True Martial World

Chapter 1160: No Mercy

Translator: CKtalon Editor: CKtalon

"Thank you, Grandmaster Yi. I will remember Grandmaster Yi’s favor for my entire life!"

Dong Shaoqing was so moved that he kept bowing deeply at Yi Yun.

Yi Yun helped Sect Master Dong up and said,"Don’t celebrate too soon. I have yet to fully heal your daughter of her illness. I have only made the poison in her body enter remission. In the future, if there is a chance, a recurrence might happen."

"Ah? Then..." action

Dong Shaoqing was taken aback. Yi Yun’s words worried him greatly. This time, Yi Yun was there to pull her back from the gates of hell. But what about next time?

"Sect Master Dong, don’t worry. I will not forget your daughter’s situation. I’m invested, and not just because of your daughter. I’m very curious about this matter as well."

Yi Yun had a nagging feeling that the evil entity had extraordinary origins.

Upon hearing Yi Yun’s words, Dong Shaoqing was truly at a loss as to how to repay him. He owed Yi Yun too much.

"Then..." Yi Yun turned to look at Zuoqiu Bo and said,"Master Zuoqiu, in your professional opinion, are the Supreme Palace Iceheart Pills that I refined genuine, or not?"

Zuoqiu Bo pricked up his brows. Although he was unwilling to admit it, the quality of the Supreme Palace Iceheart Pills that Yi Yun refined was indeed above his.

He begrudgingly nodded and said,"They are indeed genuine."

"Then..." Yi Yun stood up straight and looked at Zuoqiu Haoyu."In that case, Young Master Zuoqiu, it was previously agreed upon that, once I succeed in refining the Supreme Palace Iceheart Pills, the pills would belong to me, and you would pay twice the refinement cost. Now for the matter of your hands..."

"Yi Yun, you..."

Zuoqiu Haoyu’s face was ghostly pale. He was a warrior after all. Cleaving off his hands would result in a drastic drop in strength!

He was hoping that, given his status as a young master of the Myriad Immortal Pavilion, Yi Yun would not dare touch him. However, with the outcome of the bet decided, Yi Yun insisted on claiming his hands.

’Yi Yun, don’t take bullying to an extreme. Do you want to become an enemy of the Myriad Immortal Pavilion?" Zuoqiu Haoyu’s voice resounded in Yi Yun’s ears. The Myriad Immortal Pavilion was his only life-saving straw.

"Young Master Yi, aren’t you taking this too seriously? What happened before was just a joke. Don’t take it too seriously." Behind Zuoqiu Haoyu, a follower said.

"That’s right. Spare others when possible. Young Master Yi, why don’t you forget it?"

People in the crowd echoed as well. To jump forward and play peacemaker at this point in time was a rather clever act. If someone could resolve the dispute, they might be able to win Zuoqiu Haoyu’s friendship.

No one believed Yi Yun would truly cleave off Zuoqiu Haoyu’s hands. Wouldn’t it be preposterous if a young master of the Myriad Immortal Pavilion had his hands cleaved off by a random junior?

All of them believed that Yi Yun just needed a reason to take a step back, and this matter would be reduced from a major issue to a minor one.

"A joke?" Yi Yun laughed. He gently swiped his interspatial ring as a thick saw-toothed blade appeared in his hand.

The blade’s appearance was extremely exaggerated. It looked like it was formed from a guillotine blade. It was something that Yi Yun had just casually found in his interspatial ring. Although the blade’s quality was nothing much, the design was more than enough to leave an impression.

Zuoqiu Haoyu got flustered when he saw that Yi Yun was for real.

"Yi Yun, do you really mean to take this all the way, to go for broke?"

"Go for broke? Do you think you qualify?" Yi Yun snorted coldly as he approached Zuoqiu Haoyu.

"Sixth Granduncle!" Zuoqiu Haoyu pleaded for Zuoqiu Bo’s help.

