Qin Chuan believed that the first thing a person should learn in life is to make choices; only by learning to make choices can one survive better.
Making choices can also be described as being willing to give up something; the more you give up, the more you receive,
and without giving up, you receive nothing. Everyone understands this principle, but few can truly put it into practice, especially the kind of "great sacrifice, great gain." As for small sacrifices, most people can get something because it doesn't hurt much.
But when it comes to something big, like this man in front of him, talking about a priceless treasure, very few people are truly willing to give
it up, because people always harbor a sense of wishful thinking. Qin Chuan smiled, remained silent, and stopped looking at him. He had no obligation to save this man. No one can gain without effort; to reap a harvest, one must give, and this man was unwilling to give.
"I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you right now, please, sir, save my life!" the man shouted.
Seeing that Qin Chuan was ignoring him, he panicked and quickly said something, but even with such loud shouting, he didn't give Qin Chuan the treasure he promised.
"Sir, save me! If you just agree, I'll give you the priceless treasure immediately," the man cried anxiously.
"Sir, save me! This is mine. If you feel it's alright, save my life. I'll brave any danger for you, even death!" A man threw something at Qin Chuan.
Qin Chuan didn't even look, just caught it, nodded, and then the man entered the fire.
Immediately, many people quickly took out items and threw them at Qin Chuan. The man from before had his eyes light up and also took out something and threw it to Qin Chuan.
This item wasn't the treasure he claimed to have; whether he had any treasures or not was another matter, but what he threw was extremely ordinary.
The others threw out their best possessions. After all, in this situation, they were willing to give up anything as long as they could survive.
After all, without life, everything you have is zero. So many people saw this clearly, and some even threw several of their best treasures to Qin Chuan, afraid that what they gave wasn't significant enough.
But that man just picked something from the crowd, something that wasn't even a treasure, just a small item.
After throwing it, he also started rushing into the fire with the others.
Everyone else had passed through the fire, but he was the only one on fire. This was a serious matter; the fire was irreversible once ignited.
Knowing this, he acted decisively, quickly drawing his weapon and cutting off his burning arm.
It was a heavy price to pay, but at this point, he had no other choice; the insect-repelling water on his body was about to wear off.
He took out his cherished treasure, tossed it to Qin Chuan, and charged towards the fire again.
He had no choice; not going in meant certain death, while going in offered a sliver of hope. He regretted his cunning, having lost an arm in the process. His survival was now
uncertain; if he charged in again and caught fire, it would truly be certain death.
But there was no turning back, so he gritted his teeth and charged in. This time, the fire didn't ignite, and a look of relief appeared on his face—at least his life was saved.
Losing an arm was a huge lesson; if he found a powerful rare treasure that could bring the dead back to life, perhaps this arm could grow back.
But for now, he could only endure it. In this Divine Sword Realm, having lost an arm, his future was uncertain and bleak. Being targeted by his enemies meant certain death.
Qin Chuan hadn't looked at him once, but he did examine the treasure Qin Chuan had thrown him. After confirming it was a priceless gem, he let him in.
Losing an arm was enough punishment. Although he survived, he must be filled with resentment and anger.
Perhaps watching someone suffer was more interesting than killing them.
Qin Chuan smiled as he placed the treasure before him.