The cry wasn’t mine but Deng Chao’s. When I opened my eyes, I saw my left hand still intact but Deng Chao's right hand was severed. The incision was extremely neat and the floor was covered in fresh blood.

"What have you done?" I glared at Song Xingchen.

He didn’t answer, but he quickly pulled out a small porcelain jar from his pocket, gnawed off the sealed red cloth with his teeth, and poured the powder inside onto Deng Chao's wound.

Was this the legendary Bone Erosion Drug?!

Apparently, back in ancient times, the Song family had two branches–the literary Songs and the martial Songs. Soon after each child was born, he would undergo a test to judge whether he belonged to the literary or martial branch.

When the literary children grew up, they either became magistrates...