Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 557 Ye Wanlan’s Momentum, the Truth of Three Years Ago! [1 more update]

Chapter 557: 557 Ye Wanlan’s Momentum, the Truth of Three Years Ago! [1 more update]

The acupuncture technique Su Xueqing was performing was identical to the one described in ancient books!

It was precisely this move that could expel all the toxins that had entered the heart and lungs, even those that had been deposited for many years.

Taiyi Medical Practitioners, bringing the dead back to life, contending with the heavens.

These twelve words were certainly not just exaggerated rumors.

Because the true Taiyi Medical Skills could indeed achieve this level.

As long as one wasn’t dead, as long as there was a breath left, then the Taiyi Divine Doctor could pull the patient back from death’s door, snatching a life from Yama Raja.

Many of the lost Taiyi Acupuncture Techniques weren’t forgotten because they were too difficult to learn, but because they simply couldn’t be recorded one-to-one in text through mere drawings, and one could only comprehend them through personal insight and inspiration.

Without the guidance of predecessors to clear the doubts, it was very difficult to succeed on one’s own.

The Taiyi Medical Skills were infused with five thousand years of Shenzhou’s medical wisdom, with the earliest origins dating back to the Ancient Era when Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs.

The loss of many acupuncture techniques was a continuous headache for the Su Family.

But the Su Family had their pride, being descendants of Taiyi Palace; they disdained understanding modern medical techniques and would never use any modern medical instruments.

Thus, the Su Family could only hope that a rare genius like Shui Yunqing would emerge in the future, leading the Su Family to its peak.

Su Ningxiang was such a person.

Just because she had successfully comprehended four lost acupuncture techniques, the Su Family recognized her as the destined heir, able to restore the glory of Taiyi Palace.

But now, Su Xueqing had also comprehended the long-lost acupuncture techniques?!

To think, even Ningxiang had not managed to comprehend this move, so the Su Family had also never been able to heal Caspar Bricken’s illness.

The Great Elder suddenly rose, his expression greatly shaken.

No wonder... no wonder Su Xueqing dared to return to the Su Family and so confidently claimed she could cure Caspar’s illness.

The Great Elder saw through it, and so naturally could Ningxiang; her complexion changed in an instant, her fingernails digging into her palms, her breathing becoming heavy.

"Ningxiang, focus, breathe," the voice of Su Mufeng rang in her ear, "Mind your image in public."

"Brother Mufeng, she left Yunjing for three years, without any resources to support her, how could she possibly have such capabilities?" Ningxiang almost snapped her molars, asking in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Could it be, that I’m indeed less talented than her?"

She would never admit it!

The gaze of Su Mufeng was deep, and after a long while, he smiled lightly, "How do you know for certain she had no one to support her?"

"Zhu Yu?" Ningxiang uttered the name but then denied it, "Zhu Yu’s family only grows medicinal herbs, he at best understands the nature of medicine, but definitely can’t heal."

Su Mufeng said, "That means, she must have someone else behind her."

But who exactly was this person?

Could it be some ancestor-level figure from the Su Family, covertly helping Su Xueqing?

Thinking of this possibility, Ningxiang became even more restless.

Time ticked away, and the treatment had reached its most critical moment.

Ningxiang’s face inevitably showed a hint of anxiety.

Today, she specifically requested Su Xueqing to perform the treatment in front of an audience, never expecting to make a bridal gown for Su Xueqing instead.

If Su Xueqing managed to successfully complete this treatment, then with the Great Elder’s appreciation for talent, he would surely keep Su Xueqing and reinstate her status as a core disciple.

At the end of this year was the election day for the next Family Head, and Ningxiang would not allow Su Xueqing, the one who had once been defeated by her hand, to become her opponent again!

Ningxiang’s expression turned cold, her wrist flipped, and a Golden Needle appeared at her fingertips.

This Golden Needle had extracted some kind of colorless and tasteless substance, which was not poison but rather a nourishing agent.

However, for a patient like Caspar, who had been paralyzed for three years and could not move, this tonic would actually cause his condition to rapidly worsen.

Ningxiang’s motion went unnoticed by the entire Elders Council.

And Su Mufeng had always supported her and even provided her with cover.

However, how could such a small movement escape Ye Wanlan’s ears?

She suddenly opened her eyes, her pupils cold.

Before her, Ningxiang was still trying to sneak something during Su Xueqing’s treatment.

It was a death wish!

