Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique
Chapter 443: Yaan Family’s Eldest Son, Yaan Jingfeng! (2nd Update)

Chapter 443: Chapter 443: Yaan Family’s Eldest Son, Yaan Jingfeng! (2nd Update)

"Nephew Yaan, what’s wrong, do you know that kid?"

Luu Zhengxiong gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with rage, wishing to tear apart the culprit who had turned his son into such a state!

"No, I don’t know him." Yaan Jingfeng shook his head with a faint smile, "Uncle Luu, please rest assured, Shaocong was only sealed on a few acupoints with the Supreme Mysterious Sealing Needle. Even without treatment, he will recover in three days."

"Then can you treat him, Nephew?"

Looking at his son lying on the bed, hanging by a thread, Luu Zhengxiong was in no mood to let him suffer for another three days.

"Fortunately, the person didn’t take a heavy hand, I will give it a try."

Yaan Jingfeng took a deep breath, sat by the bedside, took out a Golden Needle, and instructed Luu Shaocong on the bed, "Shaocong, it might hurt a little in a while, bear with it."

"I... I’ll try my best." Luu Shaocong gritted his teeth, knowing that as long as he could recover, he had to endure the pain.

"Okay, I will begin!"

Yaan Jingfeng’s expression turned serious, his hands moved like lightning, six needles striking at Luu Shaocong’s Yintang, Sibai, Yangbai, Chengqi, Xiaguan, and Shenting acupoints. Luu Shaocong only felt a sharp pain drilling into his forehead, as if his head was going to explode.

"Ah!"

Luu Shaocong couldn’t help but cry out in pain. Yaan Jingfeng, having anticipated this, placed his left palm flat on Luu Shaocong’s back, pushing in a wave of domineering Primordial Qi that rampantly coursed through Luu Shaocong’s body, before all rushing to the top of his head.

Whizz! Whizz! Whizz!

In an instant, three Golden Needles shot out from Luu Shaocong’s body, neatly embedding into the door post by the bed. Luu Shaocong spat out a mouthful of clotted blood, then excitedly shouted, "I can see! I can finally see again!"

"Neither joy nor anger should be excessive," Yaan Jingfeng calmly said as he slowly withdrew the six Golden Needles from Luu Shaocong’s head.

"I know, I know," Luu Shaocong nodded repeatedly, "Thank you, Brother Yan! Thank you!"

"Nephew Yaan, we truly owe it all to you this time," Luu Zhengxiong expressed his gratitude profusely.

Yaan Jingfeng shook his head, calmly remarking, "That Ling Feng’s mastery of the Supreme Mysterious Sealing Needle is exceedingly high, even I couldn’t entirely undo it. Thus, Shaocong, while your vision has been restored, your True Qi cultivation will still need three days to fully recover."

"What? Can that kid’s medical skill be even more advanced than yours, Nephew Yaan?"

Luu Zhengxiong exclaimed, knowing full well that Yaan Jingfeng was a Daoist Doctor and even seemed to have long reached the level of the Divine Country Imperial Doctor. Yet, he had never been interested in the hollow title of Imperial Doctor.

The Yan Family’s focus on the impossibly eminent Yaan Jinghong, the Empire Legend, had led most to overlook this eldest son of the Yan Family. In reality, Yaan Jingfeng was also an extraordinary prodigy, having ascended to the Origin Transformation Realm with sixty-six meridians during his Qi Condensation stage!

Moreover, Yaan Jingfeng’s talent in medical skill far surpassed that of Yaan Jinghong.

"There is always a greater person above, and world beyond," Yaan Jingfeng smiled faintly, "Uncle Luu, since Shaocong is fine now, I will take my leave."

"The night is deep, Nephew Yaan, rest early. Tomorrow morning, Luu must host a banquet to express gratitude!"

"Uncle Luu, you’re too polite," Yaan Jingfeng cupped his hands towards Luu Zhengxiong in a salute then exited the room. As he turned, his eyes sparkled with immense excitement.

