Intermittent Pill

The Feather Transformation Sect Warehouse stored a vast amount of the Feather Transformation Sect's daily necessities.

Of course, besides these, important Cultivation Techniques and Medicinal Pills were also stored here. Therefore, it was always guarded.

And currently, the ones guarding the Warehouse were two Feather Transformation Sect Disciples who had been crippled during their training.

Qin Ming and Jue Wuya arrived at the Warehouse, where the two were standing faithfully at the entrance.

"Sect Master, Elder." When the two saw Qin Ming approaching, their eyes lit up, and they could not hide the joy on their faces.

Qin Ming asked, "Are you getting used to it here?"

The Warehouse was originally guarded by Disciples on a rotating basis, but now these two Disciples had taken over the task entirely. On one hand, they were crippled and wanted to do something for the Sect, but other tasks required one to be physically sound.

Since both of them had lost an arm, their Martial Dao Path was considered ruined, so they could only help the Sect by guarding the Warehouse.

One could imagine how disheartened they had been during this time.

Which Martial Artist did not hope to become a Martial Emperor and soar in the free skies?

Their future was to watch their Senior Brothers and Junior Sisters march forward, becoming Martial Spirits, Martial Kings, or even Martial Emperors, while they, due to their limited lifespans, would turn into bones early on.

"We are used to it." Holding back their tears, the two Disciples cupped their hands and said.

Qin Ming walked up to them and patted their shoulders, "Cheer up. It is just a broken arm; it is no big deal."

The two Disciples could no longer hold back, and tears streamed down their faces.

They did not want to be dejected, nor did they want to give up on the Martial Dao Path.

However, practicing the Martial Dao was extremely arduous, and after losing an arm, continuing on the Martial Dao Path required twice as much resources and energy compared to Ordinary Martial Artists.

The Sect had over two hundred Disciples in total, and these Disciples were very frugal with resources.

Although Qin Ming provided them with an almost endless and unlimited supply of perfect elixir.

They also knew that a perfect elixir was hard to come by outside the Sect.

It was fine when they used the perfect elixir to Cultivate before, but now that they were crippled, their Cultivation difficulty was twice as hard as other Disciples.

They truly felt embarrassed to continue using the Medicinal Pill and wasting the Sect's resources.

For crippled Martial Artists like them to still use precious resources—even if other Disciples in the Sect said nothing, they would feel guilty themselves.

This was the reason they had remained dejected. It was not that the Martial Dao Path could not be walked, but that the Medicinal Pill required was simply too much, making it not worth it.

"You are grown men, why are you crying?" Qin Ming had originally intended to offer some comfort and lift their spirits, but the two of them had started crying on their own.

"You are only crippled, it is not as if it cannot be cured."

Qin Ming did not hesitate any longer and said directly.

The two Disciples immediately stopped crying, looked at Qin Ming in disbelief, and asked, "Sect Master, can being crippled still be cured?"

This was the first time they had heard such a statement.

"Of course. You are not dead, it is just a broken arm. Is it impossible for a broken arm to grow back?" Qin Ming said as if it were a matter of course.

A broken arm could grow back.

The two Disciples looked at each other, their faces filled with shock and joy.

Qin Ming smiled, took two Medicinal Pills from his space ring, and handed them over.

"These two Medicinal Pills can make your arms grow back. Take them."

This Medicinal Pill was called the Severed-Limb Restoration Pill, and it was a seventh-grade elixir.