Immortals of the End Times

Chapter 133, Part 135: Medical Martial Arts Show Their Power, Yan Lan Bows Down (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets, 1122 Chapters)

"To treat Master Yan's fire poison?"

Zhao Wuji looked at Hua Qingshuang, who had made this request, with a bewildered expression.

Why didn't you say you needed this sooner?
Although he was unsure whether his acupuncture could expel the fire poison, Yangzhu could.

He had once suspected that Yan Lan might also have fire poison in her body.

But seeing the other person's radiant appearance, he could only suspect and guess. Given Yan Lan's fiery temper, he didn't dare to ask directly.

Moreover, at that time, he was not sure whether he could absorb the fire poison into his body and refine it to conceal the existence of the Yang Pearl.

Now that he has cultivated the Blood Fiend Spiritual Power of a Martial Immortal, and with the help of concealing and refining the Fire Poison, there shouldn't be any problems.

The only problem might be that it would expose the lineage of the Martial Immortal.

But that's not all.

With his current strength and Hua Qingshuang as his backer, preserving his family's medical and martial arts heritage shouldn't be a problem.

Furthermore, cultivating the path of medicine and martial arts and stepping into the realm of martial arts immortals requires martial arts talent and comprehension, as well as a great deal of effort and resources.

Yan Lan has already reached the tenth level of Qi Refining and has her own cultivation system, so she wouldn't be interested in it.

He immediately bowed and said, "If the peak master had asked me about this half a month ago, I might not have been able to make such a bold promise."

But I've recently made a breakthrough in my medical skills, so I might as well give it a try."

"Oh?" Hua Qingshuang's cold eyes lit up. She knew that Zhao Wuji was steady and reliable in his actions, and he would never say such a thing if he was not confident.

"More than ten days ago, I went back to my ancestral home."

Zhao Wuji immediately returned to his own residence and informed Hua Qingshuang about the medical and martial arts inheritance left by his ancestors.

He then patted his storage bag, took out the "Golden Chamber Acupuncture Record," and with a gentle burst of energy from his palm, handed it to Hua Qingshuang.

"Medicine and martial arts? A branch of martial arts immortals?"

Hua Qingshuang's expression hardened slightly. She took the cultivation manual from her hand, but did not open it. Instead, she nodded.

"When you first applied acupuncture to me, I was amazed by your strength as a martial arts grandmaster."

I was even more surprised that your family's traditional martial art, "Suspended Pot Golden Needle Skill," could actually absorb the cold poison from my body.

I noticed your family's traditional martial arts techniques were somewhat unusual back then, but I never imagined they were a branch of the Martial Immortal lineage.

Her expression softened with approval, a rare gentleness in her face, as she rejoiced that Zhao Wuji had such a fortunate family connection.

This kid dared to reveal all his family secrets; this trust is more precious than any rare treasure.
However, although she was curious about "The Golden Needle Technique of Suspended Pot", she did not ask to read it.

Now, I naturally have little interest in this "Golden Chamber Pulse Record".

In this degenerate age, it is already difficult enough to have the resources to cultivate one path to a high level, let alone cultivate another path simultaneously.

"Shh-"

With a gentle flick of her wide sleeves, Hua Qingshuang's "Golden Chamber Acupuncture Record" landed steadily back in Zhao Wuji's hands.

"Wuji, this is the divine skill passed down in your family. If you are interested in learning it, I will not say anything to you."

But now is the end of the Dharma era, resources are scarce, and you have finally reached the fourth level of Qi Refining cultivation in the Immortal Path.

This martial arts immortal lineage is said to consume even more resources; it's easier to succeed in the early stages but becomes increasingly difficult later. You mustn't put the cart before the horse.

Zhao Wuji accepted the cultivation manual, bowed, and said, "I understand. Peak Master, please rest assured that my immortal cultivation will not lag behind."

"it is good!"

Hua Qingshuang said calmly, "Your family's heritage is quite precious. Don't publicize it to outsiders. Your Uncle Yan won't be interested in your medical and martial arts skills."

If you are confident, you can boldly try acupuncture on her.

"it is good!"