Heir of the Medical Saint!

That Ling Feng must be the heir of the Medical Saint, which means he must have another volume of the Supreme Mysterious Acupuncture Technique!

"No matter what, I must obtain the first volume of the Supreme Mysterious Acupuncture Technique! I must!"

Yaan Jingfeng had already made up his mind. Since he was idly waiting in the Imperial City for Yaan Jinghong to return, he might as well try to acquire the other volume of the Supreme Mysterious Acupuncture Technique from the heir of the Medical Saint.

While most regarded the Supreme Mysterious Acupuncture Technique as a legendary medical book, Yaan Jingfeng, through years of in-depth research, discovered numerous theories that coincided with Martial Arts cultivation. This was why he managed to open sixty-six meridians and ascend to the Origin Transformation Realm.

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Elsewhere, Ling Feng naturally wasn’t aware that because he used the Supreme Mysterious Sealing Needle on that second-generation wastrel from the Luu Family, fate took its course, unexpectedly revealing his identity as the heir of the Medical Saint.

However, if Yaan Jingfeng wanted to seize the Supreme Mysterious Acupuncture Technique from him, it wouldn’t be an easy task.

After returning to Heavenly Position Academy, Ling Feng was once again engrossed in a busy life of learning and cultivation, and before he knew it, three days had passed.

During this time, Yan Cangtian was occupied with who knows what, never returning after his visit to the Alchemist Guild that day.

Ling Feng guessed that he might be scouring for materials to refine the Demon Transformation Elixir with President Hong Haotian.

After all, although obtaining the rare Demon Mirage Crystal Core for the Demon Transformation Elixir was the primary challenge, the rarity of other ingredients couldn’t be underestimated. Even with the Alchemist Guild’s resources, it would take ten days to gather all the materials.

Needless to say, becoming the Chief Honored Elder of the Alchemist Guild saved him quite a bit of money!

Over these three days, everything proceeded smoothly. It’s worth mentioning that Jiang Xiaofan was progressing rapidly under Goo Tengfeng’s training, and soon enough, he should be able to officially join the regular practice matches as a main member of the Sword Team.

After some time of adjustment, Lin Xian’er returned to the training grounds of the East Courtyard Sword Team, bringing her senior sister Yun Yiyi along to cheer for the team members.

Seeing Lin Xian’er emerged from her slump, Ling Feng naturally felt happy for her. With the vacation approaching, he would take Xian’er back to the Wenxian Sect, perhaps run into Duanmu Qingshan halfway back to the sect. Father-daughter reunion would make him happy for Duanmu Qingshan.

His master had endured too much hardship for too many years.

After Lin Xian’er returned, the training grounds of the East Courtyard Sword Team frequently became a scene of Lin Xian’er and Qin Wanwan ridiculing each other.

Ling Feng couldn’t side with either, and so eventually chose to ignore the two women.

"Sigh, women, why make things difficult for other women!"

Feng Mo gave a flamboyant sigh. Yuu Sixian, who was sitting on the sidelines, chuckled as he pulled out a collector’s edition from his chest pocket, speaking eagerly, "Brother Feng, come, come, let’s appreciate this great treasure together!"

It turns out that during the time Goo Tengfeng took Ling Feng and the others to execute a demon-slaying task, Feng Mo and Yuu Sixian, the two flamboyant mischief-makers, became "bosom friends," often discussing profoundly deep topics together.

"Yuu Sixian, you bastard, watching those disgusting things on the training ground again!"

Sword Team’s big sister Xue Xiaolin saw Feng Mo and Yuu Sixian huddling furtively in a corner. How could she not know what those two were up to? Furious, she charged over, punching them to the ground.

"Wow, purple again!" Yuu Sixian glanced mischievously, laughing heartily.

"Dirty lecher!"

Xue Xiaolin blushed, kicked, and sent Yuu Sixian flying a few hundred meters away...