiction works.

Yet even in this world, attaching a severed arm in less than ten seconds—no matter how advanced the technique, a normal person couldn't have such a swift, seamless restoration, could they?

Is this a bit… a bit…?

"Alright, stop standing there. Once you're ready, follow me." Wang Wu urged, glancing at the still‑dazed Qing Xuanzi.

"Ah, this, ah… I…" Qing Xuanzi's mind had turned to mush again, but at least it was mush while she still possessed self‑awareness.

So after a few moments of mumbling, Qing Xuanzi still followed behind Wang Wu, who had already set off.

The two of them sped through the immense city like this, and soon they reached the city's outskirts.

Idela's hometown couldn't possibly be a city as large as spreading a planet's land flat; it was merely a medium‑sized city, about a hundred‑plus square kilometers.

By the standards of the Extraordinary World, this actually counts as a small city.

After all, Wang Wu is a monster accustomed to the spaciousness of a megacity like Tian Mang City, so looking down on a small city is understandable.

Don't think Tian Mang City's eight hundred square kilometers is impressive compared to his hometown, but remember it's built atop the summit of Tian Mang Mountain.

It's a mountain shaped like a giant python, and atop its "snake head" lies Tian Mang City.

The interior and back of this giant serpent aren't considered city districts. Commonly called…

Ugh, I won't pay attention to that anymore.

In short, let's return to the True Realm, family.

Following Wang Wu, Qing Xuanzi tried several times to ask him something, but couldn't manage to speak.

In the end, she could only stay beside Wang Wu until they met a second fellow disciple.

His strength placed Qing Xuanzi a tier lower, only at the Cave Void Realm, yet when the two found him, his condition was far better than when Qing Xuanzi was first found by Wang Wu.

When he met Wang Wu, his reaction was the same as Qing Xuanzi's—clearly surprised and doubtful—but he still stayed beside Wang Wu.

In total five people were rescued by Wang Wu: three women and two men.

Come to think of it, the Green Duckweed Sect seems to have many female cultivators; although it's an attack‑oriented sect often nicknamed "Martial Path Cultivator," it actually has a majority of women.

However, men and women have no real status difference in this world, which means women receive no special privileges.

When men and women fight, they truly hold nothing back.

But since they're opposite sexes, the chance of conflict between them is generally lower than between same‑sex individuals.

For example now, the three female cultivators think Wang Wu might be odd, yet their attitude toward him is friendlier than that of the two male cultivators.

Although everyone is fairly friendly to Wang Wu, the degree of friendliness varies.

"You are the only survivors I have in the seclusion area."

Seeing the five cultivators each lost in thought, Wang Wu placed his hands on his hips and said to them.

At that moment he also noticed the expressions on their faces and suddenly recalled that his own blur might be unrelated.

He turned off the blur, and when they saw Wang Wu again, the cultivators were all stunned.

Because they recognized who Wang Wu was.

Of course, there were also those who didn't know Wang Wu—a male cultivator who had been in seclusion for twenty years at the Entering Law Realm.

After noticing his fellow disciple's expression, he was about to speak, but Qing Xuanzi spoke first to Wang Wu:

"Wang, Commissioner Wang?"

"Commissioner Wang?" The senior cultivator at the Entering Law Realm was taken aback by the address.

Immediately, a companion beside him whispered Wang Wu's name.

He understood at once.

"It's me," Wang Wu nodded, looking at the cultivators whose faces lit up with great joy, and continued:

"Alright, I'll send you back first."

After speaking, he traced a cross in the air, but after a long while, nothing appeared.

"Strange."

He withdrew his hand, Wang Wu's face showing suspicion as he stared at his own finger.

While drawing the illusion of mirrored flowers and water moon, Wang Wu's bodily control shifted back to Yin Shenli, so when she realized the illusion couldn't be drawn, Yin Shenli also sensed something was off.

The intensity of this place might be a bit too high for a disciple with some intellectual issues like herself.

Wang Wu at his current strength shouldn't be able to meddle here; even a third‑tier mech with a Peerless Mech Pilot is movement‑restricted, so this place is at least for second‑tier or even first‑tier experts.

Being merely third‑tier is far insufficient.

Although Wang Wu could always flee using a teleporter, he would unlikely choose that unless truly cornered.

Technological teleportation is certainly stronger than a martial artist's, as the saying goes: no matter how high the skill, it's still afraid of a kitchen knife.

He came here to rescue people, and giving up before reaching a truly impossible situation clearly doesn't match his disciple's nature.

Thus, considering this, Yin Shenli immediately reminded her disciple:

"Call your master, or call your Wu Yun; either works. Send them your location and tell them to hail a cab right away."

"Huh?" Wang Wu was startled but didn't hesitate, instantly calling his master.

"Commissioner, wh‑what's wrong?"

When Wang Wu's actions caused no change and his puzzled words were heard, the cultivators also sensed something was amiss.

So Qing Xuanzi spoke up to ask Wang Wu.

"It's nothing, just a small problem," Wang Wu waved his hand, soothing the five while calling his master Qin Xiang for help.

"Master! Master! Can you hail a cab and come! I'm dying!! Master Yin told me to call you or Brother Yun to hail a cab and rescue me!"

In the afternoon, Qin Xiang was fiddling with his phone in a parking lot of Yunguang City, about to give a lesson in gratitude to teammates in the same match, when Wang Wu's call came through, and as soon as it connected, his frantic voice rang out:

"Master, save me!!!!"

【You have a new order…】

He shut off the whine, and while asking about his disciple's condition, Qin Xiang entered Wang Wu's sent location into the car's computer.

This is a disciple he values greatly; in such moments, Qin Xiang of course still discerns priority.

"Don't panic! Disciple! I'm coming right away!!"

While soothing Wang Wu, Qin Xiang slammed the accelerator.

He also works part‑time as a ride‑hailing driver, so in situations like this he naturally doesn't need to hail a cab.

He drives himself.

【Navigating for you: turn left in 300 meters, take the ramp up to the roof.】

【Activating flight mode, ascend 2,000 kilometers to leave the atmosphere.】

【After 2,000 kilometers, pass the Earth's toll station.】

【Ahead, String 2 turns right, travel three cosmic units into the third multiversal river branch.】

【Ahead, String 7 upward, entering a cosmic bubble.】

"Disciple, don't be afraid, I'm here!"

(End of chapter)