Chapter 200 The Three-Day Promise!

"I’ve offended you then!"Ling Feng took a deep breath, moved behind Yan Cangtian, and took out a row of Golden Needles from his bosom.

From the pulse he had just taken, Yan Cangtian’s condition was not optimistic.

This guy, relying on his profound strength, had ingested too many kinds of messed-up herbs and Elixirs. Various types of Elixir Poison and medicinal poison had already begun to wreak havoc throughout his limbs and body.

Worst of all, his brain had also begun to be eroded by these toxins.

"The first needle, awakening!"

Ling Feng’s expression turned stern as he aimed the first needle directly at the Bai Hui acupoint on the top of Yan Cangtian’s head. Although the Bai Hui acupoint was a fatal point, under specific circumstances, it was also a very important acupoint for healing.

"Uh!——"

Yan Cangtian grunted, his eyes instantly bloodshot, both looking as if they were congested, turning a shade of deep red.

After a moment, the redness faded, and the look in Yan Cangtian’s eyes lost some of its madness, instead gaining a bit of clarity, now somewhat befitting the demeanor of a grandmaster.

"This youngster..."

Yan Cangtian’s complexion changed slightly. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and he suddenly came to a realization.

Supreme Mysterious Acupuncture Technique!

In this world, only the Supreme Mysterious Acupuncture Technique could be so miraculous! Googlᴇ search ɴovᴇl(ꜰ)ir(e).nᴇt

Counting it up, he and Ling Hanyang, Ling Feng’s grandfather, were of the same generation. Although he never had the chance to meet Ling Hanyang, the name Ling Hanyang was thunderous in his ears.

Especially the Supreme Mysterious Acupuncture Technique, which had been ranked as the number one in the world!

Unfortunately, Ling Hanyang vanished without a trace twenty years ago, and later, news of Ling Hanyang’s death spread, leading everyone to believe that this peerless Acupuncture Technique had been lost.

Today, Yan Cangtian thought it through carefully and realized—Ling Feng, Ling Hanyang, both had the surname Ling!

"Senior, don’t have wandering thoughts!"

Ling Feng said in a low shout, and Yan Cangtian quickly gathered his spirit, deciding it was better to wait until Ling Feng finished performing acupuncture before asking questions.

Ling Feng’s hands moved like lightning, a row of Golden Needles simultaneously inserted behind Ling Hanyang at the "Three Jiao Mysterious Gate," forming a needle Formation. Through the Golden Needles, he directed and suppressed the toxins from the Dan Tian Energy Sea within Yan Cangtian into the Mysterious Gate.

Although this method couldn’t cure the root cause, it could effectively gather the toxins together. With the aid of medicinal herbs, the method used poison to combat poison, eventually resolving it.

It was only a pity that Ling Feng hadn’t inherited the complete Supreme Mysterious Acupuncture Technique; otherwise, there would be no need for medicinal herbs to completely clear Yan Cangtian’s toxins.

About the time it took to drink a cup of tea later, Ling Feng exhaled a breath of turbid air and wiped the sweat from his forehead, then nodded, "Alright, Senior, I’ve helped you drive the poisons toward the Three Jiao Mysterious Gate. As for the Awakening Needle on your head, you should not remove it in the short term; your brain should be quite clear now."

Yan Cangtian slowly opened his eyes, his gaze no longer mad but as profound as the stars, conveying a sense of having witnessed the vicissitudes of the sea and the fields, imperturbable amidst change.

A completely different temperament!

Ling Feng knew, this was the true Yan Cangtian!

Ling Feng bowed to Yan Cangtian, "Senior!"

"Thank you!" Yan Cangtian’s mouth curled into a slight smile, "For so many years, I’ve never been as clear-minded as I am today."

Shaking his head, he said with a bitter smile, "It turns out that while I was single-mindedly delving into the ’Medicine King’s Scripture,’ I actually did so many foolish things."

"Senior’s willingness to test medicines on himself is truly admirable!"

Yan Cangtian raised his hand and, shaking his head with a smile, said, "Kid, that formation technique you just used was the Supreme Mysterious Acupuncture Technique, wasn’t it?"

