Chapter 113: Astonishing! The Celestial Healer!

Chapter 113: Astonishing! The Celestial Healer!

Su Changqing held his breath, his fingers moving with such speed that they left a trail of afterimages as he manipulated the needles.

The silver needles, varying in length, struck the old steward's chest with precision and decisiveness.

In Su Changqing's eyes, the old steward's body had disappeared, replaced by a complex network of meridians.

This time, Su Changqing found it much easier to perform the Nine Mystic Celestial Healer Needles. For one, he now had the necessary cultivation, and secondly, the old steward's injuries were much less severe compared to those of Su Wenlin.

In the blink of an eye, the old steward's body was covered with silver needles.

It was then that the old steward's smiling expression began to freeze.

He could feel the blood and qi within his body boiling uncontrollably.

The injuries that had been suppressed were now fully resurfacing, causing intense pain in his internal organs.

"Impossible! I just treated myself today!"

The old steward was puzzled. He tried to use his cultivation to suppress the injuries, but suddenly, his expression turned frantic.

He couldn't move at all?

Not only could he not move his body, but his cultivation was also out of his control!

This realization sent the old steward into a panic. He hurriedly called out, "Young Master, wait a moment!"

"Why can't I move?"

From a mighty Grand Sage to a helpless mortal, the loss of control was overwhelming. Even knowing that everyone present was on his side, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of dread.

Especially since Su Changqing had once claimed to have killed someone with his treatment!

Although he knew that was a lie, who knew what the actual circumstances were?

Maybe Su Wenlin, a Near-Emperor, could withstand it without dying, but could he, a Grand Sage, endure it?

The more he thought about it, the more panicked he became, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

"Don't worry, Old Steward. This is normal."

Su Changqing's expression was serious. "This needle technique is called 'Seal the Heavens.' It requires sealing the body's blood and qi to prevent any disturbance."

"The first step is complete. Now comes the treatment."

Normal?

The old steward was even more panicked. You call it normal when a mere First Realm cultivator can immobilize a Grand Sage?

If this was just the first step, what would the actual treatment be like?

"Master... Who taught you this needle technique? Are you sure you can do this?"

The old steward's forehead was slick with cold sweat, his voice trembling as he asked.

"The medical arts were taught to me by Master Scholar. As for the confidence..."

Su Changqing thought for a moment and nodded. "I can't guarantee a cure, but I can guarantee that you won't die."

This statement made the old steward's heart tremble.

Medical arts from the Scholar Immortal?

That's a Scholar Immortal, not a Medical Immortal. When did a scholar learn medical arts?

And what does it mean to guarantee that you won't die?!

If he had known this would happen, he would have fought to the death to avoid Su Changqing's treatment!

But... who knew Su Changqing had such bizarre techniques up his sleeve?

"Changqing, this needle technique..."

Wu Jiuling also sensed something was wrong and quickly stood up, moving to the old steward's side. He looked at the silver needles, which seemed to be placed in a chaotic yet orderly manner.

His eyes flashed with insight, and he could clearly see the situation inside the old steward's body.

The silver needles, though seemingly placed randomly, formed a strange array, firmly sealing the old steward's blood and qi at their source.

This was the deepest, purest root of the human body.

Even cultivators themselves rarely noticed it, but now, it was pinned down with incredible precision by Su Changqing!

Wu Jiuling's eyes widened in shock, recognizing the terrifying power of the needle technique.

With the deepest roots of the body sealed, even a Near-Emperor would be powerless, let alone a Grand Sage!

"Old Steward, bear with it."

Once the silver needles were in place, Su Changqing took a deep breath, his fingertips forming intricate seals that appeared and disappeared like afterimages.

The seals were profound and difficult to understand, as if they contained the fundamental truths of the universe. A special aura filled the air.

"Transform!"

With a light command from Su Changqing, the seals entered the old steward's body. In the next moment—

Boom!

The ordinary silver needles burst into a brilliant silver light, arranging themselves like an array, rapidly intersecting and connecting.

