It all started with one person becoming a shaman, but the Stand user...

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bottom of the cliff.

Zhang Xuanling lay in a pool of blood, barely breathing.

Xu Huan knelt beside him, tears streaming down her face. Zhang Zifan and Lu Linxuan stood on either side, guarding this final moment.

"This time..."

Zhang Xuanling spoke with difficulty, looking up in Lu Linxuan's direction:

"I've confessed... And who is this person?"

Zhang Zifan's tears had already fallen silently.

Lu Linxuan quickly knelt down:

“Uncle, my name is Lu Linxuan, and I am Zhang Zifan’s betrothed.”

"she……"

Zhang Xuanling shook his head vigorously, looked at his son, then at his wife, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

"it is good……"

Clearly, the fact that his son, whom he had just reunited with, had a wife meant that the Zhang family would have an heir, which made him very happy, aggravating his injury and causing him to cough.

Just then, clatter clatter clatter...

The rapid sound of horses' hooves grew louder as they approached!

Zhang Zifan suddenly raised his head, shielding the group, his eyes warily fixed on the source of the sound.

A fine horse galloped out of the woods, its rider dressed in fine clothes, covered in dust, yet his face showed obvious annoyance.

"Damn, I was really late."

He glanced at the scene before him, said sullenly, and began to dismount.

Zhang Zifan and the others kept a vigilant eye on the uninvited guest, not relaxing their guard in the slightest.

The person who came was Qinghe Miao.

His army was about to set off, but he still planned to take advantage of the situation.

He temporarily entrusted the relevant work to Liu Zhiyuan and went south alone.

Relying on the almost cheating divination ability of his stand-in, [The Purple Hermit], he made his way from Hebei to Jiangxi.

I was just hoping to make it in time for Li Siyuan to interrogate Zhang Xuanling about the "Five Thunder Heavenly Heart Formula".

You don't have to do anything; you can just watch from the sidelines without any psychological burden and get a top-level martial arts technique for free.

With the situation so chaotic, it's likely that none of the parties involved have the energy to deal with it.

Anyway, Qinghe Miao knew what the outline was.

As long as you can witness Zhang Xuanling's demonstration in person, with the system around, you'll definitely be able to learn it.

As a result, when he saw that the direction of the Purple Hermit's prophecy pointed to the bottom of the cliff, he had a bad feeling.

Looking at Zhang Xuanling lying in his wife's arms, barely alive, and then at Zhang Zifan's wary eyes, he sighed helplessly.

Sure enough, despite rushing, we were still too late.

The demonstration of the "Five Thunder Heavenly Heart Formula" has clearly ended.

“I said.”

Qinghe Miao pointed at Zhang Xuanling:

"It looks like there's still hope, shouldn't we try to save it?"

This is the second male lead, Qi Xinman.

late.

It doesn't seem completely too late.

He could hear it clearly from afar; Zhang Xuanling must have had a few more lines of his dying words left unsaid.

It's hard to say what will happen if it's any later.

"Who are you?!"

Zhang Zifan's voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying an uncontrollable tremor and a fierce tone.

His once gentle and refined face was now twisted into something almost ferocious.

I just found out that the father I thought was my biological father was actually my adoptive father.

Moreover, he was the enemy who killed his biological father.

The biological father she had just recognized was now lying here, barely alive.

All of this came too fast and too hard, shattering the worldview he had built up over the past twenty years.

Whoever has it on them will be anxious.

At this moment, he was like a wild beast whose worldview had been shattered, its fur bristling, teeth bared, ready to devour anyone at any moment.

Qinghe Miao naturally understood and didn't hold it against him, politely introducing himself as the owner of the house.

"Taihang Army, Qingmiao."

Taihang Army?

Zhang Zifan's pupils contracted slightly; he had vaguely heard this name before.

The force that emerged unexpectedly in the Battle of Luzhou was said to be a newly promoted favorite under Li Cunxu of the Jin Dynasty.

The claim that Li Cunxu and Li Siyuan were always rivals has some credibility.

But right now, he didn't have time to think about these things.

"Can you cure him?"

Zhang Zifan's voice remained tense, his gaze fixed intently on Qing Hemiao's every move.

Those who practice martial arts often know some medical skills, and he was no exception.

Zhang Zifan knew better than anyone how badly Zhang Xuanling was injured.

