Chapter 156: Chapter 0156: Immortal Kill_1
The moment the middle-aged man vanished, Zhang Bin, who had been lying motionless on the ground like a corpse, suddenly leaped up. He had only one hand and one leg, and his throat had been slashed open.
But he still jumped up. With a WHOOSH, he landed beside Qian Bing and swiftly covered the man’s throat with his left hand.
By then, Qian Bing had stopped breathing, and the hand clutching his own throat had gone limp. Nearly all his blood had drained out.
Yet, Zhang Bin still wanted to save him. Such a good brother, a man so devoted to his country and people... how could I bear to watch him die like this?
So, without taking a moment to treat his own wounds, he had to rescue Qian Bing first.
As for himself, he wouldn’t die right away. He practiced the Qingmu Longevity Technique; even if his head were chopped off, he wouldn’t breathe his last so quickly. What was a mere severed throat in comparison?
Right now, his Longevity Qi was already healing him, slowly mending his throat. His wound had also stopped bleeding. The Longevity Qi had naturally sealed it to prevent any more blood loss. Otherwise, Zhang Bin would have been completely powerless to save Qian Bing.
All the villagers’ eyes widened, their faces filled with shock and disbelief. Zhang Bin’s throat had been cut, and his right hand and foot were gone, yet he was still alive and kicking, not dead, and even trying to save someone else?
"Zhang Bin isn’t dead! He won’t die! He’ll never die!"
The faces of the women who had been crying their eyes out were now filled with immense surprise. They froze, not daring to approach, afraid it was just an illusion.
The members of the Special Action Team were also shocked beyond words, but they were even more overwhelmed with emotion.
Longevity Qi surged frantically from the meridians of Zhang Bin’s left hand into Qian Bing’s throat and severed windpipe. The gushing blood stopped immediately as the Longevity Qi sealed the wound, preserving what little blood he had left.
Then, stimulated by the Longevity Qi, Qian Bing’s windpipe automatically reconnected and began to heal. The same was true for his throat.
In just a dozen breaths, his throat and windpipe had healed completely, without even a scar remaining.
Zhang Bin withdrew his hand. He quickly took a small bottle of Spiritual Water from his pocket and, with Zhao Dawei’s help, poured it into Qian Bing’s mouth. He then took out a Pine Needle, inserted it into Qian Bing’s vein, and began to infuse it with Longevity Qi. The Longevity Qi quickly integrated into his bloodstream, enhancing its strength and vitality.
His heart began to beat again, albeit weakly.
"Get the ambulance over here! We need to do a transfusion on site!" Zhang Bin shouted.
"Yes!" Zhao Dawei replied excitedly, immediately making the call.
Meanwhile, Zhang Bin sat cross-legged. He slowly infused Longevity Qi to maintain Qian Bing’s life signs while simultaneously working to heal himself. Soon, his throat healed, leaving not even a scar.
Zhang Bin then had Sun Tie and Zhao Dawei bring over his severed leg and hand, asking them to carefully place them back in their original positions. His Longevity Qi flowed rapidly into the limbs. The severed leg and hand healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, ultimately leaving no scars behind. Inside, the meridians, broken bones, and muscles had fused together perfectly, without the slightest error.
Such was the miraculous power of Longevity Qi.
Once they were reattached, he waved his hand and moved his leg. He was perfectly agile, as if he had never been injured at all.
"It’s a miracle! Xiao Bin is an immortal! Just like Sun Wukong, he can’t be killed!" the villagers all marveled, ecstatic and overjoyed.
The village was undergoing such immense changes, and everyone’s life was improving—all thanks to Zhang Bin. Naturally, they didn’t want anything to happen to him.
"Brother Bin, are—are you really okay?"
"Xiao Bin, how are you?"
Xiao Fang and Liu Ruolan finally came to their senses and rushed over, asking with intense worry. Tian Bingbing and Liu Ruomei followed right behind them, looking equally anxious. However, since they weren’t Zhang Bin’s girlfriends, they felt it wasn’t their place to show too much concern and held their questions back. But they watched Zhang Bin with deep care, scrutinizing his throat, hand, and leg.
"My injuries are all healed. There’s nothing wrong. You can all relax," Zhang Bin said softly.
He continued to channel Longevity Qi into Qian Bing’s blood to sustain his life force, determined to save him no matter what.
A short while later, an ambulance arrived with blood transfusion equipment. The transfusion was simple. Blood was drawn directly from a Special Action Team member with a matching blood type and transferred into Qian Bing’s veins.
Gradually, a faint blush returned to Qian Bing’s pale face, clearly a result of the fresh blood replenishing his body. His heartbeat grew stronger. His eyes fluttered open, and he asked in confusion, "I’m... not dead?"
"Yeah...!" all the Special Action Team members shouted excitedly. Some even shed tears, their voices choked with emotion. They were true brothers who had faced life and death together for many years. How could any of them bear to see Qian Bing die?
"It was Zhang Bin who saved you," Zhao Dawei said joyfully.
"Zhang Bin, thank you. Without you, I really would have died." Having seen Zhang Bin’s terrifying healing ability before, Qian Bing wasn’t too surprised, and his voice was filled with gratitude.
"Don’t mention it. You were injured because of me, so I’m the one who should feel guilty," Zhang Bin said.
"That damned bastard... who the hell was he?" Qian Bing said angrily.
"He won’t get away. One day, we’ll catch him," Zhao Dawei added, his own anger flaring.
Fury raged in Zhang Bin’s heart. If not for his cultivation of the miraculous Qingmu Longevity Technique, he would have died a wretched death, and Qian Bing would have become a corpse beside him. That middle-aged man was a complete lunatic. On top of that, the man had stolen his Jade Scroll Simple.
How could I not seek revenge?
He gritted his teeth and said, "Don’t worry. My sect won’t let him off. We will definitely catch him and take back the Jade Scroll Simple."
This incident taught him a tremendous lesson. While he was a genius cultivating the miraculous Qingmu Longevity Technique, his cultivation time was too short, and he wasn’t yet powerful enough. Compounded by his lack of allies, it was no wonder people had repeatedly tried to steal his wealth and treasures. The Diao Clan came for his wealth; the middle-aged man, for his legacy.
Therefore, he needed to invent a powerful sect. Otherwise, he would never know a day of peace. More greedy individuals would certainly come to target him. This time, he couldn’t rely on official channels; he had to display the formidable strength of his "sect."
"Your sect is...?" Zhao Dawei asked, surprised.
"My sect is called the Taiqing Sect. It’s a hidden sect that usually doesn’t involve itself in worldly affairs. Since someone has dared to provoke us, they will witness the terrifying strength of my sect!" Zhang Bin declared, seething with a murderous aura.