Inside the side room.
It was deathly silent.
Luo Jiuying lay face-up on the table.
A black palm print on his chest had already started turning purple.
Blood vessels even continued to spread outward from it.
It was a sight that frightened onlookers.
Lin Fan held a silver needle, closely observing the trajectory of the poison.
As he rapidly waved his hands,
forty-nine silver needles precisely pierced all the acupuncture points.
He then picked up the prepared fire cup.
And quickly placed it over seven of the needles.
Using his finger strength, he helped accelerate the flow of blood.
As the suction strength rapidly increased,
streams of black blood followed the positions of the needles into the cup.
"Ah..."
Finally, when the blood cup was saturated with fresh blood,
Luo Jiuying, who had been clenching his teeth, finally exhaled deeply.
He slowly opened his eyes, feeling as though he had walked through the gates of hell again.
"Boss... you’ve saved once again... If I were a woman... I’d have no choice but to marry you."
He tried to squeeze out a slight smile.
Luo Jiuying did not forget to joke.
"Give it a rest, I have no interest in eighty-year-old grandmas."
Lin Fan rolled his eyes and said, "I have already helped you clear nine layers of toxic blood in your body, leaving only one layer for your body to digest itself. You just cannot exert yourself or drink alcohol for a month. I’ll write you a prescription later. Take the dicine on ti, and I guarantee you’ll be as vigorous as a dragon in half a month."
"Does that an I can still have a son?"
Luo Jiuying weakly asked.
"Turnip head, what more do you want? Do you want to find you an eighteen-year-old bride?"
Li Yizhen, who walked in, couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
As soon as this old man ca back to life, he started fooling around again.
"It’s not impossible, our boss’s dical skills are leagues ahead of yours... Making young again is not out of the question."
Luo Jiuying chuckled.
"Enough, together you’re over a hundred years old, and still no decorum."
Lin Fan interrupted their daily bickering, "I just heard that the opponent is not a martial master from Woguo, but a traitor?"
"That’s right, this fellow’s original na is Bai Qichao. He happens to be a direct disciple from the sa school as . His Iron Sand Palm technique is also decades of work. He’s quite a figure in the martial arts world. In addition, he was once the Alliance Hierarch of Jiangning Martial Alliance. Later, he was expelled for secretly practising forbidden techniques and learning the Five Poison Palm," Luo Jiuying said, pushing through his fatigue.
"Five Poison Palm, Five Poison Sect..."
Upon hearing this na, Lin Fan instinctively glanced at Li Yizhen.
He didn’t know if there was any connection there.
Li Yizhen shook her head.
She naturally didn’t know if there was truly a connection either.
"Later, I took over as the Hierarch of a division of the Martial Alliance, considering he was from the sa sect, I wanted to persuade him a few words. However, Bai Qichao was quite stubborn and obsessed with martial arts; he simply ignored my consolations. Later, he disappeared for a ti, and I thought he had gone into seclusion in the mountains. Unexpectedly, I heard that he went to Woguo, changed his na and surna, and even founded his own sect," Luo Jiuying continued, unaware of the tension between the two.
"What I didn’t expect was, after more than forty years, when we t again, he had changed his na to Temamoto Chizuru and had beco a national treasure-level master in Woguo. During our exchange, I was hard by his Five Poison Palm. Moreover, he declared he wanted to eradicate the Martial Alliance completely and sever Huaxia’s martial veins."
"This guy really thinks highly of himself, as if he couldn’t brag like this without eating three pounds of garlic."
Lin Fan snorted coldly.
This fellow really took himself too seriously.
"Boss, if you’re going to confront him later, you need to be extrely careful; it seems like this guy knows so Evil Skills."
Luo Jiuying struggled to sit up, supporting himself.
He looked at Lin Fan with a grave expression.
"Radish Head, if you’re no match for soone, just admit it. What’s all this about Evil Skills? Are you saying he used Evil Skills to defeat you? Not admitting defeat is a great taboo for martial artists."
Li Yizhen gave Luo Jiuying a disdainful look.
In literature, there is no first place, in martial arts, there is no second place.
The one standing is the victor; the one who falls is the defeated.
No excuses, no emotions involved.
"I’m telling the truth. When we initially fought, I clearly had the upper hand. Even though his Poison Palm was fierce, I, having advanced in rank, could still handle it. I even landed three palms on him, and it was clear I had won."
Luo Jiuying frowned.
His defeat today was indeed strange.
"But this guy lay on the ground for a while, muttering sothing, and when he got up, he seed different, like he had beco another person. Especially, he was unfazed by my palm winds, which is why I was hit by his palm. Shao Yong and the others got injured because they were trying to save ."
"You an to say he has mastered sothing like the Iron Cloth and Golden Bell Shield?"
Lin Fan asked, puzzled.
Low-level martial artists cannot form Protective Gang Qi.
But there are martial artists who practice horizontally, with lower-level strength, and possess bodies as indestructible as diamond, known as internal martial arts training.
It is also considered the pinnacle of martial arts.
"No, I’ve also fought with martial artists who practice horizontally. Those who truly rely on their breath to develop an iron body feel like steel when you hit them, but hitting him didn’t feel like that at all. It was soft, without any rebounding force. According to my judgent, those few palms alone should have been enough to shatter his internal organs, but strangely, he was unhard. If that isn’t an Evil Skill, then what is?"
As Luo Jiuying recalled the fight, he just couldn’t understand it.
He clearly had the upper hand and had hit his opponent.
But why was the man unhard?
"Whether it is an Evil Skill or not, we’ll know soon enough. Let remove the needles first."
The answer to everything can only be revealed face-to-face.
Lin Fan approached Luo Jiuying.
He had to draw out the toxins in his body before he could go seek revenge with peace of mind.
"Ah, if my little junior sister were here, she would definitely have a way to break the Evil Skill."
Luo Jiuying couldn’t help but sigh.
At a ti like this, his mischievous little junior sister was nowhere to be found.
"Radish Head, still ntioning your junior sister, have you forgotten how old you are? Your little junior sister must be half buried in yellow soil by now," Li Yizhen rolled her eyes.
Arguing was probably the biggest hobby these two shared in their lifetis.
"Nonsense, my junior sister is about the sa age as Qi Qi, she is the direct disciple of my martial uncle, a renowned successor of the Banshan Taoist. Her swordsmanship is superb, and her talisman skills are even more effective against demons and spirit, always successful."
Luo Jiuying sighed, "It’s just that she has a stubborn personality. A few days ago, she said she would co to Jiangning to find , but then there was no news from her, and I really don’t know where she went."
"Banshan Taoist? The girl... does she have a mole on the corner of her mouth?"
While removing the silver needles, Lin Fan suddenly recalled the mysterious young woman he had t a few days earlier.
Her command of the Dragon Formation was indeed unfathomable.
Could it be that she was Luo Jiuying’s junior sister?
If so, that would be too coincidental.
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