With internal organs displaced, meridians broken, and life hanging by a thread, if it were easy to cure, he would have done it himself long ago.

"Let's give it a try."

Qinghe Miao shrugged, walked over confidently, pushed Zhang Zifan aside, and squatted down next to Zhang Xuanling:

"I estimate he can save his life. If he can't, don't blame me."

That was said too casually, to the point of being almost irresponsible.

For some reason, Zhang Zifan's anxious heart inexplicably relaxed a little.

Qinghe Miao first reached out and took his pulse. After a moment, his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

As expected, the Taoist priest's injuries were as serious as he had anticipated.

It's basically in a state of utter exhaustion, a last gasp before it dies down.

He first fought Li Siyuan to the death, suffering severe internal injuries, and then fell from a cliff, breaking countless bones in his body.

The fact that he's still clinging to life at this point is a testament to his profound skill; he's barely holding on.

The good news is that the Great Celestial's power is so profound that although the organs are severely damaged, they remain largely intact.

As long as nothing is missing, it's still within his ability to handle.

Chapter 103 Happy New Year, Family Reunion

Qinghe Miao no longer hesitated, quickly took out a small porcelain bottle from his backpack, and poured out a few pills that had been prepared in advance.

Those are "insurance" and "heart medicine".

There is no such thing as internal energy cultivation in the modern medical system, so one of the characteristics of modern medicines is that they are fast-acting, providing simple first aid.

He pried open Zhang Xuanling's mouth, stuffed the pill inside, and then smoothed it down with his hand to help him swallow.

Then, he opened the needle pouch.

A row of silver needles gleamed with a slightly cold light in the sunlight.

The real challenge is yet to come.

He took a deep breath, his body was full of energy, and he picked up a silver needle with his fingers.

One stitch, two stitches, three stitches...

Qinghe Miao, who had already planned ahead, moved with surprising fluidity.

With each needle insertion, a wisp of Qi seeped into Zhang Xuanling's body along the needle tip, protecting a fading life force.

Zhang Zifan squatted to the side, staring intently, even his breathing became soft.

Qinghe Miao's [Bai-style Traditional Chinese Medicine] has reached the "expert" level.

However, in terms of the exquisiteness of the acupuncture technique alone, it is actually not as good as Li Xingyun's "Huayang Acupuncture Technique" which was inherited from Yuan Tiangang.

That's determined by the technique itself, and can't be compensated for by proficiency.

But an "expert" is an "expert".

Even though it wasn't as profound as the Huayang Acupuncture Technique, it stabilized Zhang Xuanling's injuries for a short time, preventing his bodily functions from collapsing further.

He can still do that.

In modern society, one might only be able to offer a few more words in such a situation.

But this is the world of martial arts, which means infinite possibilities.

The time it takes for an incense stick to burn has passed.

Zhang Xuanling's originally deathly pale face began to regain a hint of color, and his previously faint breathing gradually became steady.

Zhang Zifan finally couldn't hold back any longer and knelt down beside his father with a thud, his voice trembling as he said:

"Thank you so much for your help, brother! I hope you will do your best to help! Zhang Zifan is extremely grateful!"

Qinghe Miao was walking towards a crucial point, his forehead already beaded with sweat. Upon hearing this, he became so angry that he didn't even turn around and blurted out:

"Stop talking nonsense. If you're going to waste your time, come and lend a hand."

Didn't you see his hand holding the needle start to tremble slightly?

This is the first time I've used all my strength on my own without any divine assistance. It turns out it's so exhausting!

The Qi in my body is starting to run out.

Zhang Zifan was taken aback for a moment, then quickly realized what was happening.

Without further hesitation, he pressed his palm against Qing Hemiao's shoulder, and his powerful internal energy surged out like water from a bursting gate.

Qinghe Miao felt a surge of pure and yang energy flow into his body, and his spirits lifted.

This feels right.

He glanced at the system notification when he had a moment.

[You are receiving assistance from level 35 Zhang Zifan and will be blessed...]

Good buddy.

Despite her young age, she's already at level thirty-five.

He truly deserves to be the second male lead who stands shoulder to shoulder with Li Xingyun in the original novel.

With Zhang Zifan's internal energy support, Qing Hemiao was able to perform her acupuncture techniques with greater ease.

Another half hour passed, and Zhang Xuanling's breathing finally became completely steady, and his tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

Qinghe Miao put away the needle and exhaled a long breath of turbid air.