In an instant, the needles were absorbed into the old steward's body.

"This..."

Wu Jiuling's face was filled with shock, his eyes glowing as he focused intently.

In his line of sight, Old Master Fu’s body contained its own world, with fine cracks spread across the sky.

The silver needles that had disappeared into his body now appeared in this world. These needles emitted a brilliant silver light, connecting with the deepest roots of his body, stitching and rapidly mending the fine cracks in the world, much like repairing a garment.

"Human bodies are like miniature worlds."

"Using the essence of the flesh to mend a broken world."

Wu Jiuling, watching Su Changqing’s seals dance, muttered in astonishment, "This needle technique and the philosophy passed down by the Martial Ancestor are one and the same!"

"And it is even more profound!"

No one knew the shock in Wu Jiuling’s heart.

Why was he the only person in the world who could withstand the might of an Imperial artifact and still live?

For one, his lineage was indeed powerful, shaping an unparalleled body.

But more importantly, he knew how to mobilize the essence of his body to repair himself, thereby countering the pervasive Imperial aura.

Otherwise, even with his unmatched physical strength, he would have long perished over the years.

Yet now, he was seeing a technique that shared the same philosophy as the Martial Ancestor’s legacy!

Using the essence of the flesh to heal one’s own wounds!

And this healing was thousands of times more exquisite than his clumsy methods!

"My injuries..."

Wu Jiuling looked at his emaciated hand, his voice trembling, "Could they... be healed?"

The moment this thought crossed his mind, Wu Jiuling’s entire body quivered with excitement.

...

Meanwhile.

Old Master Fu, after the initial panic, gradually became surprised, then shocked.

He could feel his internal injuries being repaired at a visible speed!

This healing was not the result of medicine or external forces.

Instead, a mysterious power was manipulating his body, using its own essence to treat and mend itself!

The silver needles, now like silver dragons, roamed through his internal world.

Wherever there was an injury, they would swarm over, and in no time, the wound would be as good as new.

Finally, a buildup of old blood began to flow backward through his meridians.

"Spit!"

Old Master Fu spat out a large mouthful of old blood, a long-lost sense of relief washing over him.

"Phew, that’s better."

Su Changqing let out a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his brow, and with a wave of his hand, retracted the silver needles.

Compared to the last time, this treatment was much faster, thanks to his experience and the increased proficiency with the 'Heaven-Sealing' needle technique.

"Can this needle technique, which seals the essence of the body, be used in combat?"

As he put away the silver needles, a thought crossed Su Changqing’s mind, making his eyes light up, "I can try it out in the future."

It was as if a new world had opened up, and Su Changqing was lost in thought.

But he didn’t notice that Old Master Fu and Wu Jiuling were staring at him in a daze.

Old Master Fu couldn’t believe that Su Changqing had truly healed his injuries.

Wu Jiuling, on the other hand, was so excited he could barely contain himself, as if he had found a glimmer of hope for survival.

The atmosphere remained silent for a moment.

Finally, Wu Jiuling took a deep breath and asked Su Changqing in a trembling voice, "Changqing, can you tell us... whose lineage is this medical art?"

At this, Old Master Fu also fixed his gaze on Su Changqing.

In an era where medical arts were so rare, to have a needle technique that could turn decay into miracles must surely be an extraordinary lineage!

"Lineage?"

Su Changqing was taken aback, then shook his head, "Confucius Master didn’t say, and I’m not quite sure."

"But the medical arts I learned are called the Heavenly Medical Scroll."

Clang!

Wu Jiuling and Old Master Fu sprang to their feet at this, knocking over the stone table without a care.

Their scalps tingled, and their eyes were filled with disbelief as they looked at Su Changqing.

They had guessed that Su Changqing’s medical lineage was extraordinary.

But they never expected it to be this extraordinary.

It came from the most ancient one!

The Heavenly Medical Emperor!

(End of Chapter)

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