Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Chapter 344 You should thank me for breaking your arm

Lu Huan lowered her head, her fingers gripping the hem of her clothes, her feelings were complicated.

Cheng Mo had explained these things to her beforehand, and she had agreed. But hearing them in front of so many people still left her feeling uneasy.

But upon careful consideration, Brother Cheng was absolutely right. He didn't embellish anything, whether it was about himself or his great-grandmother.

Could my great-grandfather really be such a vicious and wicked person?

Is it enough to simply erase his memories, distort his perceptions, and lock him up?

Lü Huan was somewhat bewildered.

Cheng Mo reached out and patted Lü Huan on the shoulder, pulling her back from her thoughts.

"Gentlemen, I know that words are not enough. I'll give these two a small benefit first, which will be the reward for everyone's future missions."

Cheng Mo nodded to Lü Huan.

Lu Huan pursed her lips and stepped forward, grabbing the two people whose arms had just been torn off. A red hand rose from her palm, as thick as flowing magma, and traveled over their bodies, from their shoulders to their chests, from their chests to their dantian, advancing inch by inch along their meridians until it spread throughout their entire bodies.

The man in the floral shirt and the tattooed man were enveloped in red flames, their bodies beginning to tremble slightly. Their expressions shifted from pain to contortion, from contortion to struggle, and from struggle to bewilderment.

A quarter of an hour passed.

Lu Huan was covered in sweat, his face was a little pale, and he let go of her hand and took two steps back.

Xia He quickly stepped forward to support her and took out a tissue to wipe her sweat.

"I'm all done." Lü Huan's voice was a little weak, but her eyes were bright.

The man in the floral shirt and the tattooed man looked down at his body, moved his arms, clenched his fists, opened them, and rotated his wrists, just like before.

"This...that's it?" The man in the floral shirt asked uncertainly. "I didn't feel anything."

The tattooed man frowned as well: "Yeah, I don't feel anything at all."

Cheng Mo smiled and walked up to the two of them: "If you don't feel anything, that's right. Let's try again."

The floral shirt was still in shock: "Try what—"

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*Sizzle*

Blood spurted out again.

Two brand-new arms were torn off and fell to the ground, their fingers still twitching slightly.

"ah--!"

"Aaaaaah—!"

The two screamed again, their voices even sharper than before.

But this scream only lasted for two seconds.

Because they saw that the wound at the severed arm began to heal automatically, the flesh moved, the bone grew, the blood vessels and nerves reconnected, and the skin covered it layer by layer.

In less than half a minute, two brand new arms grew back, exactly the same as the previous two, fair and smooth.

The man in the floral shirt froze, raising his new arm to examine it from all angles. He then touched his right arm with his left hand; it was warm and had a tactile feel, just like the real thing.

"I did it! I've mastered the dual-wielding technique!" The man in the floral shirt jumped up, his voice trembling. "I really did it!"

The tattooed man went even further, kneeling on the ground, raising his new arm above his head, and roaring to the sky: "Hahahaha! I've mastered the Dual-Handed Technique now! I'm a successor of the Eight Extraordinary Skills!"

The other members of the Quanxing sect were green with envy, and they were all kicking themselves in frustration.

"If I'd known it would only take breaking my arm twice to learn, I would have gone for it already!"

"Exactly! Losing two arms is nothing! I'd be willing to lose them ten times over!"

"Where did you get ten arms?"

"Master Cheng! Please pick two more! I'm tough and resilient!"

"Pick me! Pick me! I have lots of arms!"

A group of people shouted and pushed forward, their eyes red, wishing they could snatch the floral shirt and the tattooed man's new arm and put them on themselves.

Cheng Mo smiled and waved his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet.

"Don't rush, don't rush, they haven't truly mastered the dual-wielding technique yet."

The laughter of the man in the floral shirt and the tattooed man abruptly stopped.

Cheng Mo chuckled and patted them on the shoulders: "Huanhuan only changed your cycle of Qi, but this cycle will only run automatically for one week. After one week, how much you two can learn will depend entirely on luck."

The man in the floral shirt's expression changed drastically: "What do you mean by 'it depends on luck'?"

The tattooed man panicked: "Master Cheng, you can't do this! We've already lost both our arms!"

