Chapter Fourteen: The Divine Needle of Taiyi!

Yuan Hongyu shook his head.
"I can't see any clue either. This must be some unique technique of Master’s. After all, with zombie blood syndrome having progressed to this stage, I know of no method that can cure it!"
Fan Yongfeng nodded slightly. Not getting an answer only deepened his anxiety, making him yearn even more for Yan Yuanqing to bring his daughter back to life.

At that moment, a streak of golden light flashed, instantly drawing the attention of both men. In the next moment, Yuan Hongyu could no longer contain his emotions. Overwhelmed with excitement, he exclaimed, "The Divine Taiyi Needle!"
"This... this is the Divine Taiyi Needle! Master—Master has actually mastered such an extraordinary art! Lord Fan, your daughter is saved! This is the Divine Taiyi Needle!"
Yuan Hongyu was so agitated that he could hardly speak, while Fan Yongfeng remained puzzled, though he could sense that this so-called Divine Taiyi Needle was something extraordinary.
"What exactly is the Divine Taiyi Needle?"
Yuan Hongyu hastily lowered his voice, speaking rapidly.
"The Divine Taiyi Needle is a technique where internal energy is released from the body and compressed within an extremely small space, condensing it into a tangible form to be used as an acupuncture tool!"

"It’s said that when the Divine Taiyi Needle is used for acupuncture, no matter how difficult or rare the illness, a single needle brings immediate cure. What’s more, the needle itself contains the practitioner’s internal energy."
"This makes it incredibly effective at suppressing all kinds of evil forces within the patient’s body, driving out the illness. Therefore, in our traditional medicine, the Divine Taiyi Needle is regarded as nothing less than a sacred artifact!"
"According to historical records in the medical world, in the thousands of years of our nation’s history, fewer than ten physicians have ever mastered the Divine Taiyi Needle!"
"Each of these physicians left a brilliant mark in history! One of them even used the influence of his medical skills to rise to the very pinnacle of power during turbulent times!"
As Yuan Hongyu spoke, his eyes sparkled, and the way he looked at Yan Yuanqing was as if he were gazing upon a deity.
His words left Fan Yongfeng deeply shocked, unable to reconcile the godlike figure Yuan Hongyu described with the useless son-in-law he had always thought Yan Yuanqing to be.
"What kind of world is this? Who is this young man really? If he can wield such a divine artifact as the Taiyi Needle, why did he spend years feigning madness in the Shi family?"
"Why did he only reveal his abilities after three years? With such skills, why subject himself to scorn and contempt?"
Fan Yongfeng could not fathom it, but now his worries had eased.
He believed that this legendary Divine Taiyi Needle would surely free his daughter from the torment of illness.

At the bedside, Yan Yuanqing was finally completing the first step of using the Divine Taiyi Needle—identifying the precise locations of every vital point.
Before inserting each needle, he first infused these points with a dose of internal energy, activating the blood within each acupoint to lay a solid foundation for the restoration of normal circulation.
Then, under the intense gaze of the two men nearby, Yan Yuanqing’s right hand, holding the Divine Taiyi Needle, drew streaks of afterimages through the air, and each time the needle descended, it pierced a vital point.
With each needle, Fan Qing’er’s complexion gradually regained its color, while the black plum-shaped blotches on her skin swiftly faded in the affected areas.
Thick, blackish-purple blood oozed slowly from the pierced points.
Though it resembled blood, it was more accurately a concentrated venom—impurities and toxins left behind by the stagnant blood that had built up in her body over time.
As these noxious substances were expelled, Fan Qing’er’s face and skin tone visibly recovered at a rapid pace right before their eyes.