Zhao Wuji felt relieved and said, "Since the battle in the cave is about to begin, there's no time to lose. I can go to Crimson Flame Peak now to give Uncle Yan acupuncture!"

Hua Qingshuang waved her wide sleeves and stood up, saying, "I will take you there."

After a stick of incense.

Inside the Flame Spirit Hall on Crimson Flame Peak.

When Yan Lan saw that Hua Qingshuang had actually brought Zhao Wuji over, she couldn't hide her astonishment and frowned, saying, "Junior Sister Hua, have you been tricked by this kid? How could a junior at the fourth level of Qi Refining possibly cure the fire poison in my body?"

Hua Qingshuang remained calm, lightly flicking her sleeves as she said, "Senior Sister Yan, you may not know this, but Wuji's ancestors left behind a medical and martial arts heritage, which is a branch of the Martial Dao Immortal lineage."

Although his cultivation in the immortal path is still shallow, he has already achieved some success in medicine and martial arts. He demonstrated extraordinary skills when he removed the cold poison from me.

"A branch of the Martial Immortal lineage?"

Yan Lan raised a slight brow, showing some emotion. Her gaze swept sharply over Zhao Wuji. "This path is almost extinct in Tiannan. I didn't expect that this kid's ancestor was a martial artist of this path?"

She hesitated for a moment, the pain of the fire poison burning her meridians flaring up again, and finally stared at Zhao Wuji and snorted coldly, "Since that's the case, I will give you a chance."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji smiled and bowed, saying, "Uncle Yan, it's not that you're giving me an opportunity, but rather that I'm willing to treat you."

Although my cultivation is low, since I am treating you, you are the patient, and I am the doctor.

"presumptuous!"

Yan Lan's eyes blazed with crimson flames, and she suddenly stood up, her intense aura erupting like a volcano.

"Senior Sister Yan!"

Hua Qingshuang suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Wuji, her eyes slightly cold. "Wuji's willingness to reveal his family's heritage to treat you already shows his sincerity. At this point, are you still going to put on airs?"

"Ah"

A glint of fire flashed in Yan Lan's eyes as she narrowed her gaze at Zhao Wuji. Suddenly, a dangerous smile curved her lips. "Alright, little doctor Wuji, don't blame me for not warning you."

If your skills are not up to par, when the fire poison backfires, you will at best have all your meridians severed, and at worst be burned to ashes! Then don't blame me.

After all, you didn't learn any martial arts techniques from me."

Zhao Wuji understood what Yan Lan meant.

Before he performed acupuncture on Hua Qingshuang, he ostensibly learned the same cultivation method, which enabled him to perform acupuncture on Hua Qingshuang even after he gained spiritual power.

Now, administering acupuncture to Yan Lan seems to carry a much greater risk.

“Wuji.” Hua Qingshuang’s cold and beautiful eyes swept over Zhao Wuji.

"Peak Master, I will do my best!" Zhao Wuji bowed and said, "If I cannot cure the fire poison for Senior Uncle Yan, then I have even less confidence in expelling the cold poison when you break through."

"Alright!" Hua Qingshuang nodded. "I will stay by your side."

Zhao Wuji felt a warmth in his heart and looked at Yan Lan.

"Come with me, young physician. I'm quite hot-tempered."

Yan Lan gave a soft snort, her fiery red robe trailing on the ground, her voluptuous figure swaying in the firelight.

After a cup of tea.

Inside the Flame Spirit Palace, crimson veils hung down.

The bedchamber was filled with a scorching, fiery atmosphere.

Yan Lan leaned back on the jade couch, lightly tapping the armrest with her fingers, and glanced at Zhao Wuji with a half-smile: "Little Doctor Zhao, the fire poison in my body is accumulating at the intersection of the Ren and Du meridians. If you want to apply acupuncture... I'm afraid I'll have to take off my outer robe first, won't I?"

Before she finished speaking, her slender fingers had already hooked the collar of the fiery red robe. She deliberately slowed her movements, pulling the robe halfway down to her shoulders, revealing her jade-like skin and the ties of her bright red undergarment.