"Uh..." Ling Feng pursed his lips and could only nod, "Indeed, it is the Supreme Mysterious Acupuncture Technique. I did not intentionally conceal it; it’s just that revealing my identity at this moment is not yet appropriate."

"Rest assured, I won’t leak a single word about it," Yan Cangtian, looking at Ling Feng, expressed with emotion, "Who would have thought, on a whim, I would actually bring back a savior!"

Yan Cangtian paused for a moment and then asked, "Is your grandfather really dead?"

"I don’t know much about my grandfather," Ling Feng shook his head, "I was raised by an old servant by my grandfather’s side. To my knowledge, my grandfather has indeed passed away."

"What a pity! It’s a lifelong regret to never have the chance to witness the elegance of Medical Saint Ling Hanyang in this lifetime!" Yan Cangtian sighed lightly, his eyes filled with the color of disappointment.

With Yan Cangtian’s mastery in the Alchemy Dao, he would truly be one of the rare figures capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with Medical Saint Ling Hanyang; no wonder he felt such regret.

After a moment of silence, Yan Cangtian looked at Ling Feng again and slowly said, "You helped me today, and I won’t let your efforts go unrewarded. This Medicine King’s Scripture has been completely restored by me, with only the final trial remaining. If possible, I hope you can join me in completing this last step."

"My greatest honor!" Ling Feng was overjoyed in his heart. The Medicine King’s Scripture recorded more than a hundred precious ancient formulas, many of which could be used to enhance cultivation, body refining, and other high-level spiritual elixirs.

And with Yan Cangtian’s all-encompassing Spiritual Medicine Garden, it would be like eating elixirs like candy from now on!

"Well then, every seven days I will bring you to this Spiritual Medicine Garden of mine, and you are free to use everything within the garden," Yan Cangtian said with his hands behind his back, lightly smiling.

"Seven days? That’s too long; make it every day!" Ling Feng said with anticipation.

For Ling Feng, both the Medicine King’s Scripture and the various exotic flowers and plants in the Spiritual Medicine Garden were incredibly attractive. He wished he could live there every day; coming only once every seven days was torturous!

"You kid!" Yan Cangtian rolled his eyes, "Your zeal for the Medicine King’s Scripture does resemble my enthusiasm. But coming daily to Tianshu East Courtyard to fetch you would exhaust me to death. Let’s make it every three days."

"Alright, every three days then."

Ling Feng was aware that within the Heavenly Position Academy, the rules were strict. With his current status as a "Yellow Character Disciple," if he were discovered sneaking into the core area of the academy at night, he would likely be mistaken for a thief and hacked to death; therefore, he must have Yan Cangtian’s personal "chauffeuring" to manage.

In fact, Yan Cangtian had a method which could directly bring Ling Feng to his residence, which was to personally take him as his Closed-door Disciple. Indeed, he also harbored some intentions of taking an apprentice and wanted to accept Ling Feng as his Closed-door Disciple.

However, although he appreciated Ling Feng’s help with his healing, he would not lower his apprentice-recruitment standards on account of this.

He still wanted to carefully observe Ling Feng’s talent and character before deciding whether to accept him as a disciple.

Seeing that dawn was breaking, Yan Cangtian then said to Ling Feng, "Kid, it’s getting light, I’ll send you back first."

"Thank you, Senior."

Ling Feng nodded. Today was the day the new Yellow Character Disciples met with their mentors, and he did not want to miss it.

Before long, Ling Feng once again experienced Yan Cangtian’s astonishing speed. Fortunately, with the experience from the first time, he didn’t feel so dizzy.

Almost in the blink of an eye, when Ling Feng felt his feet on solid ground again, he was already back in his room.

From afar came Yan Cangtian’s voice, "I will come to find you again in three days’ time, at night!"

"Three more days!" Ling Feng pursed his lips, looking forward to these three days ending quickly.

And these three days would be a good opportunity to seriously consider how exactly to treat Yan Cangtian’s peculiar illness.