Chapter 21: I'm a Little Afraid

Chapter 21: I’m a Little Afraid

The next morning.

After a sleepless night, Su Changqing left his room early.

The Nine Profound Heavens Medical Needle was incredibly complex, involving a vast array of knowledge. In just one night, he had only managed to grasp the basics of the first level.

"It should be enough to treat Uncle Wenlin’s injuries, but I’ll need to check if the teacher has any silver needles."

Despite the chance to heal, Su Changqing didn’t show any signs of joy.

The technique was too mysterious, and he was only trying it out with a cautious attitude.

Without wasting any more time, Su Changqing headed towards the book house.

Shortly after he left, Su Nan emerged from his room.

He watched Su Changqing’s departing figure quietly, waiting until he left the village before speaking, "Come see me."

As soon as the words left his mouth, a dozen people, led by Su Wenlin, appeared in the courtyard.

"Head of the family."

They all bowed in unison, speaking respectfully.

Su Nan nodded and said, "There are two tasks for you to handle during this visit to the Su family."

"First, keep an eye on the eldest and second sons. Don’t let them go too far, leave some room for maneuver."

"Second, inform all the forces in the Southern Region that I will be establishing a new sect within a year."

"Regardless of their willingness, they must send a portion of their top disciples."

"Tell them that those disciples will still belong to them, and I will only be borrowing them for a while. I will also ensure they are well-trained."

The Su family members were taken aback by this.

The first task was manageable, with them around, nothing major would go wrong.

But the second task was much more challenging.

Both sects and families valued their talented disciples and successors the most.

These were the future bloodlines, and any mishap would result in irreplaceable losses.

It was clear that even if this was a new sect founded by the Su family, it would face significant resistance.

"Head of the family, about that..." Su Wenlin hesitated.

But before he could finish, Su Nan waved his hand, "Tell them this is not up for negotiation."

"Any family that fails to send someone, or sends an incompetent one, will be noted. I will personally visit each one."

Su Wenlin and the others’ expressions turned serious, and they nodded in agreement.

This task would indeed face a lot of resistance, but no matter how great the resistance, it would crumble the moment a peak Near-Emperor showed up.

In the Southern Region, when Su Nan made up his mind, no one could stand in his way.

"Will the head of the family be returning with us this time?" Su Wenlin asked.

"I have other matters to attend to."

Su Nan looked into the distance, "Changqing still needs a few more teachers, and I need to confirm each one."

"Also..."

He paused, frowning slightly, but didn’t continue.

He simply instructed, "The time is right. Tomorrow morning, after Changqing goes to school, you will set out immediately."

Building a sect was a major undertaking that required thorough preparation. If they waited too long, all their efforts would be in vain.

"Understood!"

The Su family members bowed their heads and dispersed.

...

Time passed quickly, and the day flew by.

In the evening, after a full day of studying, Su Changqing hurried back to the village and headed straight for Su Wenlin’s house.

Before he could say anything, Er Niu opened the door.

"Back so early today, Changqing."

Er Niu greeted him with his usual smile.

"Er Niu, you sure have a big heart."

Su Changqing sighed, "Uncle Wenlin can’t even get out of bed, and you’re not the least bit worried."

Er Niu’s smile faltered; he almost forgot about it.

"Ah, it’s not that I’m not worried, but there’s nothing I can do. His condition has worsened today."

Er Niu sighed deeply, his face filled with sorrow, "I don’t know if he can make it through the night."

He already knew that his father would be returning to the Su family the next morning.

Su Changqing’s expression turned serious, and he quickly entered the house, where he saw Su Wenlin lying in bed.

Compared to the last time they met, Su Wenlin’s condition had deteriorated significantly.

"Changqing, you’re here."

Su Wenlin’s voice was barely audible, like that of a dying man.

"Uncle Wenlin,"

A flash of pain crossed Su Changqing’s eyes, and he said in a low voice, "After examining your injuries, I learned a set of needle techniques and asked the teacher for a set of silver needles."

