Chapter 103: Chapter 103: Taking Advantage of Someone’s Misfortune

As soon as Wang Xuan spoke, everyone fell silent, their eyes turning in this direction. Wu, with a pale face, looked at his arm and finally made up his mind.

“Chop it off! If the arm is gone, it can grow back later. If my life is lost, everything is over!”

“Very well. The Eternal Host Species has reached above the elbow. Delaying any longer might cause unforeseen complications. Let me do it!”

The Ten Thousand Jins Thunder Dragon Saber was instantly raised, and at that moment, a fist seal flashed by, blocking the saber in Wang Xuan’s hand.

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing rang out as Long Jiyuan stood in front of Wu, speaking in a deep voice: “If Wu loses his arm, his combat power will drop by fifty percent, his survival ability will plummet, and he might not even survive to achieve merit and strive for fortune. So this arm cannot be chopped off!”

Long Jiyuan was wearing a pair of Locking Gloves, clearly not ordinary items. His stance and stride were indeed reminiscent of a dragon in motion, with a heroic and radiant presence.

“Hesitation. If the arm isn’t cut, he might be replaced like a ghost with a peach instead of a plum, worse than death,” Wang Xuan said.

Wu, although possessing good cultivation, was after all just a sixteen-year-old boy who hadn’t imagined he’d face a life-or-death crisis, needing to make a decision in an instant.

Wang Xuan glanced around: “During this operation, you must have some life-saving items on you. If there’s a treasure to deal with the Eternal Host Species, bring it out.

If not, or if you don’t want to, then Wu’s arm is gone.”

Wu looked at his senior brothers and sisters, some helpless, some hesitant, until Zhuge Xian from Immortal Martial Mountain stepped forward and took out a talisman.

Injecting inner strength, it was activated and then placed on Wu’s body, immediately enveloping him in a white glow, dissipating after a dozen breaths.

Wang Xuan, through mental power sensing, realized that the Eternal Host Species on Wu’s arm had died, with a viscous liquid seeping through the skin.

Zhuge Xian still felt a bit pained. Such a high-level talisman was handcrafted by a Celestial Immortal adept in the Talisman Dao, of considerable value. She had only brought a few into the Eight-armed Celestial King Realm.

“Thank you, Sister Xian. I’ll find a way to repay you for this Celestial Grade Talisman when we return,” Wu said gratefully.

There were two others parasitized by the Eternal Host Species, one from Celestial Sword Mountain and the other from the Three Purity Palace, exactly Tian Youcheng, the junior brother of Zheng Guangzu, who was unlucky enough to be standing guard close to Wu before.

The Sealer from Immortal Martial Mountain, Jing Yishui, took out a crystal, placed it atop the infected disciple’s head, and injected a large amount of inner strength, activating this Celestial Treasure.

This special Celestial Treasure quickly expelled and eradicated the Eternal Host Species, showing significant power. Jing Yishui’s True Qi was also greatly consumed, but being a Sealer, most of his True Qi was sealed. However, his recovery speed was excellent.

Now only Tian Youcheng of the Three Purity Palace was left, with a pained expression. He wasn’t from Immortal Martial Mountain or a disciple of Celestial Sword Mountain, and had none of those life-saving treasures.

The white spots on his calf were fading, increasing his anxiety, yet no one stepped up, as their relationships weren’t close enough.

Moreover, the treasures required were of considerable value, and who knew how long it would take him to repay them, if at all, should he die.

“We’re all from Earth. Now that Tian Youcheng is in trouble, help if you can,” Wang Xuan spoke.

“The treasures are precious. We don’t have many either, so forgive us for not being able to assist,” the youngster Gai Zhushen from Celestial Sword Mountain responded indifferently.

Wang Xuan knew this wasn’t obligatory, and he couldn’t force others. He just felt the team was not cohesive enough, with everyone looking out for themselves when problems arose.

“Let me try. If I can’t help, you’ll have to wait to die.” Wang Xuan said after glancing at everyone, placing his hand on Tian Youcheng’s knee.

The demonic aura entered, tightly wrapping around the flesh fused with the Eternal Host Species, pressing forward bit by bit.

At the same time, Wang Xuan cut open Tian Youcheng’s calf and his own finger, his blood dripping onto Tian Youcheng’s wound, enhanced with seductive aura to attract the Eternal Host Species.

