Chapter 57: Found

The village had only three martial artists: one dead, one on the brink of death, one severely injured—Lord Han could only hope to save the one on the brink.

Otherwise, the village's defensive strength would be too weak.

He does indeed hold the village, but he isn't present every moment; sometimes he leaves, as he did yesterday, for other matters, and he can't handle everything himself—he needs capable assistants, and the more, the better.

"Hua Wuye… Hong Dafu said he can only try his best to preserve her, but he said if Hua Wuye hasn't regained consciousness by tomorrow night, her chances are slim."

After a pause, Lin Ling lowered his voice: "Lord Han, I plan to use Black Ember to forcibly heal her."

"Black Ember?" Lord Han frowned.

"You have no experience—it's not advisable."

"Hong Dafu daresn't use it—I have to do it myself! I won't let her die before my eyes!"

Lin Ling stubbornly insisted on his opinion before Lord Han—a rare thing.

"Don't rush—I've summoned An Shenyi from Mo Cun. With his skills, saving Hua Wuye's life should be no problem."

"An Shenyi?!"

Lin Ling was startled.

He knew Lord Han had gone to seek medical help for Fang Yue, but he never expected Lord Han had summoned An Shenyi from Mo Cun.

This wasn't just a neighboring village—it was several villages away!

Lord Han's speed was evident.

As for An Shenyi, Lin Ling knew little, only two famous things about him.

First, his medical skill was extraordinary, almost miraculous.

Second, he was greedy—if you paid enough, he'd even treat the bizarre!

Of course, this was just hearsay, widely spread reputation.

Lin Ling didn't know what An Shenyi was truly like.

But a man's name casts a shadow—being called Divine Doctor meant he had real ability; he'd surely save Hua Wuye.

But… the fee…

Lin Ling looked at the 【10g】 Black Ember in his hand—even with his own stock, it might not be enough to pay An Shenyi's consultation fee.

"Don't worry about it—Hua Wuye was severely injured protecting the village; the village will cover the cost, and if it's insufficient, I'll cover the rest personally."

Lord Han's words were like a stabilizing divine needle, easing Lin Ling's mind.

After thanking Lord Han, Lin Ling relaxed considerably.

From the eerie intrusion to the final battle, Lin Ling had been mentally tense.

Now that Lord Han had returned to take charge, he finally let go—and fatigue and pain surged like a tide, every bone in his body aching.

Yet he still forced himself to assist Lord Han with matters, though his peripheral vision couldn't help but drift to Fang Yue nearby—the bastard was rummaging through a pile of severed limbs like searching through trash for his own hand.

"Lord Han, can he… reattach his arm?"

"An Shenyi should have a way."

"Oh…"

Lin Ling murmured, his emotions complicated.

He both hoped Fang Yue would remain crippled and lose his Martial Dao path, and hoped he'd recover to help the village.

In the end, personal grudge won out—he wished Fang Yue would drop dead right there.

Fang Yue had no idea what Lin Ling was thinking.

"System Prompt: 【Can Yu 2】【Left Hand】 status removed."

With the aid of 【Night Breathing】, accompanied by the system alert, Fang Yue's left hand was fully healed.

Now he was sweating profusely, 'rummaging through trash.'

"Not this one!"

"Not this one either!"

"My hand, my right hand—where are you, where are you?!"

Fang Yue was frantic inside.

So frantic, he even picked up someone else's severed hand, trying to attach it.

Under the boost of 【Night Breathing】, the flesh at the stump wriggled—and actually seemed ready to fuse with the stranger's severed limb.

Fuck!

Fang Yue immediately threw the hand away in terror.

Attaching some stranger's rough, coarse hand to his body was too bizarre, too uncomfortable!

Clearly, wife—original is always best!

Who knows if that stranger's right hand was clean!

He was such a loyal, devoted, single-minded good man.

How could he abandon his true wife to elevate a concubine?

When Fang Yue flung the severed hand away, thin flesh threads still connected it to his stump, as if reluctant to part—angry, Fang Yue swiftly cut them clean with his knife.

The Fang family does not allow such arrogant concubines!

When Xiao Hu and Niu Niu arrived, they saw Fang Yue like a madman, scraping the wound of the severed hand, clearing the flesh sprouts.

The sight made both of them feel nauseated.

"Is Ye Ge… insane?"

"Unlikely—it's just a game, it can't be that serious."

But neither had ever lost a limb, so they couldn't judge.

They approached Fang Yue cautiously: "Ye Ge, are you alright?"

"What could possibly be wrong with me? By the way, you're just in time—help me find my severed hand! I remember I lost it right here from the 【No-Blade Deity】!"

As he spoke, Fang Yue pointed to the spot, but after searching for a long time without finding it, he began to doubt his memory and quickly expanded the search area.

"You search this entire area; I'll search right here."

Xiao Hu and Niu Niu exchanged uneasy glances—in their eyes, the severed hands and feet on the ground all looked nearly identical; who could tell which one belonged to Fang Yue?

At the same time, Niu Niu felt a small sense of relief—he had been clutching his own heart while holding the severed hand; it had truly been a wise choice.

Unlike Ye Ge, whose hand he could never recover.

Niu Niu's eyes darted, and after agreeing, he feigned nonchalance: "Ye Ge, your injuries are serious—what did Lord Han say about it?"

Fang Yue saw right through Niu Niu's intentions and replied irritably: "Don't worry—Lord Han has summoned the Divine Doctor. He'll arrive before dawn, and he'll have a way to cure both my wound and your curse."

"Really?! That's amazing!"

Niu Niu grew so excited he nearly crushed his own heart, crying out in pain.

After a moment of elation, he calmed down and said: "Ye Ge, I heard we earned merit in the Gathering Fire Order—everyone in the village who took part in this mission gets a three-day Yang Shou reward!"

Three days of Yang Shou meant little to Fang Yue, but for players like Niu Niu, who had only hours left to live, it was extraordinary—truly a gift in the snow.

"Oh, by the way, Gao Tuan and his group said they want to thank you—they're looking for a chance to meet and talk properly."

As if remembering something, Niu Niu added another remark.

Gao Tuan?

Fang Yue turned toward the direction of Jing Yan's small team; the latter seemed to notice the gaze and smiled warmly, waving a hand in greeting.

The players beside Jing Yan also bowed their fists toward Fang Yue, their demeanor extremely friendly.

Fang Yue thought for a moment and understood at once.

Aside from the three-day Yang Shou reward from the Gathering Fire Order, merely Fang Yue's display of strength when dealing with the 【Force-Driving Deity】 was enough to change their attitude.

But these were trivial matters—if they had business, Fang Yue would deal with them; if not, he'd just consider them friends.

The urgent priority was still finding his original severed hand.

Fang Yue continued rummaging through the "rubbish," and when he picked up the next severed hand, his pupils shrank—he lunged forward and snatched up a hand from the ground.

"It's this one!"

"This is it!"

"Our little… no, my beloved right hand—the one that eats, drinks, and wields a knife!"

New book period—please collect, vote, and tip! Please, please, please!

(End of Chapter)