Cheng Mo shrugged: "I never said you could learn it 100% just by losing both arms. How can there be 100% certainty in cultivation? Besides, the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, you'll have to figure them out yourselves. If you can comprehend them, that's your good fortune."

Of course, all of this is nonsense. Even if these two were truly gifted, they couldn't learn it. The meridian flow was all wrong; it was just a temporary solution created by Lü Huan with his dual skills.

The man in the floral shirt and the tattooed man exchanged a glance and remained silent. But both their eyes held a resolute determination: "I'm going to learn this thing by the end of this week!"

The other members of Quanxing were even more excited when they heard this.

"Only a week? Then we need to hurry!"

"Master Cheng! Please choose a few more! We don't need a week, three days will do!"

"One day! One day is enough!"

Cheng Mo waved his hand and said in a loud voice, "Alright, everyone! You've all seen the results. Now it's time to get down to business. Go wait outside Lü Family Village for my order. We'll storm Lü Family Village and capture Lü Ci alive!"

The responses from the Quanxing people were sparse.

Cheng Mo frowned: "Haven't you eaten yet?"

"We heard that!" This time the voices were much more unified, echoing through the empty factory.

"The sound isn't loud enough!"

"good--!"

This time, the sound was deafening, shaking the factory roof.

Cheng Mo nodded in satisfaction: "Alright, let's call it a day."

The people of Quanxing rushed out like swarms of bees, running faster than rabbits.

The man in the floral shirt and the tattooed man ran ahead, touching his new arm as he ran, unable to stop smiling.

The others followed behind, some discussing how to surround Lüjia Village, some discussing the cultivation method of the Dual-Hand Technique, and some figuring out how to extract the path of the Heavenly Cycle from the man in the floral shirt and the tattooed man.

Cheng Mo and his group walked at the very back.

After leaving the factory, Tu Junfang approached.

"Brother Cheng, what are you really up to?" Tu Junfang took two steps closer and lowered his voice. "Those two guys just now, could they really have mastered the Dual-Hand Technique?"

Cheng Mo smiled and said, "Didn't you hear everything just now?"

Tu Junfang rolled his eyes: "Don't kid me. You're going to go after Lü Ci over something so trivial? I may not be the smartest person, but I'm not stupid enough to do that."

Cheng Mo continued walking: "There are indeed other reasons, but it's not convenient to tell you right now."

Tu Junfang didn't press further. He looked around, then took two steps closer, lowering his voice even further: "So, are you planning to get rid of all these people?"

Cheng Mo shook his head: "How could that be? We only deal with cases that go too far."

Tu Junfang gave Cheng Mo a knowing look and patted him on the shoulder: "Alright, I won't get involved anymore. I'll keep an eye on Quanxing for you, and I'll let you know if there's any news."

Cheng Mo cupped his hands in greeting: "Then goodbye."

Tu Junfang turned and took two steps, then turned back: "By the way, Brother Cheng, I heard Ding An came too. I didn't see him today, so be careful."

Cheng Mo nodded: "Thanks, Lao Tu."

Tu Junfang waved his hand, turned around and left, his figure quickly disappearing around the street corner.

Cheng Mo and his group continued walking forward, crossing two streets and turning into a small alley.

Just as they entered the alley, Yuan Tao and Han Dan'er were waiting there.

The chubby boy squatted on the ground, his round body curled up in a ball, holding a twig in his hand and drawing circles on the ground.

Yuan Tao stood beside him, his hands tucked into his sleeves. Seeing Cheng Mo and the others approach, he forced a smile and cupped his hands in greeting: "Master Cheng, would it be convenient for us to find a quiet place to talk?"

Cheng Mo glanced at him and said casually, "Sure, you decide."

Yuan Tao turned around and led the way, making several turns and passing through several alleys, until they arrived at a three-story building.

The building is a self-built house in the countryside, with white tiles on the exterior walls, several fruit trees in the yard, and an electric tricycle parked at the entrance.

Yuan Tao pushed open the courtyard gate and gestured for him to come in: "Master Cheng, please come in."

Cheng Mo walked in, looked around, and clicked his tongue twice: "Hey, Old Yuan, you've found a great place. You've only been here a short time and you've already found such a nice spot."

Yuan Taoqian chuckled twice: "Master Cheng is joking, it's just a temporary place to stay."