A player on Mount Hua starts by obtaining the Prism color entry.

Chapter 97: If he didn't die, I could save him.

Lu Ming laughed heartily and shook his head: "Disappointed, but I feel outsiders are prejudiced. Your attitude, senior, is actually more fitting; without the burden of a so-called superior image, you can enjoy a more carefree and relaxed life. I've learned my lesson. Let him be arrogant, I'll remain calm and composed!"

Zhang Sanfeng also laughed heartily, went over and patted him on the shoulder, his eyes immediately shining: "What extraordinary talent! Not bad, you're a natural for martial arts. I never expected that such a martial arts prodigy could emerge from Sichuan. Feng Qingyang has a worthy successor."

At Zhang Sanfeng's age, everyone would be considered a junior. At his level, living for two or three hundred years wouldn't be a problem.

Lu Ming said solemnly, "Thank you for your kind words, senior. Let's check on Hero Yu Er first. However, please allow me to be presumptuous. I'll be more considerate later. After saving Hero Yu Er, I wish to learn the Wudang Nine Yang Skill. Regardless of whether you permit it, senior, I will do my best to treat him."

Song Yuanqiao and the others were somewhat annoyed upon hearing this. Coveting the martial arts of another sect was a major taboo!

Zhang Sanfeng was long past the age of being competitive and warlike, and he had a very open-minded view of martial arts disputes. Sitting on a bamboo chair to the side, he patted his belly, looking like an ordinary old man: "That's no problem. I'm just curious, the Huashan Qi Sect's 'Zixia Divine Skill' is not weaker than the 'Wudang Nine Yang Skill,' and may even be superior."

He had already come up with an excuse. Lu Ming explained, "I thought of it while I was using my internal energy to heal my disciples at the Hengshan Sect. The Nine Yang Divine Skill is even more famous than the Purple Cloud Divine Skill. If I could comprehend a bit of it, it would be good for improving myself and healing my injuries. This is just wishful thinking on my part, a sudden whim. Senior, please just consider it my unrealistic idea and a joke. Please forgive me if I have offended you."

Song Yuanqiao looked at his two junior brothers, who both nodded in agreement. Although coveting another sect's martial arts was a major taboo, it depended on the circumstances. If it could cure their junior brother, who had been paralyzed for twenty years, their master, given his nature, would likely not hesitate to do so.

Zhang Sanfeng looked Lu Ming up and down. He could sense that the other party's internal strength was profound, probably no less than forty years old.

Internal strength is the foundation, while techniques are the external manifestation; neither can be lacking.

Practicing martial arts without internal strength training is futile in old age. Practicing internal strength training without martial arts training raises questions about whether one can even live to old age.

Having profound internal strength but lacking in martial arts techniques is no different from being a punching bag.

"Alright, kid, as long as you heal that brat of a second brother, forget about Wudang Nine Yang, you have the talent for Tai Chi Chuan and Tai Chi Sword, I can teach you too. Others are stubborn and cling to their own knowledge, but Wudang doesn't have that rule."

"Come on, kid, let this old Taoist see for himself. The Hua family came to Wudang Mountain back then seeking treatment for their eye ailment, but I was powerless to help them. I never expected that you would cure them. Interesting."

Zhang Sanfeng laughed heartily. As the number one martial artist, he was quite different from others from the very first meeting. In other people's minds, he should be a hermit with a white Taoist robe, white hair and beard, and an air of otherworldly wisdom. How could he possibly be a chubby old man!

Inside the small house, Yu Daiyan's ashen, decaying face showed a hint of excitement. Anyone who had been paralyzed for twenty years would be unable to remain unmoved upon learning they had a chance to stand up again.

Lu Ming stepped forward to take her pulse: "Contain your inner energy, there's no need to resist."

Using his internal energy to investigate, he found that his spine and lower body were completely paralyzed, and even his meridians were twisted into a mess.

Looking at Lu Ming's furrowed brows, Yu Daiyan's mood fluctuated between joy and despair. He had clearly given up hope, yet he was given hope again, only to be cruelly plunged back into despair. The cruelest thing in the world is toying with people's hearts and destroying their spirits!

"What's wrong?"

