Extreme Spirit Chaos Technique

Immortal Treasure! Mu Chen was finally shaken. The Shattered Star Lock Chain, the incarnation of the Sun and Moon Immortal Spirit, was an Immortal Treasure—also known as a Nine-Turn Immortal Soldier. But at that thought, Mu Chen couldn’t help but feel contempt for Feng Chaoming. ’How much could this crappy bottle possibly be worth? He turned down an Immortal Treasure for it. What a complete waste! Absolutely insane!’

Of course, Mu Chen wouldn’t say this out loud. Feng Chaoming didn’t press the issue, either. He just said to Mu Chen, "Lend me a sharp instrument."

Without hesitation, Mu Chen flipped his wrist and tossed the Golden Dagger he had obtained from the Xuanling Imperial Academy’s armory to Feng Chaoming.

Feng Chaoming’s expression suddenly changed the moment he caught the dagger. His gaze focused entirely on the seemingly random lines etched into its center. He let out a soft grunt and frowned. "This pattern... I feel like I’ve seen it somewhere before."

"Where have I seen it before?"

For a moment, Feng Chaoming even forgot about repairing his hand, staring intently at the markings on the Golden Dagger, lost in thought. Mu Chen, of course, wouldn’t disturb him. In fact, Mu Chen was bursting with excitement. This Golden Dagger had stumped him for three whole years without a single clue. But now, Feng Chaoming was saying he had seen the pattern somewhere before. This was definitely a great start!

"I remember!"

Just then, Feng Chaoming suddenly exclaimed. Clutching the dagger, he said excitedly, "That old rascal Dilaka has a map fragment stained with Ultimate Gold. The lines carved on this dagger are completely identical to the trajectory of the route drawn on that fragment."

At this, Feng Chaoming nodded firmly. "There’s no mistaking it. They were definitely carved by the same person!"

Mu Chen finally couldn’t hold back. He had racked his brains but had never managed to connect the dagger and the map fragment. With this explanation, Mu Chen suddenly felt that the markings on the dagger did indeed bear a great resemblance to the route on the map fragment. Still, he couldn’t help but ask, "Why are you so sure?"

Feng Chaoming scoffed. "Are you kidding me? Have you forgotten what I just said? I’m a professional when it comes to these ancient artifacts. Ancient Literature, scripts, handwriting, even the age of an item—I can determine it all very quickly. This dagger of yours is at least forty thousand years old, which is exactly the same age as that map fragment. That makes me even more certain."

With that said, Feng Chaoming tossed the dagger back to Mu Chen. "Let’s use a different one. I have a certain fondness for these things from Ancient Times. Using it to fix my arm would be demeaning its value."

Mu Chen hurriedly caught the dagger and stared at the markings on the hilt for a while. The more he looked, the more certain he became. Finally, he took a deep breath to calm his excitement and randomly pulled a short blade of the Spiritual Treasure Level from his Storage Ring. It was something he had seized from someone else, and he’d just tossed it in his ring to use for skinning and gutting.

"This one will do. So, what do I do?" Before Mu Chen could even hand him the short blade, Feng Chaoming reached out, and with a snatching motion, the blade flew into his hand. He gave it a few test swings as he spoke.

Mu Chen coughed drily and said, "In a moment, use this blade to cut off that fleshy stump that has grown out. Then, use your Primordial Power to seal your meridians, but you can’t seal off the vitality of the muscles. After that, stick your arm into this white bottle. Then you just wait."

Feng Chaoming was stunned. He looked at the blade, then at his left arm, and then at the white bottle, exclaiming, "Are you messing with me, kid? This can grow back my hand?"

Mu Chen said irritably, "Of course not. If a hand could grow back that easily, then pigs could fly."

Feng Chaoming pursed his lips and muttered under his breath, "What’s so special about a flying sow? There are plenty of flying pigs here on Holy Beast Mountain..."

"..."

Mu Chen’s chest felt tight—so tight he wanted to punch someone. But he forcibly suppressed the urge. He couldn’t afford to offend this heavyweight.

At this thought, Mu Chen flipped his wrist, and a small, milky-white bottle appeared in his hand. The bottle was only the size of his palm, but it had a capacity of several hundred cubic meters. It had a fitting name—a space bottle—and it was the very same one he had used to treat Little Tiger during the Imperial Tournament.

Seeing this small bottle, Feng Chaoming’s gaze turned strange. He said with some surprise, "You’ve got quite a lot of good stuff, kid."

Mu Chen rolled his eyes and didn’t reply, saying directly, "Elder Feng, just do as I said."

Feng Chaoming scoffed. Gripping the blade in his right hand, his gaze hardened. With a flash of silver light and a SQUELCH, the fleshy stump on his left arm was sliced off. It revealed the slightly shriveled muscles and blackened bone marrow within, but not a single drop of blood flowed out. Clearly, Feng Chaoming had already sealed his meridians. The sight made Mu Chen’s brow twitch, but Feng Chaoming’s expression was calm as he asked, "Just put it in, and that’s it?"

