622: Chapter 622 What will I get in return for helping you?

Five shrill screams rang out in succession!

The bodies of the five men were hoisted high by blood-colored chains, suspended in mid-air!

Their blood was frantically drained by the chains, and their bodies shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye!

A moment later, five mummified corpses fell from the sky and slammed into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Five Rank 6 Peak Martial Artists couldn't even withstand a single move from Qin Yan.

...

Night.

Jumu City, inside a room of a restaurant.

The candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the walls.

Outside the window, the bustle of the streets gradually faded away, replaced by the silence of the night.

Zhao Lei slowly opened his eyes. His vision was still a bit blurry, and his head felt groggy, but his consciousness had begun to return.

"Where am I?" Zhao Lei asked in a raspy voice.

"You are currently at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion," Qin Yan's voice came from the side.

Hearing this, Zhao Lei looked toward the sound and saw Qin Yan.

He was sitting on a chair by the window, holding a cup of tea, gazing outside.

The moonlight spilled over him, casting a long shadow.

Suddenly, everything that happened today came rushing back to him.

His wife and child were killed, he was severely injured, and he met Qin Yan.

Scenes flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.

"Thank you, Young Master Qin Yan, for saving my life," Zhao Lei spoke, his voice full of gratitude.

The fact that he was here safe and sound already explained everything.

If Qin Yan hadn't arrived in time, he would probably have been reunited with his wife and child by now.

"No need for such formalities."

Qin Yan waved his hand, gesturing for him to lie down.

"Your injuries haven't healed yet; you need to rest."

Afterward, the two chatted for a while. From Zhao Lei, Qin Yan learned of his tragic experience.

Zhao Lei had worked diligently in the Secret Guard Division for fifty years and performed countless meritorious deeds just to exchange for a bottle of grandmaster true liquid, hoping to rely on it to achieve a Breakthrough to Grandmaster.

However, Di Jie took a fancy to that bottle of grandmaster true liquid and pressured him in every possible way. When he refused, Di Jie sent people to kill his entire Family.

Even more tragically, his superior's superior, for some unknown benefit from the Di Family, used a mission as a pretext to expel him from the Secret Guard Division.

Without his status in the Secret Guard Division, how could Zhao Lei stand against the Di Family?

The Di Family was a Family with a Great Grandmaster in residence, deeply rooted in Jumu City with immense power.

Although Zhao Lei had only offended Di Jie, Di Jie's talent within the Family was quite good; mobilizing a few Rank 6 Peak Martial Artists to surround and kill him was more than enough.

"In that case, Zhao Lei, it seems you can no longer stay in Jumu City."

Qin Yan said.

Hearing this, Zhao Lei fell silent.

Indeed, he could no longer stay in Jumu City.

His enemies were right before his eyes, yet he could not take revenge and even had to hide from them.

Zhao Lei clenched his fists so hard his nails dug into his flesh.

After a moment, Zhao Lei's gaze slowly turned toward Qin Yan, his bloodshot eyes filled with determination and resolve.

Word by word, with difficulty but firmness, he spoke, "Young Master Qin Yan, I wish to follow you."

His voice was raspy but carried an unquestionable strength.

"I only hope that Young Master can help me kill Di Jie!"

Saying this, Zhao Lei got out of bed and fell to his knees with a thud.

Qin Yan was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

Follow him?

In all his years, Qin Yan had never had anyone follow him before.

However, killing Di Jie would be quite difficult.

After all, he had neither background nor power.

When he was out, others only respected his status as a Holy Land Disciple, but if he were arrogant enough to think he could kill whoever he wanted, he would be overestimating himself.

The Di Family was an Aristocratic Family in Jumu City, with a Great Grandmaster expert in residence.

Killing a direct descendant of the Di Family—wasn't that just seeking death?

Unless he became a Core Disciple.

Core Disciples were the true elites of the Inner Court.

When traveling abroad, they represented the face of the Holy Land.

And becoming a Core Disciple offered the chance to be taken as a student by an Inner Court Elder!

An Inner Court Elder! Every single one of them was at least a True King level powerhouse!

With a True King background, just see if anyone dares to provoke you!

At that time, let alone one Di Family, even ten Di Families wouldn't dare touch a single hair on his head.

However, right now Qin Yan was only an Outer Court Disciple; he wasn't even an Inner Court Disciple yet.

Not to mention a Core Disciple. That road was still long.

"Zhao Lei, this favor is not easy to grant," Qin Yan said, shaking his head.

"I believe that for revenge, you must take it yourself to vent your anger. Only then will your future path of martial arts be smooth."

Zhao Lei remained kneeling, his face showing despondency. "Young Master Qin Yan, my left arm is now severed, and my body is incomplete. The probability of me achieving a Breakthrough to Grandmaster is now close to zero."

His voice was full of despair.

"And without reaching Grandmaster, seeking revenge is almost impossible."

Even if his left arm were intact, with the help of the grandmaster true liquid, his chance of a Breakthrough to Grandmaster would only be ten percent.

Not to mention now; he didn't even have that ten percent chance anymore.

The injury of a severed arm not only affected his combat power but also impacted his martial arts Foundation.

For a Martial Artist with an incomplete body, breaking through to Grandmaster was as difficult as ascending to heaven.

"Your left arm—I can help you restore it," Qin Yan spoke.

Hearing this, Zhao Lei was slightly stunned. He looked up at Qin Yan in disbelief.

To restore his severed arm, it would require the help of a Seventh-Grade Grandmaster who specialized in healing to achieve Limb Regrowth.

Otherwise, it was absolutely impossible.

Qin Yan also saw Zhao Lei's doubt and immediately said, "Don't worry about that; I have my own way to help you recover."

"However, if I help you, what do I get?" Qin Yan changed the subject, his gaze fixed on Zhao Lei.

Saving the man's life was already considered repaying the favor of the gifted pill.

Helping him restore his severed arm was another matter entirely.

"As long as Young Master can help me restore my left arm, I, Zhao Lei, have nothing else to repay you with. Everything I own will belong to Young Master, even my life."

Zhao Lei's voice was firm and sincere, without a hint of hesitation.

He had already lost everything—his wife, child, career, and dignity. The only thing he had left was his life.

If Qin Yan could help him restore his left arm and allow him to continue his path as a Martial Artist, what would it matter if he gave his life to Qin Yan?

Qin Yan could sense the sincerity in Zhao Lei's words.

In those bloodshot eyes, there was no deception, no calculation, only pure entrustment.

And so, Qin Yan nodded.

"Alright, in that case, I will lend you a hand."

After Qin Yan finished speaking, he waved his hand, and a severed arm appeared in the room.

The severed arm was fairly well-preserved; the skin hadn't completely lost its color, and the muscles hadn't fully atrophied.

This was precisely Zhao Lei's severed left arm.

After killing those five members of the Di Family, Qin Yan had brought the severed arm with him.

This way, it would be easier for him to heal it.