Zhang Cuishan couldn't hold back and asked first. Although it wasn't his fault, it was closely related to his ex-wife, and he couldn't help but feel guilty.

"It's curable!"

Lu Ming glanced at him and replied indifferently, "A person can be saved as long as they're not dead. I was able to save Master Dingxian of Hengshan even though her heart meridian was pierced, so Yu Erxia is nothing compared to that. However, Master Dingxian doesn't have many years left to live. It's a pity. If my internal strength had improved further, perhaps I could have found a way."

Zhang Sanfeng laughed heartily, patted his belly, and said, "Everyone has their own destiny. Young friend Lu has already done very well to achieve this."

"There's no time to lose. Please have Master Song bring over all the medicinal ingredients and a medicine pot. Master Zhang, we'll need you to continue nourishing Master Yu's meridians with your inner energy later. His internal energy will conflict with mine, so this kind of thing can only be done by fellow disciples."

"Also, it might hurt a bit later, so please bear with it. We need to break some bones and adjust your meridians, so you must stay conscious. If necessary, I'll trouble the heroes to help hold you down."

Lu Ming took out the golden needles, lined them up, and used his internal energy to guide the needles into the air, striking the acupoints with a hidden weapon technique.

Outside, a stove was lit, and Lu Ming personally inspected it before instructing the young Taoist to put the medicine inside to cook. He then returned to the house, carrying a medicine pot in his hand.

"This is my improved version of Tianxiang Duanxu Ointment, which is more effective than the original. It is specifically for fractures and meridian injuries. You can buy it from Hengshan Sect if you want it in the future."

This is like treating and saving lives while still remembering to call GG!

He raised his right hand, his inner strength surging, and struck out with each palm, instantly shattering all the dislocated bones.

"what!"

Yu Daiyan screamed and was immediately stuffed with a white cloth and forced to bite down.

Zhang Cuishan pressed his upper body down, which looked rather strange, but he couldn't care less: "Third Brother, bear with it, it'll be over soon!"

Song Yuanqiao and his son watched in horror; this was far too ruthless.

He glanced at Zhang Sanfeng out of the corner of his eye. His master was calm and composed, which meant there was no problem.

Breaking the bones is the first step. Next, acupuncture is used to reposition the meridians without damaging them.

The human body has numerous meridians, containing flesh, blood, and bones; the dangers within are so great that just looking at them makes one's scalp tingle.

A purple aura rose from Lu Ming's face as he manipulated the needles with his inner energy. He not only employed the hidden weapon techniques of the Heavenly Cloud Five-Flower Cotton style, but also subtly incorporated elements of the Huashan Swordplay. His movements were swift and unpredictable, yet possessed a majestic grandeur, blurring the lines between good and evil!

Zhang Sanfeng, however, raised an eyebrow and immediately recognized the source of the hidden weapon technique—it was the signature move of the female demon, Fairy Yunmeng, from many years ago. He didn't reveal it, though. Martial arts have no inherent good or evil; it is the human heart that has good and evil. Used well, it benefits the people; used poorly, it brings disaster.

Before long, ten medicine jars were brought in, the liquid inside scalding hot. Lu Ming waved his hand, and the scalding liquid was drawn up by his internal energy, flying into the air and falling along the golden needles, gradually seeping into his body.

Yu Daiyan shook his head, muttering incoherently, "I can feel it! I can feel my legs!"

It took a full quarter of an hour to infuse the medicine, and Lu Ming's forehead was covered in sweat. It seemed simple, but each step actually required a great deal of mental effort.

He put away the golden needles, placed his hands on the other person's Shaoyin acupoint, and channeled his internal energy to heal and repair the injury. Wherever his internal energy reached, the shattered meridians gradually stabilized, and with the nourishment of the medicinal liquid, they were recovering at a visible speed.

"Master Zhang, I'm entrusting this to you. You must nurture your energy for 35 minutes every day. Do not overdo it, and do not use your internal energy for the first three days. You can walk around after that. If you feel no discomfort in your meridians after half a month, you can start circulating your internal energy!"

"Please prepare plenty of meat, Master Song! I'm starving!"

Song Yuanqiao then sent someone to make arrangements, a hint of shame on his face. He had actually let the divine doctor go hungry; this was utterly unacceptable!