Silver needles landed on Zhao Qian's body one by one.
Three-inch silver needles, each piercing her acupoints, sinking only half an inch.
His entire being transformed at that moment, as if he had become a grandmaster of medicine. The aura radiating from him drew everyone's attention.
"Using Qi to control needles, the Full Body Infusion Technique... this..."
Everyone present could not help but look, their gazes falling upon Hua Yu.
As a titan in the field of Traditional Chinese Medicine, even he had never witnessed such a technique, let alone anyone else.
"The method of using Qi to control needles disappeared from history long ago. Even the current top experts at the Chinese Medicine Research Institute can only levitate needles in the air, but they cannot accurately insert them into acupoints. This technique not only requires a deep understanding of human acupoints but also meticulous control over the needle's angle and force.
A slight misstep could worsen the patient's condition or even lead to immediate death. Only true masters can use Qi-controlled needles to heal the world.
To think that I, Hua Yu, would be fortunate enough to witness this in my lifetime. Alas, I am unworthy of my surname and my great ancestor!"
"Hummmm—"
The tails of the silver needles began to spin. As they spun, streams of blue Qi emerged from their ends, and the blue Qi on each needle connected!
An ethereal aura gradually spread. As time passed, the blue Qi slowly dissipated, and the half-inch needles, already inserted into the skin, began to draw out black Qi, which then started to engulf the blue Qi.
"This is Qi diversion!"
"This is considered the highest realm of using Qi to control needles. True masters can perceive the intricacies of the human body and utilize the resonance frequency between the vibrating needles and the body's ailments. These black streams are the Qi of the diseased areas.
This is a process of transformation. The blue Qi is likely the special transformative gas mentioned in ancient texts, capable of converting ailments into black Qi, which is then expelled from the body through resonance."
Hua Yu explained with emotion to the group behind him. This knowledge came from ancient texts passed down in his family. The method of using Qi to control needles had long been lost, and with TCM being disparaged as unorthodox in recent years, fewer and fewer people were willing to study it.
"You wish to learn?"
Ye Longlin glanced at him, sensing the desire in his eyes.
For any practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine, controlling needles with Qi was an unparalleled technique. Who wouldn't want to learn it?
Hua Yu cupped his fists, cautiously asking, "Are you willing to teach?"
This question implied whether Ye Longlin was willing to pass on the skill.
Hua Yu's breathing became heavy, his aged face flushed with color, as if he had found a second spring.
Ye Longlin chuckled, "I am skilled at killing, not at saving."
The words were clearly directed at him.
Hua Yu immediately turned, "Quickly prepare paper and brush for Mr. Ye!"
The black Qi diminished, and the needles ceased their vibration.
With a wave of his hand, Ye Longlin retrieved the needles, which flew back and landed on the table.
Zhao Qian's eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes. She didn't see Ye Longlin at the foot of the bed. Instead, she turned her head and saw Zhao Siyu.
Zhao Qian's eyes welled with tears, her voice choked with emotion, as if murmuring to herself, "Siyu, Mom had a dream. I dreamt Longlin came back. Mom touched the scars on his arm. How much suffering did he endure to have his body covered in scars?
I still remember when he was little, he used to say that the body and skin are gifts from parents, and without their permission, he would never let his body be harmed. But... Siyu, Mom's heart aches."
Tears blurred her vision, streaming down her cheeks.
Suddenly, a large hand grasped hers, and a magnetic voice whispered in her ear, "Aunt Zhao, you are not dreaming. It's all real, I'm back."
Ye Longlin gently stroked Zhao Qian's hair, his movements tender.
Zhao Qian slowly turned her head, looking at Ye Longlin. She covered her mouth with one hand, seemingly disbelieving that this was not a dream, and her tears flowed even more profusely.
As they shared this tender moment, countless people had already assembled at the Dragon Slaying Villa!
Xu Jiajun, the King of the Underworld, possessed immense influence and appeal in the Southern Province.
Despite being nearly a hundred years old and having retired from the Southern Province's underworld, choosing to live out his days at the Imperial Dragon Villa, which elder in the martial world did not remember this man known as the "Ten Thousand Slayer"?
"Li Tianhu from the Protocol Department greets Your Highness! Long live Your Highness!"
"Long Zhang, the Blade Wielder, greets Your Highness! Long live Your Highness!"
"Lao Gui from the Combat Department greets Your Highness! Long live Your Highness!"
"Ying Zi from the Assassination Department greets Your Highness! Long live Your Highness!"
In his youth, Xu Jiajun had preferred to be called "Your Highness," and this title had continued to follow him.
The Eleven Kings of the Southern Province represented a peak era for the region, and these eleven kings stood at the pinnacle, wielding great influence and authority.
After the Dragon Slaying Order was issued, his former subordinates, enforcers, and members of every department of the underworld dynasty converged on the Dragon Slaying Villa!
Xu Jiajun sat in the highest position, looking down at his four trusted aides, as if he had returned to his prime.
"Ye Longlin killed my grandson and challenged my authority. This Southern Province has forgotten its Underground King. Very well, let Ye Longlin be the first soul to perish under my hand in these years."
Having retired from the martial world, had people forgotten that the inconspicuous Xu family was the eleventh major power?
Wearing a suit did not mean abandoning the butcher's cleaver!
The Southern Province had forgotten this executioner in recent years. If that was the case, he wouldn't mind reminding them, and letting the entire Southern Province know that Xu Jiajun was not dead!
As long as he lived, no one would dare to provoke the Xu family!
He intended to awe the entire Southern Province!
"Your Highness, according to intelligence, Ye Longlin forcefully killed Ma Yuan at the Ma family's banquet. The elder patriarch did not make a move. The specific circumstances are unclear, and the Ma family has sealed their gates."
Someone reported.
Xu Jiajun sneered, "That Old Ma was a coward back then, and he's even more so now. King Ma? I am ashamed to be associated with him!"
Simultaneously, an order suddenly appeared in the Dragon Pavilion.
Elite forces from the Dragon Pavilion began to infiltrate every street and corner.
No one could detect their movements, as if they had never appeared.
However, no one knew that this order was issued by Yuan Gang after much deliberation, without Ye Longlin's consent.
Meanwhile, Zhao Qian, who had returned to the small courtyard, sat in a lounge chair, watching four people clear the weeds and tidy up the yard.
A smile played on her lips.
It felt like returning to the past.
"Ye Longlin!! Where the hell are you!! Did you just abandon us like this? You're not even coming home at night, have you gone to find some girl??"
"I'm telling you, I can do everything that girl can do, and even things she can't! Get away from that girl and let me!"