"Senior, please bring out the Nine-sectioned Creation Lotus Root," Ling Feng said calmly as he looked at Wen Tingguang.
"Here you go!" Wen Tingguang retrieved the Nine-sectioned Creation Lotus Root and handed it to Ling Feng.
Ling Feng nodded. The Nine-sectioned Creation Lotus Root, an exceedingly rare item, consisted of nine segments, each roughly the size of a thumb. Infused with the power of creation, it possessed the remarkable ability to restore vitality to the body.
Yue Zhonglian's vitality had diminished, causing his body to age prematurely. Therefore, using medicinal substances to increase his lifespan was futile in restoring his youth. The Nine-sectioned Creation Lotus Root, however, was the perfect remedy for his condition.
Ling Feng gently plucked a segment of the lotus root and brought it to Yue Zhonglian's lips. He said softly, "Master, please hold the Creation Lotus Root in your mouth. When I administer the acupuncture shortly, I will harness the power of creation within the lotus root to restore vitality to your entire body."
Yue Zhonglian nodded slightly and placed a segment in his mouth.
"Very well, then. I kindly request that the sect leader's wife and Miss Yue both step back ten paces. I wish for no disturbances during the acupuncture." Ling Feng's expression was solemn.
When it came to treating and saving lives, there could be no room for negligence.
Repairing the Vitality Diagram was an exceptionally challenging task.
Ling Feng had studied the Profound Art of Acupuncture and Moxibustion for over a decade, yet this was his first time using the Regenerative Golden Needle to mend the Vitality Diagram.
Hong Lian and Yue Yunlan nodded in agreement, stepping aside to avoid any disturbance.
Meanwhile, Wen Tingguang squinted his eyes, closely observing Ling Feng's every move.
The Profound Art of Acupuncture and Moxibustion by the Medical Saint Ling Hanyang stood unrivaled, garnering fame not only within the Tianbai Empire but also resonating throughout the entire Dongling Region.
There was even a legendary tale, that deep within the Shiwan Mountains of Nanjiang, a powerful demon king fell victim to a mysterious illness. He dispatched over a dozen demon lords to "invite" Ling Hanyang to the Shiwan Mountains.
In the end, Ling Hanyang emerged unharmed, safely returning to the human kingdom.
From this, one could discern the remarkable mastery of Ling Hanyang's medical skills.
Witnessing the descendant of the Medical Saint administering acupuncture was itself an unparalleled honor.
"Very well, I shall commence." Ling Feng's expression turned solemn as he furrowed his brows. "Sect Leader, please close your eyes."
Grasping the sole Regenerative Golden Needle between his fingers, Ling Feng's hands moved with lightning speed, producing a dozen more gold needles in an instant. Utilizing his true qi to guide them, he swiftly inserted the needles into the acupoints on Yue Zhonglian's back, forming a complex array across his body.
Positioned at the array's core, the Regenerative Golden Needle absorbed the faint regenerative power, while the surrounding needles, like stars orbiting a moon, absorbed a portion of it. They followed the circulation of Yue Zhonglian's six internal energies, permeating through his limbs and bones.
Ling Feng sighed softly, lamenting that if he had nine Regenerative Golden Needles, their effectiveness would be ten times better than now.
"Hiss!"
Wen Tingguang watched in awe, his heart roiling with astonishment.
To him, for a physician, administering eight needles simultaneously was already pushing the limit, yet Ling Feng had just used ten needles at once!
The speed, the precision...
In comparison to him, those self-proclaimed youngest imperial physicians wouldn't even qualify to claim proficiency in acupuncture!
"Truly deserving of being the medical saint's heir, it's been an eye-opener!" Wen Tingguang's aged face flushed crimson.
In his youth, he harbored a dream of becoming a Daoist physician. Unfortunately, limited skills forced him to face reality and focus on cultivation, achieving some success in the end.
However, witnessing Ling Feng's acupuncture skills today truly ignited a fervent feeling within him.
Yue Yunlan and her mother were more focused on Yue Zhonglian's condition. As for Ling Feng's acupuncture technique, its speed was so fast that neither of them could discern his movements.
"Sect Leader, please refrain from resisting with your internal energy. Doing so may disperse the power of creation, greatly reducing its effectiveness."
Ling Feng cautioned solemnly.
"Mhmm!" Yue Zhonglian clenched his teeth tightly, his body trembling slightly.
If it was pain, Yue Zhonglian wouldn't even make a sound.
However, the sensation of the vitality of creation circulating throughout his entire body was intensely itchy, provoking a tingling and numbing feeling that was truly hard to endure.
Just as he was about to begin channeling his energy, Ling Feng caught on to his plan. Left with no choice, Yue Zhonglian had to grit his teeth and endure the strange itchiness, feeling tears welling up in his eyes.
This was a sign of his body regaining vitality. His withered and aged body was rejuvenating, naturally causing such an itching sensation.
"Creation, revive!"
"Life, reborn!"
With intense concentration, Ling Feng acted swiftly, his movements akin to lightning. In his mind, Yue Zhonglian's vitality diagram emerged.
The once shattered vitality diagram, ninety percent in ruins, retained only a few withered veins, looking utterly withered.
