Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law

Chapter 293 Heading to the Central Region

The hand that held the needles moved with swift precision.

Between the index and little fingers of Ye Feng’s hand, five crystal-clear fine silver needles were skillfully inserted with each movement—a mere flick of his fingers—and for Heavenly Martial Rejuvenation Needle Technique, mastery of speed was one of the most demanding aspects.

For those who had reached great accomplishment in this technique, the interval between the insertion of two needles was almost synchronous, imperceptible to onlookers who couldn’t fathom the depths of its mystery.

For Ye Feng, performing the Heavenly Martial Rejuvenation Needle Technique was a matter of mere moments, like the time it takes to brew half a cup of tea. However, for Gu Mu and the others, it felt like several centuries passed as they watched, their eyes growing blurry until a layer of sweat covered them from sheer urgency.

Too fast!

When Ye Feng finally ceased his movements, three bitter expressions bloomed across the faces of his onlookers. They could scarcely remember the insertion points of each needle; the depth of penetration and proper sequence were completely muddled.

"Master, Great Master, you taught too quickly," said the woman amongst them, Luo Xueyan, her face flushed.

With such a lightning-speed lesson and nearly a hundred silver needles, if they could learn simply by watching once, they’d already be geniuses—not still fourth level healers.

Ye Feng, with an impassive expression, inquired directly:

"How much do you remember?"

How were they to answer that question? The three exchanged uneasy glances and eventually Luo Xueyan stepped forward to speak softly:

"Great Master, we only managed to discern the techniques and positions."

Tsk! Tsk!

Yu Feiyu let out a light laugh. If they could truly learn that way, it would be nothing short of miraculous.

Ye Feng undoubtedly taught the true Heavenly Martial Rejuvenation Needle Technique, but what they learned might not necessarily be its true form.

There’s no such thing as a free lunch in this world!

"Not too bad," Ye Feng commented.

Was this praise or was there another meaning? After Yu Feiyu’s scoff, the three were even less sure.

Ye Feng glanced at Yu Feiyu, perhaps recognizing the gap between them; after all, she had truly learned it after a single observation, and then added:

"I’m praising you. If you’ve remembered those two aspects, you can begin to save lives. Come with me."

Inside the sick ward, thirty-one patients had apparently "demonized," tearing frenzically at their bedsheets and straining madly. Their purple eyes were extraordinarily eerie.

Ghost Qi!

Ye Feng shook his head silently. According to Long Nannan, she obviously hadn’t grasped the true essence of Ghost Qi, which seemed easy to deal with. But was something that inexplicably permeated this world truly that simple?

The more mundane a thing appeared, the more profound the mystery one would uncover upon delving deeper.

"You two, guard the door. Nobody is to disturb us until I come out," he commanded, clearly addressing Shentu Mo and his companion.

For enforcers of the Divine Doctor Sect, when had they been relegated to doorkeepers? Bluntly speaking, even the Sect Leader of the Divine Doctor Sect wouldn’t dare to command them thusly.

Yang Buhui and Shentu Mo looked at each other and exchanged wry smiles.

So be it!

The two walked out dejectedly. Ye Feng’s presence was so overwhelming they couldn’t dare to object, but such a commanding aura—what background did he have?

A remaining elder healer named Lv Qiaodong looked at Ye Feng and silently made to leave.

Medical practitioners often held their own taboos.

"Old healer, no need to go anywhere. Act as an assistant for now!"

Lv Qiaodong stopped in his tracks, filled with doubt, though he still replied:

"Sure!"

An assistant was an assistant, after all—he was intrigued to see how Ye Feng healed others.

"Come here, Zhan Tian, let him go; control him so he doesn’t move," ordered Ye Feng as he approached the patient with the deepest cultivation—a particularly burly man.

"Yes, sir!" exclaimed Sima Zhan Tian without hesitation. He pried open the iron restraints and grasped the patient once more.

"Needle!"

Ye Feng’s face was serious.

Yu Feiyu quickly passed over a box of needles made from ice crystal stone. Ye Feng reached out his palm, and in an instant, five fine silver needles rose into the air and landed in the spaces between his fingers.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

One needle, two needles, three needles…

This time, Ye Feng’s application was even faster than during the lesson, striking like lightning. Onlookers could only see his hand raising but were completely unable to pinpoint when the needles were inserted.

In just an instant, a chant resonated continuously.

What needle technique was this?

Lv Qiaodong watched in shock. Among all the medical needle techniques in the world, those capable of invoking such rare phenomena were certainly not ordinary.

There was no need for an assistant, thought Lv Qiaodong wryly, although he did not understand why Ye Feng had left him there, but he chose to look away nonetheless.

In a brief moment, Ye Feng managed to insert all one hundred and eight fine silver needles, striking precisely at vital acupoints. His eyes concentrated, he slowly spoke again:

"After the needles are in place, you still need to manipulate his own Qi to expel the miasma."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Ye Feng’s palm came to rest upon the burly man, and he began to manipulate the Qi in a highly orderly manner. A subtle golden light flickered in and out of visibility in his right palm.

Qi Propulsion Technique!

Those present were no strangers to this massaging technique, but observing Ye Feng employ it seemed to unveil layers of profundity, inducing a sense of beauty in the act.

