Chapter 1364: Chapter 764 Severed Finger_2 After finishing these things, the monster cultivator let out a cold laugh and then put the three wooden boxes into his sleeve, turned around, and left. After exiting the prison, he summoned a short, dog-headed monster cultivator, and ordered in a deep voice: "Keep a close watch, don’t make any mistakes, otherwise neither of us can bear the consequences..." "Yes." the dog-headed monster cultivator bowed his head and said. The tall monster cultivator at Foundation Establishment Peak glanced deeply at the dog-headed monster cultivator, his voice hoarse, "Do not slack off even a bit, or I’ll throw you to feed the monster beasts!" Upon hearing this, the dog-headed monster cultivator shivered all over and immediately said: "Yes, yes, manager." Mo Hua, who was eavesdropping from above, was stunned upon hearing this. It turned out to be the Manager. No wonder, he felt that this tall and large, long-fanged monster cultivator had a different aura from other monster cultivators and was obviously of higher status. The "Manager" monster cultivator, after giving his orders, glanced at the prison to confirm there were no issues, then turned around and left. The dog-headed monster cultivator respectfully saw the "Manager" off, and then his expression turned cold. He turned his head to look at the prison, his expression full of jealousy and hatred, muttering something under his breath. But he dared not disobey the Manager’s orders. After carefully checking the prison once over, confirming that the chains and formations were fine. The captured Ling Huxiao and the other two were obediently confined in their cell. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢 Only then did the dog-headed monster cultivator turn and leave. Near the prison, suddenly it became much quieter and emptier. Only the distant unknown monster beasts’ low roars, mixed with the painful groans of monster cultivators from other prisons. The atmosphere of the prison was oppressive, like Purgatory. Mo Hua estimated the time was almost up, so he used the Taixu Token to send the words "Yǐ Chǒu" to Elder Xun. After sending it, Mo Hua waited for a moment on purpose. He feared that if the Original Magnet was weak and the Heavenly Stem and Earthly Branch numbers weren’t sent out, Elder Xun might recklessly force his way in, and then everything would be ruined. After the message was sent, Mo Hua waited for a while. When Elder Xun sent the words "received," Mo Hua nodded. He lowered his head to see Ling Huxiao and the other two, all with faces of defeat and despair. They understood their situation. The powerful monster cultivators, the bloody prison, and the intermittent sounds of monster beasts struggling around them, all made them realize that this was definitely a vicious place with no way out. The severed finger was still throbbingly painful. Previously, they were either noble family’s sons or Sword Dao geniuses, although they had faced some setbacks, they mostly grew up safely under the protection of their families and sects, never personally experiencing the true cruelty of the Tao Cultivation World. Now, this cruelty suddenly appeared right in front of them. Even their life and death were only a hair’s breadth apart. The three of them found it difficult to adapt for a while. Song Jian no longer dared to boast, quietly squatting in a corner, clutching his severed little finger, his face as pale as paper. Ouyang Mu’s expression was wooden, his heart uneasy. Although Ling Huxiao’s expression was calmer, he was also a bit lost and clueless inside. His hand was already without a sword. Even if he had a sword, he was not a match for these monster cultivators at all. At least, he couldn’t beat the tall monster cultivator that had severed his finger, not to mention there were likely other stronger monster cultivators in this prison. Ling Huxiao felt dazed, involuntarily recalling what he previously said to Mo Hua. At this moment, he realized how childish phrases like "winning without virtue," "fair duel," "Sword Dao is lonely" truly were. In the real Tao Cultivation World, no one talks about "fairness," no one competes in swordsmanship with you. If there are more people, they defeat the fewer; if the cultivation is high, they suppress the weak. No one talks reason with you. If you lose, you lose, if you die, you die. Ling Huxiao’s proud heart was overshadowed with a layer of gloom; only now did he discover that in the face of truly cruel enemies, his supposedly powerful swordsmanship wasn’t as strong as he thought... Moreover, the most important issue was that his finger was still broken. Ling Huxiao touched the lustrous white pill beside his hand, his heart a bit hesitant. Ouyang Mu was same; he wanted to take the pill but didn’t dare. Their storage bags had all been taken away. Now, the only thing that could heal the injury was this pill given by the demon cultivator. The injury from the severed finger could be minor or major. The monster cultivator had only severed their little finger, without using demonic power, evil techniques, or other sinister methods, so the flesh around the wound wasn’t contaminated. If the pill is taken promptly, bones and flesh could still grow back. But if not treated, once the wound worsens, the blood coagulates, and the wound scabs over, the little finger will be permanently lost. Even if heavenly materials and earthly treasures are taken later to remedy it, there will still be defects. The severed hand is the right hand. Among the three, one is a sword-casting master, and two are sword cultivators, so at least for now, they are very reliant on their right hand. But, after all, the pill was given by the monster cultivator. Although it seemed fine, no one knows whether there are any strings attached. Ouyang Mu hesitated for a moment and then asked in a low voice: "Brother Linghu, can this pill... be taken?" Ling Huxiao frowned upon hearing this, shook his head, and sighed: "I don’t know either..." Logically speaking, the pill does not smell peculiar or have monster Qi, its color is pure, it is a proper pill. Moreover, when the monster cultivator gave it to them, he casually tossed it over, showing an indifferent attitude, not like he had any scheme. However, it is, after all, a pill from the hands of monster cultivators. Taking it might fall into the monster cultivators’ trap. But not taking it and having the little finger broken would make sword casting difficult in the future. Ouyang Mu knit his brows tightly, conflicted, his heart sighed: "If junior brother were here, it would be great; junior brother is so smart, he knows everything, surely he would know if the pill could be taken..."