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"I just happened to be passing by. You're overestimating me, Grandmaster."
George smiled and waved his hand casually.
He had gained so many benefits from Tian Jinzhong's memories that, to him, this little favor was hardly worth mentioning.
"I just examined Daoist Tian's severed limbs. Actually, there's still hope for recovery.
If Grandmaster is willing to trust me, I can try to help him heal."
"Junior Brother Tian's limbs can still be restored?"
Zhang Zhiwei's eyes immediately lit up upon hearing this.
Back when he had traveled across many countries, one of his purposes had been to find a way to restore his junior brother's limbs—but unfortunately, all efforts had failed.
The magic used by wizards in London did have impressive healing effects, but even they couldn't regenerate severed limbs.
Logically speaking, Jin Baobao shouldn't be able to either. So had some new magic been developed overseas? Or was this Jin Baobao truly gifted with exceptional talent?
Of course, it wasn't impossible. After all, for someone his age to possess such abilities, he had to be a genius—and geniuses could not be judged by common standards.
"I've developed a method myself. It should work just fine."
George nodded confidently.
Zhang Zhiwei cupped his hands once more and said,
"Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Jin. If you can heal him, I'll owe you a personal favor."
Without wasting words, George placed a hand directly on Tian Jinzhong and channeled a surging flow of green life energy into his body, then began casting a healing spell.
With the combined effect of magic and life energy, Tian Jinzhong immediately felt an itching sensation at the stumps of his limbs, and to his astonishment, they began to slowly regenerate.
In about ten minutes, the limbs that had been severed for decades had fully regrown.
He cautiously rose from his wheelchair and took a few steps. Other than some minor discomfort from unfamiliarity, there was nothing wrong at all.
"Thank you, Mr. Jin!"
Tian Jinzhong bowed deeply to George.
He had remained paralyzed for so many years just to protect a secret. Never did he expect that, in his old age, he would once again be able to stand.
"You were really hiding your strength well."
Standing behind the Grandmaster, Zhang Chulan's gaze toward George changed once more.
Through investigations by the Quan Xing Company, he already knew George's strength far exceeded what he showed in competition—but most of that had only been speculation.
Now, it was essentially confirmed.
He had taken down the acting leader of Quan Xing in a single blow and even restored limbs severed for decades—who knew what other techniques he still had hidden?
If everything Jin Baobao said was true, then maybe this deal really was worth considering.
But to be cautious, he decided to wait and observe a bit longer.
Not long after, Xu San, Xu Si, Feng Baobao, Lu Jin, and others also arrived.
From their conversation, George learned an important piece of news.
Xiao Xiao and Xi had been severely injured in a battle against Quan Xing's strangers. Xiao Xiao's arm had been cut off, and even if his life was saved, he'd likely be crippled for good.
"Well now, what a perfectly timed injury."
His eyes flickered as an idea took shape in his mind.
After exchanging a few words with the Grandmaster, George headed downhill to the temporary hospital where Xiao Xiao was staying.
At that moment, inside the hospital requisitioned by Quan Xing, Xiao Xiao sat on his bed with a gloomy expression, heavy-hearted and full of sorrow.
Just moments ago, the Quan Xing doctors had given their diagnosis: his severed arm could not be reattached. From today on, he would live as a one-armed warrior.
If that had been all, he might still have accepted it.
But the loss of his arm disrupted the flow of qi within him. There was a real chance that he would no longer be able to use Xian Qi at all.
The Xiao family's lineage was single-threaded, and he had practiced Xian Qi for so many years. If it were to end with him, he would feel unworthy of his ancestors—and of himself.
But what could he do? He had simply not been skilled enough and had fallen into the trap of that Quan Xing demon.
"To live so humiliated... I might as well be dead!"
Tears welled up in his eyes as he punched the side of the bed.
Just then, a voice suddenly rang out in front of him.
"I can heal your arm—but I want your Xian Qi technique in exchange."
"Jin Baobao?"
Xiao Xiao looked up at George, who had suddenly appeared, with suspicion on his face.
"When did you get here? Can you really fix my arm?"
"At a time like this, I have no reason to lie to you."
George stepped forward.
"If you're willing, I can heal you right now.
And I promise you—after I learn your Xian Qi, I will not pass it on to anyone else in this world."
"If you really can heal my arm, then you can have the Xian Qi technique. If I go on like this, the technique will be lost anyway."
Seeing that George didn't appear to be lying, Xiao Xiao fell silent for a moment, then gave his answer.
George didn't waste any time. He placed his hand on Xiao Xiao's shoulder and began healing the severed limb while simultaneously reading the memories in his mind related to Xian Qi.
The next morning, after politely declining the Grandmaster and the Lu family's offer to escort him to the airport, George left Mount Longhu in a grand and deliberate manner, holding the Tong Tian Record in his hand.
More importantly, instead of taking a direct cab to the airport, he went to a nearby electric scooter shop and bought a small e-scooter. Leisurely, he began riding toward the airport, deliberately choosing the less-traveled side roads.
🎵 "Riding my beloved little scooter, it never gets stuck in traffic..." 🎵
Humming a tune, George placed the Tong Tian Record in the front basket, cruising steadily at 35 km/h, with a smile across his face.
"Let's see if they can resist this temptation."
On the way to the airport, he knew the Wang family would definitely make a move. But apart from them, plenty of other sects and families also coveted the Tong Tian Record.
That's why he acted this way—his goal was to lure out those still hesitating, to provoke them into trying to snatch it.
This would save him the trouble of negotiating deals one by one. Instead, he could simply extract their memories and acquire their sects' techniques and Daoist arts directly.
He was a man with moral boundaries, though they could be a bit flexible.
He didn't feel good about stealing, but if someone else tried to rob him, then he could act without guilt.
That's what you call an entrapment operation.
As for those sects and families who managed to resist the temptation, he could always trade the Tong Tian Record with them later.
"Is this guy an idiot or what?"
At that moment, the various sect strangers monitoring George were dumbfounded watching his brazen display—he had actually put the Tong Tian Record right in the scooter's basket out in the open.
If he had just taken a cab straight to the airport and flown back to Beijing, they really wouldn't have dared to make a move.
After all, disturbing ordinary citizens would provoke Quan Xing's wrath. That's why most of the drivers around Mount Longhu had been secretly replaced with their people.
What they hadn't expected was that this guy would pull such a stunt. This was clearly someone confident in his strength and eager for a fight.
Forget Jin Baobao— even the Ten Elders wouldn't dare act this arrogantly!
Still, to avoid a potential trap, they carefully scanned the surroundings to ensure no one from Mount Longhu, the Lu family, or Quan Xing was lying in wait.
(End of Chapter)