His flesh and blood, at a higher life level than Tian Youcheng’s, were more tempting to the Eternal Host Species.

Fully focused on this task, Wang Xuan didn’t know if it would work, but with the Eternal Host Species already invading Tian Youcheng’s bone marrow, under his expulsion, it gradually moved toward the surface.

However, after gathering into a cluster, it remained in the flesh and blood, unwilling to emerge, only absorbing the essence of his dripping blood.

With a single blade’s flash, Wang Xuan swiftly cut off a chunk of flesh weighing two or three layers, the flesh fused with the Eternal Host Species falling into a containment bag and pulverized into dust by Zheng Guangzu’s Super Energy Cannon.

“Alright, you’re safe now.”

Wang Xuan, covered in sweat, was greatly strained mentally. Expelling the Eternal Host Species with mental power was indeed a massive challenge for him.

Tian Youcheng gritted his teeth against the pain, controlling his muscles and inner strength to quickly stop the bleeding, applying medicine.

After bandaging, he breathed a sigh of relief, bowing deeply to Wang Xuan: “Your great kindness and virtue will never be forgotten. Brother Wang, if you need anything in the future, I’ll be willing to face any peril without hesitation.”

“Rest well.”

Wang Xuan sat on the ground to rest. With the issue of the Eternal Host Species resolved, he committed the aura fluctuations of the Eternal Host Species to memory for future caution.

The tense moment finally ended. Everyone started questioning Isuru, the Otherworldly youth, for information, as they were not entirely familiar with the Eight-armed Celestial King Realm.

Wang Xuan sat to the side, resting while making notes, until Isuru had shared all he knew, and dawn was near.

“What about this boy?” Fang Wuji from Celestial Sword Mountain asked.

The Sealer Lei Tingzhi said, “Kill him to prevent our actions from being exposed.”

With just one shot, the energy disintegrated Isuru’s body into dust, falling to the ground, a fast and painless death.

“Now, it’s time to discuss who will go to the Gate of the World to notify the Mother Star about the Eternal Host Species,” Lei Tingzhi said calmly.

Zheng Guangzu and the others lifted their heads, and the atmosphere changed instantly.

Tian Youcheng couldn’t help but ask, “Weren’t we discussing this earlier? Wang Xuan is going, he suggested it, and he’s the best at covert movement.”

Lei Tingzhi’s gaze was sharp: “Is it your place to speak? Shut up!”

He turned to Wang Xuan and said, “Wang Xuan, you’re now mentally exhausted and not in state, unsuitable for this mission. Besides, you don’t have the qualification in terms of strength.”

Wang Xuan opened his eyes and asked, “Then do you think you’re qualified?”

He knew clearly that the people from Celestial Sword Mountain weren’t friendly towards him, only not killing him outright to maintain appearances.

Jing Yishui from Celestial Sword Mountain spoke: “Going back to deliver the message is a major contribution, naturally something to strive for. Besides, this is of great importance, and you’re not in the right state.”

In fact, they only changed their minds because they saw Wang Xuan’s weakened state after treating Tian Youcheng, believing his combat power had surely declined.

The Sealers from Immortal Martial Mountain said nothing in support. They neither opposed Wang Xuan nor supported him, clearly intending to contest if Wang Xuan was eliminated.

“This is unjust,” Zhuang Shuixing, Gumeng, and Zhuge Xian spoke.

Zhang Qingyu and Hua Nian also nodded, thinking this move was taking undue advantage in an unworthy manner.

Despite his ongoing mental exhaustion, Wang Xuan stood up, his tall, robust physique exerting immense pressure on everyone.

“If you want this mission, it’s to strive for fortune. Naturally, one wouldn’t hold back for interests, let alone my minor grudges with Celestial Sword Mountain, which I understand.

But understanding doesn’t mean I’ll back down.”

Wang Xuan’s words elicited a smile from Lei Tingzhi: “Talking reason is pointless, a waste of words. Disputes tire me, and regardless of who is right, in the end, it comes down to fists.”

He had no desire to reason since the advantage wasn’t his. Drawing the long sword from his waist, he pointed it at Wang Xuan: “Defeat me, and I have no objections.”

Lei Tingzhi’s cold smile made it clear he was confident, knowing Wang Xuan’s current weakened state.

“Then let’s settle this not with words, but with the language of fists.”

Wang Xuan said no more. In this world, strength makes right, and this harsh reality is the truest reasoning.

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