"Restore! Restore!..."
He held his breath and focused his mind, repairing the vitality diagram was defying the natural order, challenging fate itself. In this process, there could be no mistakes, not a single misstep could be afforded, nor even the slightest error tolerated!
A single mistake could spell the downfall of Yue Zhonglian's fragile tree of vitality, rendering all efforts futile in an instant.
As time passed, large beads of sweat began to cascade down Ling Feng's forehead.
He dared not relax for even a moment, his forehead and back drenched in sweat.
At the same time, his true qi and mental fortitude were rapidly diminishing, with traces of fatigue and weakness creeping into his mind. Yet, he did not let up in the slightest.
It was crucial to infuse the power of creation into the main trunk of the tree of vitality.
The process proved to be even more challenging and agonizing than Ling Feng had imagined.
Besides enduring the unbearable itchiness, Yue Zhonglian gradually sensed a subtle change occurring within his body. With a slight furrow of his brow, it seemed as if the vitality typical of a young person was returning to his aged and enfeebled form.
Clasping her lower lip tightly, Yue Yunlan observed the young man diligently tending to her father's illness. For some reason, she suddenly felt an urge to learn more about him.
It was a thought she had never experienced before—wanting to get to know a young man of her own age.
Drip!
Drip!
Large beads of sweat rolled off Ling Feng's body, their impact upon the ground echoing in the unusually quiet room, audible to everyone present.
His clothes were drenched with sweat, and his hands trembled slightly as he clutched the golden needle.
Yet, despite his physical strain, his mind remained remarkably clear. Pausing momentarily to steady his trembling hand, he resumed his needlework with precision.
Never had he anticipated that treating an illness would lead him to this state of near-exhaustion.
"Restore it! Restore!"
Ling Feng could feel that Yue Zhonglian's vitality diagram, along with all the main veins, had been restored to the vitality typical of an ordinary person. This marked the successful outcome of his first attempt at acupuncture!
"It’s done, successful! Finally successful!"
Ling Feng exclaimed with laughter, oblivious to the fact that his body was rapidly losing warmth.
With his mind blank and his vision fading to black, he collapsed heavily backward.
Drained!
At that moment, Ling Feng found himself utterly depleted, devoid of even a trace of strength.
Closing his eyes, he slumped into unconsciousness!
As he descended, he faintly sensed that he wasn't crashing onto the cold, hard ground, but rather into a warm, tender embrace.
A seductive fragrance tickled his nostrils.
Before he could even indulge in a greedy sniff, consciousness slipped away.
He had reached his limit!
"Senior, please bring out the Nine-sectioned Creation Lotus Root," Ling Feng said calmly as he looked at Wen Tingguang.
"Here you go!" Wen Tingguang retrieved the Nine-sectioned Creation Lotus Root and handed it to Ling Feng.
Ling Feng nodded. The Nine-sectioned Creation Lotus Root, an exceedingly rare item, consisted of nine segments, each roughly the size of a thumb. Infused with the power of creation, it possessed the remarkable ability to restore vitality to the body.
Yue Zhonglian's vitality had diminished, causing his body to age prematurely. Therefore, using medicinal substances to increase his lifespan was futile in restoring his youth. The Nine-sectioned Creation Lotus Root, however, was the perfect remedy for his condition.
Ling Feng gently plucked a segment of the lotus root and brought it to Yue Zhonglian's lips. He said softly, "Master, please hold the Creation Lotus Root in your mouth. When I administer the acupuncture shortly, I will harness the power of creation within the lotus root to restore vitality to your entire body."
Yue Zhonglian nodded slightly and placed a segment in his mouth.
"Very well, then. I kindly request that the sect leader's wife and Miss Yue both step back ten paces. I wish for no disturbances during the acupuncture." Ling Feng's expression was solemn.
When it came to treating and saving lives, there could be no room for negligence.
Repairing the Vitality Diagram was an exceptionally challenging task.
Ling Feng had studied the Profound Art of Acupuncture and Moxibustion for over a decade, yet this was his first time using the Regenerative Golden Needle to mend the Vitality Diagram.
Hong Lian and Yue Yunlan nodded in agreement, stepping aside to avoid any disturbance.
Meanwhile, Wen Tingguang squinted his eyes, closely observing Ling Feng's every move.
The Profound Art of Acupuncture and Moxibustion by the Medical Saint Ling Hanyang stood unrivaled, garnering fame not only within the Tianbai Empire but also resonating throughout the entire Dongling Region.
There was even a legendary tale, that deep within the Shiwan Mountains of Nanjiang, a powerful demon king fell victim to a mysterious illness. He dispatched over a dozen demon lords to "invite" Ling Hanyang to the Shiwan Mountains.
In the end, Ling Hanyang emerged unharmed, safely returning to the human kingdom.
From this, one could discern the remarkable mastery of Ling Hanyang's medical skills.
Witnessing the descendant of the Medical Saint administering acupuncture was itself an unparalleled honor.
"Very well, I shall commence." Ling Feng's expression turned solemn as he furrowed his brows. "Sect Leader, please close your eyes."
