As Feng sat down crossed legged he felt a slight tinge of spiritual energy on his back as Chen Lin finally revealed what was inside of the jade box he carried with him
It was a set of slender jade needles, each one carved with intricate runes that shimred faintly under the dim light.
Despite their delicate appearance, they radiated a soothing yet potent energy, as if naturally absorbing the internal injuries within a person.
These needles were crafted from Spirit-Soaked Jade, a rare material known to harmonize with a cultivator’s ridians, expelling impurities and accelerating recovery.
With just a glance, Feng could tell they weren’t ordinary as they pulsed with a faint, rhythmic hum, as if they were resonating with the heartbeat of the person that was wielding them.
"These are called Life-Flow Needles. They’re my partners. With these, I can help you expel that Erald Poison from your body and strengthen your natural resistance to poisons in the future," Huang Bei said before carefully picking up a needle and pressing it toward one of the acupoints on Lin Feng’s back.
I hope it doesn’t hurt too much, Feng thought, feeling a bit nervous.
Yet, when the Life-Flow Needle actually pierced his back, he felt no pain at all.
Instead, the Erald Poison in that part of his body rapidly gathered and flowed toward the needle, making it glow with poisonous energy.
Wow, this actually feels a lot better now, Feng thought as the pain in his body started to fade.
Seeing his expression, Old Chen smiled and said,
"I may not be a cultivator, but when it cos to dicine and expelling poisons, no one in Silverpine can claim to be better than ."
Old Chen spoke with a hint of pride as Yan Hao and Yan Li also joined the conversation.
"That’s right! Old Chen is a master doctor! In fact, he’s the best in all of Silverpine—maybe even the entire Eastern Territories!" Yan Hao said, trying to butter him up.
"That’s right! When it cos to healing, Old Chen is unrivaled under the heavens!" Yan Li added, going even further with his flattery, hoping for a reaction.
"Hmph, all you brats do is flatter people. If you spent that ti cultivating, maybe you wouldn’t always need your older brother Huang Bei to protect you," Old Chen said.
He looked displeased, but the glint in his eyes showed he was actually enjoying their words.
Clearly, what Huang Bei said about these twin brothers using flattery to climb the ranks was true.
However, that wasn’t the main thing on Lin Feng’s mind. Rembering Old Chen’s words, he quickly asked, "Old Chen, were you unable to form a Heaven’s Pact?"
But the mont the words left his mouth, he realized it might be too personal and hurriedly tried to take them back.
"I ant no offense, Old Chen. I was just curious. I know soone back in Raincloud Village who also couldn’t form a Heaven’s Pact, and I was his only friend. So I understand what it’s like."
Old Chen smiled, showing he wasn’t bothered at all.
"Yes, when I went through my awakening ceremony, I couldn’t form a Heaven’s Pact.
Everyone around shunned —friends, family—everyone except my younger brother.
He stayed by my side and encouraged every day to find a purpose in life.
That’s when I discovered the dicinal arts. I beca obsessed.
It consud all my ti.
At first, everyone thought my efforts were pointless, but I kept trying different things until I learned about acupuncture. And here we are."
Feng listened, his eyes shining with awe.
He hadn’t expected Old Chen to have such a story.
"I wish you could have t my friend, Old Chen. He would’ve really liked to talk to soone like you."
Although that friend is already talking with you right now
Old Chen simply smiled.
anwhile, more Life-Flow Needles were carefully inserted into Feng’s back, steadily drawing out the Erald Poison.
His body fought back against the poison, and since his physique was already stronger than most, it was actually much easier for him to dispel it.
However, as more and more needles were placed in his back, Feng noticed sothing else.
His ability to absorb spiritual energy, which had already improved thanks to the Blackwood Ruler’s gift, beca even better.
It felt as if the natural impurities in his body were being drawn out by the needles, making his qi pathways more efficient at carrying spiritual energy throughout his body.
System, what’s happening to ? Feng asked, feeling curious.
He didn’t think Old Chen would do anything to harm him—after all, the way his subordinates were willing to risk their lives for him said a lot about his character.
[Responding to host: The Erald Poison inside the host’s body is gradually being siphoned into the Life-Flow Needles inserted in the host’s back.
[Additionally, the Life-Flow Needles are clearing impurities from the host’s qi pathways, enhancing the host’s ability to absorb spiritual energy even further.]
So I was right... Does Old Chen actually have the ability to improve a cultivator’s talent? Isn’t that a heaven-defying ability?
Feng was shocked. Sothing like this would be coveted by every major organization in the Eastern Territories.
The ability to clear one’s qi pathways and improve spiritual energy absorption was sothing even high-level cultivators would desire, as it could help them break through bottlenecks in their cultivation.
When Chen Yang saw what Old Chen was doing to Lin Feng, his rage flared as he shouted, "CHEN LIN!! WHY ARE YOU HELPING A STRANGER BUT NOT ?! I DESERVE THAT TREATNT MORE THAN HIM!!"
Chen Yang couldn’t hold himself back anymore.
A massive sphere of Nethersoul Poison surged atop his palm, roiling like a storm cloud of toxic energy.
This ti, the dark purple mist didn’t simply gather—it twisted and coiled, taking shape with eerie precision.
Purple scales glistened with a venomous sheen as the mist solidified, forming a colossal phyton.
The Nethersoul Poison Python hissed, its slit-like eyes gleaming with malice, its forked tongue flickering as if tasting the air for its prey.
It bore an uncanny resemblance to the Frostvenom Python—Senior Frost—the very beast Chen Yang was standing on.
The phyton’s body pulsed with corrosive energy, distorting the air around it, its re presence suffocating.
The ground beneath it darkened, corroding under its aura, while the surrounding air thickened with the scent of death.
Chen Yang’s expression twisted with manic excitent as his aura surged to its peak.
He thrust his hand forward, his voice booming with unrestrained fury.
"Nine Nether Soul Art: Soul Python!"
At his command, the monstrous serpent lunged forward, its massive fangs bared, leaving behind a trail of decaying air as it struck.
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