Mu Chen gave Feng Chaoming a deep look and nodded. He aimed the mouth of the small bottle at the mouth of the white one and tilted it slightly. A Jade Green Spiritual Liquid, filled with a rich Life Force and an intoxicating aroma, began to pour out. However, just as the mesmerizing scent was about to spread more than two meters, an invisible Spirit Barrier enveloped it, containing it within the small space.

"*HISS*! Such a dense Life Aura! What... what on earth is this stuff?!" Feng Chaoming stared in disbelief at the Jade Green Spiritual Liquid trickling from the small bottle, utterly shocked.

However, before he could compose himself, an indescribable comfort spread from the wound on his left wrist through his entire body. It was immediately followed by an unbearable itch that made him furrow his brows. He had the urge to yank his arm out, but Mu Chen’s timely voice stopped him.

"Endure it!"

Feng Chaoming sucked in a sharp breath, his whole body tensing. He shot a sidelong glance at Mu Chen and said, "You try it! This is way too itchy!"

Mu Chen chuckled. "When I was regrowing my entire right arm, it wasn’t just itchy, it was painful too. But I endured it. You’re a figure of legend. Don’t make me think you can’t even handle what a teenager could."

"You’re saying you were once missing your entire right arm?" At that moment, Feng Chaoming seemed to forget the itch. He sized up Mu Chen in shock, only to find the young man looking completely unconcerned.

"How else would I know a method for regenerating severed limbs?"

A single sentence left Feng Chaoming speechless. His furrowed brow relaxed slightly, and his tense body loosened. His gaze shifted from Mu Chen to his own wrist inside the transparent white bottle, but his thoughts drifted far away.

He simply couldn’t imagine how a boy, missing an entire right arm, could have climbed step by step to his current heights. Not only that, but what enormous price, what great amount of time, what immense difficulties must he have faced to find the continent’s only Spiritual Liquid capable of regenerating limbs?

And now, here he was, just using a ready-made solution. At this thought, his face couldn’t help but burn. For a moment, he almost wanted to refuse Mu Chen’s kindness and give up on the idea of restoring his hand.

But just then, the itch on his wrist suddenly intensified. Even more bizarrely, he could see through the white bottle that the muscles inside his wrist were constantly expanding and writhing. Not only that, but even the slightly blackened bone marrow had turned pink. Accompanied by a series of CRACKLING sounds, the arm bone began to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In less than a minute, a joint began to form on the arm bone, which then started to branch out.

Ten minutes later, the bones of the thumb and little finger had fully grown.

Twenty minutes later, the palm bones and the bones of the index, middle, and ring fingers had completely grown out.

Half an hour later, the muscles and meridians wrapping the bones began to squirm and extend, spreading from the wrist over the palm and finger bones at a speed several times faster than the bone growth.

Forty minutes later, a pink, fleshy hand, complete except for its skin, had fully formed. The next moment, a layer of skin as delicate and perfect as a baby’s instantly covered the entire hand. The arm restoration was complete!

"Ah... ah..."

Feng Chaoming’s Adam’s apple bobbed uncontrollably. His throat was dry, and he was in such a state of shock that he couldn’t utter a single word.

"Try clenching it."

Suddenly, a strangely compelling voice entered Feng Chaoming’s ears. Without a second thought, he carefully clenched the left hand that felt as if it didn’t belong to him.

But as he watched his hand perform various actions under his control—clenching into a fist, opening into a palm, forming a Sword Point, turning over—the corners of Feng Chaoming’s mouth gradually widened. The muscles of his face pulled back towards his ears, and an unprecedented joy was expressed with almost complete abandon.

"AHHH!!! AHH!!! My hand is back!! My left hand is back!!! It’s back!!"

As if venting, his words were not even smooth. Feng Chaoming clenched his left fist and roared wildly. The tremendous roar lingered outside the quiet Holy Beast Mountain, echoing throughout the entire Holy Beast Mountain Domain. It was the release of a caged beast finally set free, the inexpressible joy of surviving a disaster. In this moment, he was not the War God, not a Legend—he was just Feng Chaoming! A complete Feng Chaoming!!

"Haha! Haha! I’m back! I, Feng Chaoming, am back... I’m back..."

After the roaring, the old man’s voice became hoarse and trembling. Hot tears streamed from his eyes like a trickling spring, then like a broken dam, unstoppable. He was reborn. How could one not be happy? How could one not weep for joy?

This time, Mu Chen didn’t just stand there. Instead, he found a corner with his back to Feng Chaoming and watched quietly, observing humanity in its rawest form. He had been the same way back then. Clenching his own sturdy right arm, Mu Chen smiled faintly. No one understood that feeling better than he did.

A full hour passed before Feng Chaoming gradually calmed down. At the same time, Mu Chen walked over to his side, picked up the transparent white bottle, which was still one-tenth full, and handed it to him.

Feng Chaoming stared at Mu Chen in confusion for a moment. Mu Chen just raised his eyebrows and gave him two words.

"Drink it."