Chapter 724: Severing One's Own Arm

"My face has turned green?"

Ding Hanbin was stunned for a moment.

He had originally thought he must have been turned green by anger, but after he cast a Mirror Water Art, he discovered it was truly green!

And it was a green beyond description, as if green medicinal herbs had been pounded into a pulp and smeared onto his face; even his lips were green to the point of turning black.

"Senior Brother Ding Hanbin, you seem to have been poisoned," a Demon Hunting Squad disciple couldn't help but say.

Ding Hanbin immediately glared at Ye Lin.

"You put poison on your flying sword?"

When Ding Hanbin said this, both his upper and lower lips were trembling.

Sword cultivation emphasizes breaking the enemy with a single, upright sword.

A speck of dust turned into a sword can fill the abyss and the vast sea; a blade of grass turned into a sword can slash the sun, moon, and stars.

He never imagined that there would actually be a bastard in this world who would name his sword "I Like You" and then coat it with poison!

How could such a beastly degenerate emerge among sword cultivators?

"I f—"

Before the word "mother" could be uttered, the heavily poisoned Ding Hanbin rolled his eyes back and fainted dead away.

He had already been poisoned when the flying sword pierced his kidney; his anger increased his heart rate, which only accelerated the spread of the toxin through his blood.

The eyes of the remaining Demon Hunting Squad disciples also filled with a hint of terror as they looked at Ye Lin.

Too terrifying!

Is this person really a disciple of the Immortal Cloud Sect just like them?

Is this really not some evil cultivator reincarnated and in disguise?

Seeing that Ding Hanbin, the strongest among them, had been taken down by Ye Lin, the remaining Demon Hunting Squad disciples instantly turned into lizards afraid of battle.

"Quick, go notify Elder Fan Yecheng!"

The disciples were startled and wanted to flee on the spot.

But at this moment, Ye Lin pulled a large pile of flying swords out of his storage ring.

"Press 1 to hear the story of my boyfriend being returned after being used as a bottom."

"Opening a half-cheat to ram your rectum and start a top-tier lung-cleansing."

"Riding a sexy grandma across the street on a rainy night and knocking over a cockroach wearing a JK uniform."

"A super-male-syndrome depressive patient unable to hold his poop at 3 AM and getting beaten by a caregiver."

"A shy, black-stockinged young widow being offered seats in turn by eighteen big men on the subway."

"Grandpa Ox cosplaying as a maid to seduce the neighbor's Strong Mom, only to have his internal hemorrhoids poked by Strong Dad."

Every time Ye Lin spoke, a flying sword would fly out directly.

His understanding of flying swords was simple: as long as the sword's name was attractive enough, everyone would ignore the sword itself.

Sure enough, when he shouted these sword names aloud, the disciples who had wanted to flee couldn't help but pause their steps.

Although they knew they had to run away immediately at this moment.

But hearing the story titles Ye Lin shouted, they couldn't help but want to stop and listen, as if there were some special magic at work.

"Ah!!!"

The next second, screams rose one after another; flying swords danced wildly in the sky, and all those disciples were taken down by the swords.

The flying swords danced wildly, and since the blades were coated with deadly poison, those disciples would succumb to the toxin as soon as their skin was grazed.

In just a few blinks of an eye, all the Demon Hunting Squad members brought by Ding Hanbin had been taken down by Ye Lin.

Ye Lin walked forward, dragged all these poisoned people back, and laid them out in front of Sang Yankai.

"During these days, who were the ones who tortured you? Identify them, and pay them back," Ye Lin said.

"Ah?"

Sang Yankai was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.

"Forget it, as long as I can escape, that's enough. You should hurry up and give them the antidote. If this matter blows up, you definitely won't be able to survive in the Immortal Cloud Sect."

"Rest assured, even if you kill them all, I can handle this," Ye Lin said in a deep voice.

"Sigh, there's no need. Evil cultivators are already people everyone wants to beat up, and besides, I really did kill people. Forget it," Sang Yankai shrugged, looking indifferent.

Ye Lin didn't say anything more, but calmly asked eight words.

"If you repay evil with kindness, how will you repay kindness?"

Sang Yankai was silent for a while.

Then he no longer hesitated; after raising his hand, he made a grasping motion with his five fingers!

Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft!

Several Demon Hunting Squad disciples, led by Ding Hanbin, had blood holes explode on their bodies.

Fresh blood flowed from the holes, heading straight toward Sang Yankai to be refined and absorbed.

But Sang Yankai did not take the lives of Ding Hanbin and the others; he stopped after draining one-third of the blood from their bodies.

This critical point would leave them weak for a long time without causing them to die on the spot.

"Alright, the grudge is settled!"

After absorbing and refining so much blood, a flush of color appeared on Sang Yankai's face.

"Not killing them?" Ye Lin asked.