His peripheral vision, however, was sharp as a knife as he watched Zhao Wuji's reaction intently.

"Senior Sister Yan." Hua Qingshuang stood with her arms crossed beside the screen, her expression indifferent. "Wuji is always focused when performing acupuncture. Why do you need to test him?"

"Is it?"

Yan Lan chuckled softly, her fingertips tracing the faint bruises from the fire poison on her collarbone: "Junior Sister Hua seems to know our little doctor quite well. It seems... you've already undressed in front of him?"

As she probed with her words, she deliberately emphasized the word "fade" in an ambiguous way, while secretly gathering spiritual power in her palm within her sleeve.

If Zhao Wuji's gaze wavered or lingered even slightly, she would punish him severely.

Zhao Wuji acted as if he hadn't heard anything. If he had known that Yan Lan was difficult to deal with, why would he have deliberately provoked this fiery tigress?

If he could really be swayed by such a commotion, then Consort Li Shiyu wouldn't have been unable to win his heart for so long.

At this moment, he took out a bag of golden needles from his storage pouch, lowered his eyes and stood respectfully: "Uncle Yan, please lie down. The fire poison is intense, and the acupuncture must be guided by the blood evil spiritual power. I hope you will not use your internal energy to resist it."

His tone was as calm as a doctor examining a patient, not even his eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he were looking at a mere shell that needed to be detoxified.

This means that he has officially entered the state of a doctor.

A healer has a saintly heart and treats all patients equally, regardless of gender or strength.

This is also a profound spiritual realm within the family's traditional medical practices, and it is not a joke.

Now, Yan Lan is his patient.

"Well done, kid, you didn't choose the wrong name."

Yan Lan narrowed her eyes. Seeing that Zhao Wuji actually dared not even look at her, she felt a little displeased.

This woman's complex mindset was fully displayed in her.

Yan Lan snorted coldly, completely removing half of her robe. She leaned her jade-like back against a soft pillow, revealing the curves of her waist. She said coldly, "If you stab me even half an inch too far and trigger the fire poison, I will chop off your hands."

"Senior Sister!" Hua Qingshuang frowned.

"The patient should not speak; the doctor is about to administer acupuncture."

Zhao Wuji suddenly gave a stern, low shout, his expression focused. The golden needle glowed with a bloody light at his fingertips and swiftly pierced Yan Lan's Dazhui acupoint three inches deep.

He intended to retaliate against his strict senior uncle for his repeated provocations, and he used more force in his attack.

The moment the needle touched the fire poison, Yan Lan cried out, her eyes flashing with astonishment.

Just then, she felt the violent fire poison in her body being stirred up, as if it was being drawn out bit by bit with the twisting of the golden needle.

"Ok?"

She turned around in surprise, only to have half of her cheek pressed down by Zhao Wuji's hand.

"Don't move! Turn your head back!"

"presumptuous!"

Yan Lan was about to get angry.

Suddenly, Zhao Wuji's technique was as swift as a phoenix nodding, and in an instant, he stabbed Yan Lan's Du meridian thirteen major acupoints.

With each needle insertion, a layer of blood-red halo appeared at the needle tip, spreading like ripples, gradually drawing away the rampant fire poison in the meridians.

The needle's tail, like a phoenix's tail, still hummed and vibrated, and Yan Lan couldn't help but hum out a comfortable "hum" from the crazy vibration.

At first, he was tense and ready to attack at any moment.

But as the acupuncture needles were inserted, she felt the burning pain in her body recede like a tide, replaced by an unprecedented feeling of coolness.

She let out a soft "hmm," her slender neck tilted back slightly, her hair disheveled, and the sharp look that had been tightly furrowed between her brows gradually relaxed.

“Uncle Yan, your fire poison has been accumulating for many years and has become entangled with spiritual energy. It needs to be cleared by my ancestral ‘Nine Revolutions to Restore Yang’ acupuncture technique.”

Zhao Wuji said in a deep voice.

Suddenly, with a flick of his wrist, three golden needles simultaneously pierced her Ren meridian acupoints. The needle tips trembled slightly, faintly emitting a dragon's roar.