“

But I can’t guarantee that I can cure your illness.”

In truth, Su Changqing was already close to giving up, but he was still trying his best.

“Hey, what’s this about guarantees? I’m already in this state, what else do I have to fear?”

Su Wenlin patted his chest with difficulty and laughed, “Go ahead, Uncle Wenlin can take it.”

Su Changqing nodded solemnly, then gently helped Su Wenlin sit up with Er Niu and took out the silver needles.

These needles varied in size, totaling seven hundred and twenty-nine, and were so fine they were barely visible to the naked eye.

According to his Scholar Immortal master, these silver needles, though not specifically designed for the Heavenly Medical Scroll, were still considered rare treasures.

“Huff”

Su Changqing took a deep breath and recalled the first technique of the Nine Mystic Needles.

After going through it in his mind, he opened his eyes, a silver gleam flashing in them.

Suddenly, the image of Su Wenlin in front of him vanished, replaced by a detailed view of his internal meridians and blood vessels, as if the skin had been peeled away.

Su Changqing casually flicked his wrist, and a nearly invisible silver needle landed precisely on Su Wenlin’s chest.

After the first needle, his speed increased, his hands moving so fast they seemed to leave afterimages.

In an instant, Su Wenlin’s chest was covered with silver needles.

Initially, both Su Wenlin and Er Niu watched calmly.

To them, Su Changqing was just going through the motions, a futile effort.

They let him try it to avoid leaving him with any regrets.

As for the needles entering the body?

Su Wenlin was a Great Sage; mere silver needles were nothing to him, let alone divine weapons.

They weren’t worried at all, expecting Su Changqing to give up once he saw it was ineffective.

But to their surprise, when Su Changqing was halfway through, Su Wenlin’s face changed, and his internal energy began to flow uncontrollably.

When all the needles were in place, it felt like a fire was burning inside him, causing unbearable pain throughout his body.

Su Wenlin’s face changed instantly. He instinctively tried to use his energy to resist, knowing it was a sign of his old injury flaring up.

He was about to return to the Su family to handle important matters and couldn’t afford to lose at least thirty percent of his strength due to an old injury.

In the past, he would suppress the pain with his cultivation and gradually resolve it, a process he had become accustomed to, happening once or twice a year.

But this time, when he tried to use his energy, he was horrified to find that his internal energy was completely out of his control!

He exerted all his strength, but he couldn’t expel the silver needles from his body.

Su Wenlin panicked, “Changqing, what are you doing?”

“Why... why can’t I use any of my strength?”

Er Niu, watching from the side, secretly gave a thumbs up.

Su Changqing wiped the sweat from his forehead, “Uncle Wenlin, don’t worry, this is normal.”

“This first technique of the Nine Mystic Needles is called Heaven-Sealing, which can lock all the energy and blood flow in the body, supposedly sealing even the heavens, making it impossible to move.”

“But this is just the beginning. The main part is coming next!”

Even the heavens can be sealed?

Su Wenlin’s body went numb. What exactly had his Scholar Immortal master taught him?

He asked urgently, “Changqing, are you sure you’ve mastered this technique? Do you have any guarantees?”

Su Wenlin was genuinely afraid. This technique was a bit eerie.

It didn’t care about cultivation or strength; it seemed to have pinned down the deepest roots of his physical being, making it impossible to move.

Now, he could only hope that Su Changqing was a hundred percent confident.

But to his surprise, Su Changqing’s face turned serious, and he shook his head, “Didn’t I tell you, Uncle Wenlin?”

“I have no guarantees. Since you’re already in this state, I can only try my best!”

“Uncle Wenlin, brace yourself. It might be a bit painful next.”

As he spoke, Su Changqing was about to start.

“Wait a moment!”

Su Wenlin almost fell to his knees, cold sweat breaking out on his face.

He nervously swallowed and looked at Er Niu, “Quick, go get Uncle Su Nan!”

“I’m a bit scared without him.”

(End of Chapter)

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