Grasping the sole Regenerative Golden Needle between his fingers, Ling Feng's hands moved with lightning speed, producing a dozen more gold needles in an instant. Utilizing his true qi to guide them, he swiftly inserted the needles into the acupoints on Yue Zhonglian's back, forming a complex array across his body.
Positioned at the array's core, the Regenerative Golden Needle absorbed the faint regenerative power, while the surrounding needles, like stars orbiting a moon, absorbed a portion of it. They followed the circulation of Yue Zhonglian's six internal energies, permeating through his limbs and bones.
Ling Feng sighed softly, lamenting that if he had nine Regenerative Golden Needles, their effectiveness would be ten times better than now.
"Hiss!"
Wen Tingguang watched in awe, his heart roiling with astonishment.
To him, for a physician, administering eight needles simultaneously was already pushing the limit, yet Ling Feng had just used ten needles at once!
The speed, the precision...
In comparison to him, those self-proclaimed youngest imperial physicians wouldn't even qualify to claim proficiency in acupuncture!
"Truly deserving of being the medical saint's heir, it's been an eye-opener!" Wen Tingguang's aged face flushed crimson.
In his youth, he harbored a dream of becoming a Daoist physician. Unfortunately, limited skills forced him to face reality and focus on cultivation, achieving some success in the end.
However, witnessing Ling Feng's acupuncture skills today truly ignited a fervent feeling within him.
Yue Yunlan and her mother were more focused on Yue Zhonglian's condition. As for Ling Feng's acupuncture technique, its speed was so fast that neither of them could discern his movements.
"Sect Leader, please refrain from resisting with your internal energy. Doing so may disperse the power of creation, greatly reducing its effectiveness."
Ling Feng cautioned solemnly.
"Mhmm!" Yue Zhonglian clenched his teeth tightly, his body trembling slightly.
If it was pain, Yue Zhonglian wouldn't even make a sound.
However, the sensation of the vitality of creation circulating throughout his entire body was intensely itchy, provoking a tingling and numbing feeling that was truly hard to endure.
Just as he was about to begin channeling his energy, Ling Feng caught on to his plan. Left with no choice, Yue Zhonglian had to grit his teeth and endure the strange itchiness, feeling tears welling up in his eyes.
This was a sign of his body regaining vitality. His withered and aged body was rejuvenating, naturally causing such an itching sensation.
"Creation, revive!"
"Life, reborn!"
With intense concentration, Ling Feng acted swiftly, his movements akin to lightning. In his mind, Yue Zhonglian's vitality diagram emerged.
The once shattered vitality diagram, ninety percent in ruins, retained only a few withered veins, looking utterly withered.
"Restore! Restore!..."
He held his breath and focused his mind, repairing the vitality diagram was defying the natural order, challenging fate itself. In this process, there could be no mistakes, not a single misstep could be afforded, nor even the slightest error tolerated!
A single mistake could spell the downfall of Yue Zhonglian's fragile tree of vitality, rendering all efforts futile in an instant.
As time passed, large beads of sweat began to cascade down Ling Feng's forehead.
He dared not relax for even a moment, his forehead and back drenched in sweat.
At the same time, his true qi and mental fortitude were rapidly diminishing, with traces of fatigue and weakness creeping into his mind. Yet, he did not let up in the slightest.
It was crucial to infuse the power of creation into the main trunk of the tree of vitality.
The process proved to be even more challenging and agonizing than Ling Feng had imagined.
Besides enduring the unbearable itchiness, Yue Zhonglian gradually sensed a subtle change occurring within his body. With a slight furrow of his brow, it seemed as if the vitality typical of a young person was returning to his aged and enfeebled form.
Clasping her lower lip tightly, Yue Yunlan observed the young man diligently tending to her father's illness. For some reason, she suddenly felt an urge to learn more about him.
It was a thought she had never experienced before—wanting to get to know a young man of her own age.
Drip!
Drip!
Large beads of sweat rolled off Ling Feng's body, their impact upon the ground echoing in the unusually quiet room, audible to everyone present.
His clothes were drenched with sweat, and his hands trembled slightly as he clutched the golden needle.
Yet, despite his physical strain, his mind remained remarkably clear. Pausing momentarily to steady his trembling hand, he resumed his needlework with precision.
Never had he anticipated that treating an illness would lead him to this state of near-exhaustion.
"Restore it! Restore!"
Ling Feng could feel that Yue Zhonglian's vitality diagram, along with all the main veins, had been restored to the vitality typical of an ordinary person. This marked the successful outcome of his first attempt at acupuncture!
"It’s done, successful! Finally successful!"
Ling Feng exclaimed with laughter, oblivious to the fact that his body was rapidly losing warmth.
With his mind blank and his vision fading to black, he collapsed heavily backward.
Drained!
At that moment, Ling Feng found himself utterly depleted, devoid of even a trace of strength.
Closing his eyes, he slumped into unconsciousness!
As he descended, he faintly sensed that he wasn't crashing onto the cold, hard ground, but rather into a warm, tender embrace.
A seductive fragrance tickled his nostrils.
Before he could even indulge in a greedy sniff, consciousness slipped away.
He had reached his limit!