"No, I don't want to cause trouble for you," Sang Yankai shook his head.

"Then let's go."

Ye Lin didn't say anything more, but at this moment, a sword slashed through the air from above the firmament!

Ye Lin's pupils shrank violently; he could clearly feel the terror of this sword!

The clouds along its path were split apart, as if everything blocking this sword would be sliced open instantly.

Ye Lin immediately took out the Heart Demon Ten Thousand Soul Banner, gripped it in his hand, and then raised his hand.

"Forbidden Spell: Wall of Sighs!"

A black wall rose from the ground, blocking the path in front of him and Sang Yankai.

Clang!

The sword intent coming from the air struck the Wall of Sighs, instantly leaving a terrifying sword mark and nearly slicing the entire wall in two.

An old man with the bearing of an immortal stepped through the air; his beard and hair were completely white, but there wasn't a single wrinkle on his skin, and he was full of spirit.

Clearly, that sword just now came from this old man.

After he appeared, he first checked Ding Hanbin's injuries, then shouted in a deep voice.

"Audacious thief, how dare you run wild in my Immortal Cloud Sect! Are you bullying my Immortal Cloud Sect by thinking we have no one?"

The voice was like rolling thunder, cold as ice.

"The antidote, hand it over!"

He reached out directly toward Ye Lin, his tone overbearing, allowing no room for questioning.

If Ye Lin hadn't guessed wrong, this person should be the elder of Wu Peak, Fan Yecheng, who was also Ding Hanbin's master.

He didn't say anything more and threw the antidote through the air.

Facing the existence of a Senior realm, Ye Lin was always easy to talk to.

After receiving the antidote, Fan Yecheng immediately detoxified Ding Hanbin. Only when he saw the dark green color on Ding Hanbin's face fade did he finally heave a long sigh of relief.

This was the personal disciple he had spent his life's efforts to cultivate; naturally, Fan Yecheng cared about him immensely.

But when he discovered that one-third of the blood in Ding Hanbin's body was missing, Fan Yecheng's expression changed wildly in an instant.

This level of injury could potentially affect Ding Hanbin's future foundation for cultivation.

"You two evil cultivator thieves are truly bold and reckless!"

Killing intent emerged in the eyes of Fan Yecheng as he looked at Ye Lin and Sang Yankai.

However, there was not a hint of fear on Ye Lin's face, because he sensed that several incredibly powerful auras were watching this place.

If he hadn't guessed wrong, those old men should have noticed this.

Thinking of this, Ye Lin straightened his back and looked at Fan Yecheng with a sorrowful and indignant gaze.

"Elder Fan! I am also a disciple of the Immortal Cloud Sect, so how did I become an evil cultivator? It was clearly your disciple Ding Hanbin who, without distinguishing right from wrong, threw my friend into the Demon Hunting Squad's prison. I was forced into a corner, and that is why I took action to save him!"

"Enough nonsense! I only saw you harming fellow disciples and using deadly poison against your own sect brothers. According to the Immortal Cloud Sect's rules, you are already guilty of heinous crimes!" Fan Yecheng scolded.

"Hahahaha!"

Ye Lin suddenly burst into sorrowful, wild laughter. His laughter contained immense grievance, and crystal-clear tears even appeared at the corners of his eyes.

"If one wants to condemn, one can always find a pretext! I am only in the late stage of the Five Elements realm, yet I was besieged by Senior Brother Ding Hanbin, who is in the Profound Cave realm, along with numerous Demon Hunting Squad disciples. If I hadn't used poison, I would have died under their swords long ago!"

"You, Fan Yecheng, are an elder; your power is greater than mine, and your strength is stronger than mine, but so what? Does that mean you can be unreasonable?"

Facing Ye Lin's questioning, Fan Yecheng sneered.

"Reason? I am the reason in the Immortal Cloud Sect!"

A mere outer sect disciple daring to reason with an elder? It was truly a joke.

Upon hearing this, Ye Lin gripped his fists tightly; he didn't even feel his nails digging into his palms as blood flowed from between his fingers.

"Fine, I cannot defeat you. I am willing to accept punishment, but could Elder Fan please let my friend go? He is truly innocent!"

A look of mockery appeared on Fan Yecheng's face.

"Oh? Is that so? Then you should first cut off one of your own arms."

"Fine!"

Ye Lin took out a sharp sword and slashed it straight at his own arm!

Just at this moment, from atop the nine main peaks of the Immortal Cloud Sect—Heart Peak, Soul Peak, Artifact Peak, Spirit Peak, Strength Peak, Fury Peak, Martial Peak, Momentum Peak, and Pill Peak—there came, almost simultaneously, terrifying roars that sounded like the voice of the Dao.

"Don't!"

"Stop!"

"Halt!"

But it was already too late; Ye Lin's sword was too fast.

Swish!

The long sword swept across, and Ye Lin's left arm was severed at the root!