Yan Lan felt as if the fire poison in her body was being drawn out by an invisible hand, slowly flowing out along the golden needles.

Even more strangely, the detached fire poison did not dissipate; instead, it flowed like rivers into the sea, quietly entering Zhao Wuji's palm and seemingly being absorbed into his body.

In reality, it had already been secretly devoured by the Yang Pearl!

Zhao Wuji remained calm, secretly circulating the power of the Yang Pearl.

The moment the fire poison entered the body, the Yang Pearl slightly rotated within the dantian, like a whale sucking in water, swallowing up all the violent fire poison and refining it into pure yang energy.

Within the Yang Pearl, the Yang energy rapidly and wildly surged, exceeding three thousand in the blink of an eye, and was still increasing.

His hands moved swiftly, his fingertips flitting like butterflies among flowers, sometimes gently twisting the needle's tail with the "twisting" technique.

Sometimes, the "flick" technique is used to stimulate acupoints and unblock meridians.

Red lines gradually appeared on Yan Lan's fair and rosy skin, a sign that the fire poison was being forced to the surface of her body.

But as Zhao Wuji inserted the needle, those patterns vanished without a trace, like the receding tide.

"Uh..." Yan Lan suddenly groaned, her body trembling uncontrollably.

She felt an unprecedented sense of comfort surge from her limbs and bones, sweeping away the heat that had accumulated over the years, and even the flow of spiritual energy became unimpeded.

"This kid actually has such abilities?"

She instinctively gripped the edge of the jade bed, her knuckles turning white, not from pain, but from the unfamiliar pleasure that almost made her lose her composure, her toes curling together.

Not far away, Hua Qingshuang witnessed this scene, and a blush appeared on her usually icy face.

The image of myself being subjected to acupuncture flashed through my mind. I wondered if I had been just as vulnerable in front of Wuji?
"It's alright." Hua Qingshuang gazed at Zhao Wuji's completely focused expression, unmoved by his beauty, and felt very gratified.

"Master Yan, the final needle, Baihui to the top of the head!"

Suddenly, Zhao Wuji let out a low shout, and a thin golden needle, as fine as a cow's hair, flew into the air from his waist, its tip precisely piercing Yan Lan's Baihui acupoint on the top of his head.

Yan Lan shuddered, her eyes widening suddenly as crimson flames surged in her pupils and then abruptly died down.

Her red lips parted slightly, but she couldn't utter a single rebuke, only letting out a long sigh: "Haa..."

Hua Qingshuang's eyes flickered slightly as she stood by the screen.

She clearly saw that Yan Lan's tense waist had completely gone limp, and her whole body was slumped on the couch like melting spring ice, even her curled toes exuded laziness, and her whole body was covered in fragrant sweat.

As Zhao Wuji put away his needles, she keenly noticed the slight hint of fire that flashed across his sleeve.

He actually managed to "digest" the fire poison silently and without a trace using his family's traditional martial arts techniques!

The Martial Immortal lineage is truly formidable!
"Uncle Yan, the fire poison in your body has been cleared by more than half. If you want it to be completely cleared, you will need to have acupuncture at least twice more."

Zhao Wuji took a half step back, put the golden needles back in their box, his forehead covered in sweat.

Before he finished speaking, Yan Lan had already sat up abruptly, completely unaware that most of her fiery red robe had slipped down.

She stared intently at Zhao Wuji, her eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and delight, which finally turned into a complex sneer: "...Kid, you do have some skill."

Suddenly, she realized what was happening and immediately grabbed the robe that was almost hanging down. Then, she looked into Zhao Wuji's eyes and her gaze suddenly turned fierce.

"Don't worry, Uncle Yan."

Before he could make a move, Zhao Wuji immediately lowered his head respectfully and said, "A doctor's heart is like a parent's; I have no intention of offending you."

Yan Lan was secretly annoyed: This kid actually spoke the words "parents' heart" with such righteous indignation!
Does this mean she has to call him "father" on the spot?

"Senior sister, how are you feeling now?"

At this moment, Hua Qingshuang approached and asked softly.
(End of this chapter)