Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Chapter 343 Regeneration of Severed Limbs

Tu Junfang stepped out from the crowd, walked up to Cheng Mo, and cupped his hands in greeting: "Brother Cheng, can we get down to business now? How exactly can we obtain the Dual-Hand Technique?"

Cheng Mo leaned against the factory wall, arms crossed, and looked at Tu Junfang: "Old Tu, you want it?"

Tu Junfang shook his head, his tone serious: "It would be a lie to say I don't want to. But I won't touch the Eight Extraordinary Techniques until I've fully processed all of this."

Cheng Mo pouted: "Don't say anything."

Tu Junfang's lips twitched, and everyone around him was stunned. In front of so many people, how could they be so disrespectful to Tu Junfang?

Yuan Tao was stunned again. He had just suspected that Tu Junfang had betrayed everyone, but now that he saw Tu Junfang hadn't lost his temper even after being confronted by Cheng Mo, he realized that it wasn't Tu Junfang's fault.

Tu Junfang could not tolerate being insulted like this, not even if it were Chief Cheng of Liangyi Temple!

Yuan Tao was both surprised and suspicious, and quietly observed from the crowd.

Cheng Mo glanced at everyone present, put his hands on his hips, and slightly raised his chin: "So now, which of you wants to have both hands?"

The crowd started making a fuss, shouting all at once.

"Nonsense! What's the point of us doing this if we don't have two hands?"

"Stop talking the talk, show us your dual-wielding skills!"

"Exactly! Let's see if it's true!"

Cheng Mo glanced around the crowd and pointed at the two loudest ones: "You, you, come here."

The two who were called out the loudest were a skinny guy in a floral shirt and a burly man with a buzz cut.

The two squeezed out of the crowd, ran up to Cheng Mo, and even glanced back at the others defiantly.

Some people wanted to join in, and had just taken a step forward.

Cheng Mo waved his hand, and an invisible gust of wind surged from his palm, blowing the people who were moving forward away, sending them crashing to the ground and rolling several times.

The entire room fell silent instantly.

Cheng Mo felt a bit disappointed; he thought these guys would swarm him.

The two chosen looked at the others defiantly, their chins held high, as if they had already obtained both hands.

Cheng Mo chuckled and placed his hands on their shoulders, his tone friendly: "Are you ready?"

The two, puzzled, exchanged a glance, then looked at Cheng Mo: "What are you preparing?"

Cheng Mo's smile widened, and he suddenly exerted force.

*Sizzle*

Blood spurted out.

The two men's arms were ripped off alive, skin, flesh, and bone intact, with jagged cuts and beads of blood gushing from the torn blood vessels.

"Ahhhhhh—!"

The two men screamed simultaneously, their shrill and piercing voices echoing through the empty factory.

The man in the floral shirt clutched his severed arm, blood seeping from between his fingers, staining the shirt red. The tattooed man knelt on the ground, his face deathly pale, his lips purple, trembling violently.

The severed arm lay on the ground, its fingers still twitching slightly.

Everyone present was stunned, and no one uttered a sound.

The air seemed to freeze.

The Quanxing gang usually kills without blinking an eye, but they never tear off a living person's arm so casually. Moreover, Cheng Mo even had a smile on his face when he did it, a smile so natural and casual, as if he had torn off two blades of grass instead of a human arm.

Many people regretted coming here. They'd only heard this guy was from the Liangyi Temple, but they'd never heard he was this crazy. Look at that smile of his! He calls us demons, but this guy is the real demon and villain!

Xia He took two steps back in disgust, frowning. "Little Taoist priest, could you have told me beforehand? Blood has splattered all over my shoes."

Cheng Mo turned his head and glanced at Xia He's white canvas shoes; sure enough, there were a few drops of blood splattered on them.

"I'm so sorry, I'll be more careful next time."

Tu Junfang was also startled by Cheng Mo and took half a step forward: "Brother Cheng—"

Cheng Mo waved his hand, turned to look at Lü Huan, and said calmly, "Huanhuan, help treat these two."

Lu Huan nodded with pursed lips, walked out from behind Xia He, and stood in front of the two screaming people.

She took a deep breath and raised her hands.

