Chapter 22: Su Nan's Shock
Chapter 22: Su Nan's Shock
Second Ox gave Su Wenlin a sideways glance, feeling a bit speechless.
Is he overacting a bit too much?
For such a small matter, does it really require the head of the family to come over?
“Father, don’t worry. If it’s a technique taught by Master, it can’t be harmful.”
“Besides, you’re already in this state. What’s the worst that could happen? Let Changqing give it a try.”
After saying this, Second Ox looked at Su Changqing with a serious expression.
“Changqing, I’m counting on you!”
To match Su Wenlin’s act, Second Ox’s acting skills were at their peak, nearly shedding tears.
Su Changqing, not suspecting anything, nodded solemnly and was about to begin.
“No! Wait! Wait!”
Su Wenlin truly panicked. He glared at Second Ox and shouted, “Brat, do you want to kill me? Go find Uncle Su quickly. I’m afraid... I’m afraid I can’t withstand this technique.”
As a Great Sage, the strongest realm below a Near-Emperor, Su Wenlin had never been so afraid.
There was no choice. With his cultivation sealed, he felt like a disabled person, the sense of losing control was terrifying.
Not to mention, the young master had no confidence at all! If a Great Sage were to be crippled this way, it would be a huge disaster.
At this moment, Second Ox was stunned and sensed something was off.
The fear on his father’s face didn’t seem fake.
“Changqing.”
Second Ox hurriedly spoke, but before he could finish, Su Changqing interrupted:
“Don’t worry, Second Ox. It’s normal for Uncle Wenlin to be scared as a patient.”
“But it’s better to face the pain now rather than later. Here I go!”
As he spoke, the seals in Su Changqing’s hands flickered like shadows, mysterious and profound, as if containing the essence of the universe.
The moment the seals fell, the silver needles in Su Wenlin’s chest glowed and began to rearrange themselves in a complex pattern.
With a flash of light, the silver needles vanished, completely merging into Su Wenlin’s body.
In Su Changqing’s eyes, what he saw was no longer Su Wenlin’s body but a broken world.
His hands moved rapidly, the silver needles weaving through the body, connecting the deepest origins and repairing the damaged areas like threading a needle.
Su Changqing’s fingers tapped rapidly on Su Wenlin’s chest, his expression serious and focused, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
This technique was highly demanding, both physically and mentally, and required utmost precision, leaving no room for interference.
At this moment, Su Wenlin’s face was changing rapidly.
Severe pain surged through his body, old injuries flaring up to their maximum, even worsening.
But at the same time, a mysterious force was guiding his life essence, actively repairing the stubborn injuries.
It was clear to see that even the wounds that holy pills couldn’t heal were slowly being mended.
“Ah!”
The intense battle within his body made Su Wenlin spit out a mouthful of blood.
But instead of panicking, a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.
“Father!”
Now, Su Wenlin wasn’t afraid, but Second Ox, seeing the blood, was in a panic.
He wanted to stop Su Changqing but was afraid of causing any accidents.
Remembering Su Wenlin’s words, he turned and ran towards Su Changqing’s house.
“Head of the family! Head of the family! Come quickly, something’s happened!”
Arriving at Su Changqing’s house, Second Ox was drenched in sweat, shouting frantically.
“What’s all the commotion about?”
Su Nan slowly stepped out of the house, seeing Second Ox drenched in sweat, and scolded, “You’re almost at the Fourth Realm, and you still can’t keep your cool. Is your father dead? Why are you so worked up?”
Second Ox wiped the sweat from his forehead. “Head of the family, you’re right. My father is almost dead. Please, come and see!”
Hearing this, Su Nan was shocked and then furious. “Is it a Near-Emperor from the Demon Sect, or a demon from the Beast Race?”
"Such audacity!"
In Su Nan's eyes, only a Near-Emperor could render a Great Sage incapable of even escaping.
"It's not a Near-Emperor, it's the Young Master!"
"He's trying to heal my dad, but he almost killed him! He's coughing up blood!"
Erniu said, on the verge of tears. He never imagined that treating a simple cold could lead to such a disaster.
"Changqing is healing your dad, and he almost killed him?"
Su Nan was both angry and amused. Changqing currently had no cultivation at all; even if Su Wenlin stood still and let Changqing attack, it wouldn't break his defenses.
But seeing Erniu's frightened expression, Su Nan shook his head and headed towards Su Wenlin's house.
"I want to see how a mere mortal can kill a Great Sage."
Su Nan chuckled, then entered Su Wenlin's room.
Upon entering, he saw Su Changqing with a serious expression, meticulously applying needles to Su Wenlin.
Su Wenlin had his eyes closed, allowing Su Changqing to work.
At first, Su Nan inwardly praised Su Wenlin for his convincing act. But upon closer inspection, he noticed something odd. Su Wenlin's internal energy was being restrained by a special technique.
When Su Changqing's fingers formed seals and the silver needles shifted, Su Nan's eyes narrowed, and his expression changed.
"Reveal!"
Su Nan whispered, his eyes glowing.
When he looked at Su Wenlin again, he could clearly see that the mighty body resembled a world, with a slight damage at its center.
At the damaged area, the silver needles were pulling on the body's essence, slowly repairing it like mending the sky.
"Such a precise needle technique!"
Su Nan murmured, almost in a trance.
He knew about Su Wenlin's internal injuries.
Years ago, the Su family and the demon race fought a long and brutal war over the Southern Domain. Although they eventually drove the demons away, many clan members died.
Su Wenlin's injury was inflicted by a demon Great Sage, who used his life force to leave a deep wound. The injury was severe, almost fatal, and although Su Nan managed to suppress it, he couldn't completely heal it, leaving it as a chronic condition.
Over the years, he had tried many methods in secret, but none of them worked.
But now, this injury, which even a Near-Emperor couldn't heal, was being repaired by Changqing?
"Tell me everything in detail!"
Su Nan's expression became serious.
It was good news that Su Wenlin's injury could be healed, but when did Changqing learn such a profound needle technique?
Erniu recounted the entire story, from Su Wenlin catching a cold to Su Changqing seeking the needle technique from Ruxian.
Upon hearing this, Su Nan was surprised. "This needle technique was taught by Mr. Li?"
He knew Li Qingchen as the foremost scholar and literary figure, but he had never heard that Li Qingchen could heal.
But then his eyes lit up, as if he remembered something.
"Legend has it that when Ruxian rose to prominence, besides mastering the Way of Scholars, he also entered the tomb of a great emperor."
"Could this needle technique have come from the emperor's tomb?"
"There have been many great emperors in the world, but few were skilled in medicine."
Su Nan's expression turned thoughtful, and then he was startled, looking at the needle technique Su Changqing was using.
"Could it be the oldest one?"
"Nine Mystic Silver Needles to Transform the World, a Healer's Benevolent Hands to Save Lives."
"The only one in the world to achieve enlightenment through medicine, the Great Emperor of Medicine!"
(End of Chapter)
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