Chapter 22 - 22: Su Nan Astonished
Brother Er Niu glanced sideways at Su Wenlin, feeling speechless.
Isn't he overdoing it a bit?
Does such a trivial matter really need the Patriarch to come over?
"Dad, don't worry, since this technique was taught by the sir, it surely can't do any harm."
"Besides, you're already like this, what more harm could it do? Let Chang Qing give it a bold try."
After Brother Er Niu finished speaking, he looked at Chang Qing with a serious expression and said:
"Chang Qing, I'm counting on you!"
To cooperate with Su Wenlin, Brother Er Niu also delivered a dramatic performance, almost shedding tears.
Chang Qing, not suspecting anything, nodded solemnly, about to get to work.
"No! Wait! Wait!"
Su Wenlin was truly panicked, yelling at Brother Er Niu,
"You little brat, are you trying to kill me? Go fetch your Uncle Su quickly, I'm scared... I'm afraid I can't withstand this technique."
As a Great Saint, second only to a quasi-emperor, Su Wenlin had never been this afraid.
With his entire cultivation sealed, feeling like a disabled person, the sense of losing control was terrifying.
Not to mention, the Young Master doesn't have any assurance!
If a Great Saint were wasted just like this, it would be quite an event.
At this moment, Brother Er Niu was also stunned and noticed something was truly off.
His father's expression of fear didn't seem fake.
"Chang Qing..."
Brother Er Niu quickly opened his mouth, but before he could finish, Chang Qing interrupted:
"Don't worry, Brother Er Niu, Uncle Wen Lin being a bit scared as a patient is normal."
"But long pain is worse than short pain, here I come!"
As his words fell, in the terrified gaze of Su Wenlin and Brother Er Niu, Chang Qing's hands formed seals that appeared and disappeared like afterimages.
Those seals were profound and difficult to understand, seeming to contain the truths of heaven and earth.
And at the moment when the seals fell, the silver needles embedded in Su Wenlin's chest emitted a luminous glow, starting to arrange and intersect rapidly like an array.
Swoosh!
A flash of light, and all those silver needles disappeared, completely embedding into Su Wenlin's body.
At this moment, in Chang Qing's eyes, what was before him was no longer Su Wenlin's body, but a... broken world.
His hands flipped through the seals, and the silver needles embedded in the body started to shuttle swiftly.
The silver needles connected to the deepest part of the body's origin, like threading a needle, quickly repairing the damaged injuries.
Chang Qing tapped rapidly on Su Wenlin's chest with his fingers, his expression serious and earnest, sweat faintly visible on his forehead.
This needle technique greatly consumed his stamina and spirit; it was a very meticulous task, not to be disturbed.
At this moment, Su Wenlin's complexion changed continuously.
Intense pain surged persistently from within his body, with old wounds flaring up to the utmost degree and even intensifying.
Yet, at the same time, a mysterious power was somehow drawing his blood and energy, fully blocking and repairing those stubborn injuries.
You could clearly see that even the injuries that Saint Pills couldn't dispel were being slowly repaired.
"Wow!"
The intense turmoil within his body caused Su Wenlin to involuntarily spit out a mouthful of blood.
However, he was not frightened; instead, a hint of joy appeared in his eyes.
"Dad!"
Su Wenlin was no longer afraid, but the sight of that blood caused Brother Er Niu to panic.
He wanted to stop Chang Qing but feared any unexpected incident might occur.
Recalling Su Wenlin's words earlier, he turned around and ran towards Chang Qing's house.
"Patriarch! Patriarch! Come quickly, something's happened!"
Reaching Chang Qing's house, Brother Er Niu was shouting, covered in sweat.
"Why are you shouting like that?"
Su Nan walked out of the house slowly, seeing the sweat-drenched Brother Er Niu, and said irritably:
"Almost at the fourth level and still no composure; did your father die to make you this anxious?"
Brother Er Niu wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Patriarch, you're right; my dad is really about to die, come and take a look!"
Hearing this, Su Nan was startled, then furious, "Is it a quasi-emperor of the demonic sect, or the Demon Race?"
"How bold!"
In Su Nan's view, to reduce a Great Saint to a state where even fleeing was impossible, it must be a quasi-emperor.
"Not a quasi-emperor, it's the Young Master!"
"The Young Master is treating my dad, and something went wrong, he even spat blood!"
Brother Er Niu said tearfully.
He never imagined that just treating a simple cold could lead to such a situation.
"Chang Qing treating your father, almost treating him to death?"
Hearing this, Su Nan chuckled in anger.
Chang Qing currently didn't even have cultivation, even if Su Wenlin stood there for him to hit, he couldn't break through the defense.
But seeing Brother Er Niu a bit scared, Su Nan shook his head and still lifted his steps toward Su Wenlin's house.
"I want to see how a mundane person kills a Great Saint."
Su Nan shook his head with a chuckle and entered Su Wenlin's room.
Upon entering, he saw Chang Qing with a serious face, focusing intently on administering needles to Su Wenlin.
Su Wenlin, on the other hand, had his eyes closed, allowing Chang Qing to proceed.
Originally, Su Nan silently praised this, thinking Su Wenlin was putting on quite the act.
But upon closer inspection, with a hint of surprise on his face, Su Wenlin genuinely seemed off, his power within was locked by a special method.
And when Chang Qing's hands formed seals, and the silver needles arranged and disarranged, Su Nan's eyes narrowed, his expression changing instantly.
"Open!"
Su Nan internally called softly, the light in his eyes swirling.
When he looked at Su Wenlin again, he could clearly see that sturdy body like a world, with minor damage at its center.
At the damaged spot, the silver needles connected to the body's origin, repairing it slowly, like mending the sky.
"What a sophisticated needle technique!"
Su Nan mumbled, somewhat lost.
He knew about the injuries inside Su Wenlin's body.
Back then, for the southern region's territory, the Su family fought the demon clan for many years. Though they eventually repelled the demons, many in the clan perished.
Su Wenlin's injury was inflicted by a Great Saint of the demon clan, who sacrificed his life to leave it as a final mark.
The injury was severe at the time, nearly costing Su Wenlin his life. Though he managed to suppress the injury, he couldn't eradicate it, leaving it as a fundamental wound.
Over the years, he secretly tried many methods, but without exception, none worked.
Unexpectedly, this foundational injury, which even quasi-emperors couldn't resolve, was being healed by Chang Qing?
"Explain carefully what's going on!"
Su Nan's expression completely turned grave.
Su Wenlin's injury being curable was good news, but when did Chang Qing learn such sophisticated needle techniques?
Upon hearing this, Brother Er Niu told everything without missing a detail, from Su Wenlin catching a cold to Chang Qing seeking the technique from the Scholar Immortal.
Su Nan was stunned upon hearing this, "This technique was taught by Mr. Li?"
He only knew Li Qingchen as the foremost of Confucianism, the leading figure in the literary world, but never heard of Li Qingchen being involved in medicine.
But then his eyes lit up, as if remembering something.
"It's said that the Scholar Immortal, in addition to mastering Confucianism, once entered the tomb of a Great Emperor."
"Could it be that this needle technique was taken from the emperor's tomb?"
"There have been quite a few Great Emperors throughout history, but when it comes to expertise in medicine..."
Su Nan's face showed contemplation, but then a shock of realization flashed in his eyes, looking at the needle technique used by Chang Qing.
"Could it be that most ancient one?"
"Nine Profound Silver Needles transforming heaven and earth, a benevolent heart aiding the common people with exquisite hands."
"The one who uniquely ascended through medicine, the Celestial Doctor Emperor!"