Before long, the burly man’s struggles lessened, and from the needles embedded in him, a purple essence began to flow out.

"Little Martial Uncle is so amazing!" exclaimed Long Nannan, astonished by the sight of Ghost Qi being expelled by the needles. She hadn’t anticipated that Ye Feng could save people in this manner.

Could it be that her Little Martial Uncle’s medical skills were highly advanced? She wondered if it might be possible to open a clinic somewhere, confident that it would undoubtedly bring in a steady stream of wealth. Long Nannan’s bright eyes sparkled even brighter, betraying her involuntary laughter at the thought.

Seven minutes later, Ye Feng slowly retracted his palm.

"It’s done, Zhan Tian, let him rest on his own."

Ye Feng exhaled a breath of turbid air, then turned his attention to the one hundred and eight silver needles.

The reason why ice crystal stone-made silver needles were indispensable had another profound meaning. Ice crystal stones harvested from such extremely cold regions could play a special role in protecting the meridians of patients in a comatose state, ensuring they wouldn’t burst.

Moreover, ice crystal stone silver needles had an unknown feature—they contained a narrow storage space within.

The fine silver needles’ purple color gradually deepened until it turned black, mirroring the patient’s fading purplish complexion.

"The pulse has returned to normal."

Lv Qiaodong gently checked the patient’s palm, his face full of admiration.

For these traditional healers, as long as a patient’s pulse could stabilize, waking up was only a matter of time.

In other words, he had gone from being ill to being not ill.

"It’s a pity he hasn’t woken up; otherwise, we could have known what exactly happened to them."

Luoo Xueyan sighed softly.

"Waking him up is not as simple as you think."

Long Nannan pursed her lips, then unexpectedly poked the big man’s armpit on the bed.

With just one poke, the big man jerked as if electrified, and his body suddenly twitched before slowly opening his eyes.

They were normal eyes!

"What is this place?"

The big man looked around at himself, then at the people surrounding him, his voice filled with confusion and weakness.

"The Imperial Capital, headquarters of the Imperial Divine Medical Sect."

Yu Feiyu stated solemnly.

"Did you save me?"

How much had happened since he fell unconscious? Having been transported from the Central Region to the headquarters of the Imperial Divine Medical Sect in the Imperial Capital, the big man was full of puzzlement and gratitude.

"No, the person who saved you is him!"

Yu Feiyu pointed to Ye Feng, his mouth corner betraying a hint of mockery—he had no eye for talent.

"Thank you, Divine Doctor, for your assistance!"

The big man sincerely said to Ye Feng.

"What is your name, and what exactly happened where you are from?"

Ye Feng simply nodded his head, then asked sternly.

"My name is Ruan Qing. As for what happened, I’m not very clear."

"A few days ago, a purple smoke wafted out of Fallen Dragon Valley. Many nearby people have since fallen into a coma. I was ordered by my sect to investigate, and somehow I became afflicted as well," Ruan Qing said with some difficulty.

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Asking him was the same as not asking. Ye Feng then commanded:

"Take him to another room to rest."

"You four, follow the method I’ve taught you; work in pairs to start saving people."

Yu Feiyu swiftly paired up with Luoo Xueyan, eliciting a dim look from the two men.

"May I ask the Divine Doctor’s esteemed name?"

Ruan Qing glanced at the silver needles still in his body, wanting to remove them but not daring to.

"Ye Feng!"

"I’m no Divine Doctor. What was your cultivation level before?"

Ye Feng waved his hand, instantly retracting all the silver needles.

"High-Level Martial King."

As soon as the words came out, Ruan Qing immediately gave a bitter smile. Now it seemed he had lost even the cultivation level of a Peak Grandmaster—what a misfortune from this illness.

That’s tough!

Luckily, Ruan Qing was not the type to dwell on such things. He was not yet fifty; losing his cultivation level meant he could cultivate again, while losing his life would be truly disastrous.

Even a High-Level Martial King couldn’t resist the miasma?

"Nannan, over there, what level of cultivation is needed to withstand the Ghost Qi?"

Ye Feng asked in his mind.

"At least Divine Path!"

"Little Martial Uncle, Divine Path experts may not be abundant here, but in that place, Divine Path cultivators are everywhere. As long as a Divine Path expert does not disperse the Protective Gang Qi around them, the Ghost Qi cannot affect them," Long Nannan said dismissively.

At least Divine Path?

After hearing this, Ye Feng’s gaze quietly sharpened. From Long Nannan’s tone, it was clear that there were higher realms above the Divine Path, and it seemed they were not scarce.

Before Ye Feng could ponder further, his phone rang. Checking the caller ID, he promptly left.

...

That evening, Ye Feng put aside his dealings with Hong Qingyan and others, boarding a special plane to the Central Region.

Personal vendetta was minor compared to the importance of national affairs!

The situation in the Central Region was more serious than he had imagined. On board the special plane, aside from himself, five of the ten Grand Sect Leaders of the Heavenly Stems had mobilized, while of the twelve National Guardian Generals, two had already proceeded to the Central Region earlier, and now six more joined, including.

The Great General of Nation Guard, Duan Tian.

This lineup, without mincing words, meant that the special plane rushing to the Central Region overnight almost accommodated half the top-tier strength of the Xuanyuan Nation’s high echelon.