Ningxiang’s gaze hardened slightly, she pinched the Golden Needle, intending to silently send it into Caspar’s body from a distance.

But at this moment!

"Snap!"

The Golden Needle actually cracked inch by inch, turning into powder in an instant.

"Ningxiang?" The Great Elder finally heard something and frowned, "What are you doing? What’s that in your hand?"

Ningxiang was also a bit stunned, she opened her palm only to see a cluster of powder, "I..."

Her Golden Needle, how could it have turned to dust?!

"Watch carefully!" the Great Elder couldn’t help but emphasize his tone, "Xueqing has come to understand this Acupuncture Technique. You must learn it too."

Mu Feng’s expression became increasingly solemn bit by bit.

Without external force, the Golden Needle would definitely not turn into dust.

Who was it?

His gaze swept slowly over everyone present and finally landed on Ye Wanlan.

The girl sat quietly in a very inconspicuous corner, wearing a simple T-shirt and casual trousers on a mid-July day, ill-fitting amidst the ancient elegance of the Su Family.

Even Mu Feng could not deny that Ye Wanlan had a very beautiful face.

Anyone who had seen her face could not possibly forget.

However, often when people noticed the girl, it was not because of her stunning beauty, but because of the aura she exuded.

Her aura was restrained yet majestic, the kind that only those in high positions and with power possessed.

Mu Feng’s expression stopped abruptly.

Ye Wanlan’s information had already been delivered to Su Ningxiang’s hands during the filming of "Treasures of The Divine Land."

Aside from the fact that her body carried the blood of the People of Lin Family, there was nothing extraordinary about her.

So what else was hidden within Ye Wanlan?

"Swish—" At that moment, the girl slowly turned her head, meeting Mu Feng’s gaze.

His heart actually jolted for an instant.

What kind of eyes were those?

Calm, profound, and chillingly cold like an unfathomable icy pool, with beasts lurking at the bottom.

Her eyes were an unusual icy blue color, resembling the vast sea, with no sight of the other shore.

Such a gaze, even elites like Mu Feng could not bear, forcing himself to look away.

"Snap!"

A very clear sound unexpectedly rang out through the air.

Ye Wanlan’s expression remained calm, her gaze extremely indifferent.

She naturally had information on the Su Family given to her by Yan Tingfeng.

Mu Feng, proficient in Medical and Martial Arts Dual Cultivation, was truly the foremost among the Su Family’s current generation.

Mu Feng turned his head and took a deep breath, "Ningxiang, be careful of that Ye Wanlan."

"Her?" Su Ningxiang frowned, "I also feel that there is something peculiar about her, but since we did not resolve the issue with her last time, let’s leave it to the Lin Family, Lin Shiyuan cares far more than I do."

In truth, she did not have any fondness for Lin Shiyuan, even disliked her.

But Lin Shiyuan was known as the Female Zhuge in the capital, most adept at strategies.

Not wanting to be outwitted by Lin Shiyuan, she could only maintain a good relationship with her on the surface.

Of course, Lin Shiyuan would also not fail to see this.

Since they were both heirs to powerful families, they would not turn against each other unless absolute interests were touched.

"That’s fine," Mu Feng slowly nodded, "In any case, keep your distance from her."

Su Ningxiang still looked at the powder in her hands with a fluctuating expression.

Without her obstruction, Su Xueqing successfully completed the healing.

With everyone watching, Caspar’s hands and head moved.

"Father!" Wilson was overjoyed and immediately moved forward, "Father, you have finally recovered!"

Caspar’s eyes moved around, and with some effort, he raised his arm, his entire being somewhat disbelieving.

Three years!

For three years he could not move his body or speak, effectively a living waste.

Yet, he could hear everything and see everything, which made him suffer even more.

This life, worse than death, made him wish for a swift end.

He had not expected to have a day of recovery.

With Wilson’s help, Caspar slowly sat up, his eyes looking at Su Xueqing with a hint of gratitude.

"However, Father, it’s also about her atoning for her crimes," Wilson spoke coldly, "Back then, if it wasn’t for her giving you the wrong medicine, causing you to lose a lot of blood during surgery, you wouldn’t have been bedridden for three years."

"Back then..." Caspar’s consciousness also gradually returned, he frowned and recalled for a moment, then shook his head, speaking in an incredibly hoarse voice, "Back then, it was not Lady Xueqing who gave the wrong medicine; I heard everything."

The entire room went into an uproar!