Red flames rose from her palms, thick like flowing lava, slowly spreading through the air and covering the wounds on her two severed arms.

The flesh at the wound began to wriggle, new granulation tissue grew at a visible speed, bone grew out from the cut, and blood vessels, nerves, and skin covered it layer by layer.

The man in the floral shirt and the tattooed man were dumbfounded.

They watched as their severed arms grew back, starting from the shoulder and extending outwards little by little. First the bone, then the muscle, then the blood vessels and nerves, and finally the skin. The whole process took less than a minute.

The newly grown arms were fair and smooth, like a baby's skin.

The two men froze, forgetting their screams and the pain, staring blankly at their new arms. Two severed old arms lay on the ground, bloodied and lifeless, their fingers no longer moving.

They subconsciously moved their new arms, clenching their fists, opening them, and rotating their wrists, as flexible as ever, just like their original arms.

The man in the floral shirt held up his new arm, turning it over and over to examine it, muttering, "This—this—"

The tattooed man was even more direct; he slapped himself with his new arm, making a loud "smack," and his face turned red with pain.

"It's true—it really is true—"

The other members of the Quanxing sect were stunned.

The air was silent for several seconds.

Then it exploded like a pot boiling over.

"Holy crap! It really grew!"

"Limb regeneration! This is limb regeneration!"

"A perfect hand! This is a perfect hand!"

"I want to learn! I want to learn!"

"Master Cheng! I'll help you! I'll do anything you ask!"

"I'll help too! Just say the word if they want to kill or commit arson!"

A group of people surged forward, yelling and screaming, their eyes red, staring at Lü Huan's hands, wishing they could pounce on him and snatch them away.

But even in their frenzy, they maintained a degree of rationality. No one actually charged forward, and no one dared to come within three meters of Cheng Mo. Those guys who had been blown away were still lying in the corner groaning; no one wanted to follow in their footsteps.

Some people began to make plans in their minds.

Cheng Mo is not to be trifled with, nor is that pink-haired woman, but that little girl—

How old is she? Ten? Eleven?

Even if a little girl has two hands, how powerful can she be?

If we could kidnap her, and then coerce or entice her—

The group exchanged a glance without making a sound, then quickly looked away.

Cheng Mo pressed his hands down.

The crowd's voices gradually lowered, and all eyes were fixed on him.

Cheng Mo cleared his throat: "Everyone, please calm down and listen to my terms."

Everyone perked up their ears.

Cheng Mo pointed to the ground with his finger: "This time, I'm going to deal with the Lü family, one of the four great families, which is the family of Lü Ci, one of the current Ten Elders—oh, no, I mean the Nine Elders."

A buzz of discussion arose from the crowd.

The Lü family is one of the four great families and one of the Ten Elders. Who in the world of supernatural beings doesn't know that?

After everyone had a moment to process what was happening, Cheng Mo took Lü Huan's hand.

"See my sister here? Her name is Lü Huan, and she's Lü Ci's great-granddaughter. She almost got slapped to death by Lü Ci just because she wanted to move out of Lü Family Village and live on her own. She fell off a cliff while trying to escape, and if I hadn't found her, she would be dead."

The people of Quanxing aren't fools; this story is full of holes.

Xue Pan peeked out from the crowd and cautiously asked, "Master Cheng, you didn't know Sister Lü Huan before, did you? Why were you willing to offend Lü Ci for her sake?"

Cheng Mo straightened his back and said solemnly, "We should have a sense of justice. Lü Ci didn't even spare such a young great-granddaughter; you can imagine how vicious he is. And after rescuing Huanhuan, I also learned that Lü Ci had forcibly taken women and imprisoned them to bear his children! Don't you think such a person deserves to be punished by everyone?!"

Almost no one present believed his words. Forcibly abducting women? Imprisoning them to give birth? Lü Ci was, after all, the patriarch of one of the four great families and one of the Ten Elders; would he really do such a thing?

However, given the current situation, they would naturally agree with Cheng Mo.

"Kill them! Kill them!"

"That kind of scum deserves to die!"

"Master Cheng is right!"

A group of people shouted, their voices rising and falling, echoing through the empty factory, and they did sound quite imposing.