Zuoqiu Bo frowned slightly. Zuoqiu Haoyu was a junior that he thought well of. However, he felt that it would be disgraceful for him to plead on a junior’s behalf.

Although he was extremely reluctant, he spoke up."My young friend, Yi Yun, it was not right for my grandnephew to offend you. but can you bury the hatchet on my account? The Myriad Immortal Pavilion will remember if you do."

"On your account?" Yi Yun laughed."I just learned of your existence today. Why would I seek your favor? Let me ask you this: If I were the one to lose today, and your grandnephew went to cleave my hands off, would you step forward and speak for me, saying things like ’bury the hatchet?’"

Yi Yun did not spare his derisive tone. Zuoqiu Bo’s face stiffened. He never expected that someone like him, a top alchemist of Myriad City and an Elder of the Myriad Immortal Pavilion, would be completely belittled by a junior!

"Alright! Well done! Heroes indeed start young since time immemorial. Being spirited is a good quality of the young, but it can attract fatal trouble. Learn to give leeway once in awhile, or you will suffer the consequences." Zuoqiu Bo said with a deepened voice.

At that moment, City Lord Qin laughed out loud."Hahahaha! Since Master Zuoqiu has said so, it’s time to concede defeat and abide by the rules of the bet."

As City Lord Qin spoke, he waved his hand gently. Space suddenly collapsed around Zuoqiu Haoyu, forming a spatial prison that locked him in place.

"City Lord Qin, what are you doing!?"

Zuoqiu Haoyu’s face was ashen. However, how could he resist City Lord Qin’s restraints?

Yi Yun, meanwhile, had already taken a step forward. His blade flashed.

Whew!

The blade slashed through the void before Zuoqiu Haoyu’s tragic scream was heard. His arms were cleaved off from the top of his upper arm, causing fresh blood to splatter.

Following that, Yi Yun flicked a wisp of pure Yang flames, sending it straight into the air to consume the severed arms.

"Hu! Hu! Hu!"

The pure Yang flames burned vigorously and, within seconds, Zuoqiu Haoyu’s severed arms were burned to ash.

Since a pair of arms was the price of the bet, Yi Yun naturally made sure that Zuoqiu Haoyu couldn’t get them back. Otherwise, there was no point in slashing them off. With the Myriad Immortal Pavilion’s capabilities, re-attaching a pair of arms was extremely easy. However, if the arms were destroyed, it would be difficult to regrow them!

The treasured materials that could regrow severed limbs were too expensive. The Myriad Immortal Pavilion might not pay such a price for a young master. And even if they paid the price, the arms that grew back would not be tempered by laws and Yuan Qi. They would be much weaker than the arms from before. They would need to be trained from the beginning. It was effectively a partial crippling of one’s martial path.

Zuoqiu Haoyu watched as his severed arms turn to ash. He felt like his brain had been punched ruthlessly, leaving his entire being dazed.

In just a few short seconds, he had gone from a young master that enjoyed an elevated position, to a half-crippled person!

"My arms...My arms..."

With his arms maimed, his status in the Myriad Immortal Pavilion would drop drastically. It was even possible that the Myriad Immortal Pavilion would not give a half-crippled invalid like him any treasures to regrow his arms.

Zuoqiu Haoyu glared at Yi Yun with intense killing intent burned into his eyes.

However, Yi Yun ignored it.

"My young friend, Yi Yun, you are truly decisive. Aren’t you afraid that you will offend the Myriad Immortal Pavilion?" City Lord Qin said with a laugh as his Yuan Qi transmission resounded in Yi Yun’s ear.

Yi Yun shook his head and said,"I naturally want to avoid offending the factions of Myriad City. However, I need to stay in Myriad City for at least three years. I will not attack unless attacked. However, if I just endure and give in all the time, I will be seen as an easily bullied person. If that happens, I will only have more trouble!"

Yi Yun knew very well that he would stir up a storm in Myriad City over the next three years. Just his Yun Xin Loft alone would affect the businesses and interests of several medicinal clinics. If he was easily bullied, he would be annexed sooner or later.