595: Chapter 595: Top-Notch Acting!
(1 more) 595: Chapter 595: Top-Notch Acting!
(1 more) With Ling Feng’s current cultivation, his abilities had greatly surpassed those days when he treated Yue Zhonglian’s wounds at the Cangqiong Sect.
Moreover, this ti he was rely infusing life force into the Great Elder, rather than restoring his entire Vitality Map, which was far less complex.
Nonetheless, even so, when Ling Feng pulled out the last Regeneration Gold Needle, he was still drenched in sweat, wiping the perspiration from his forehead, nearly at the brink of physical exhaustion.
“Phew…”
Ling Feng let out a sigh and slowly said, “It’s done, Great Elder.
After this acupuncture, I’ve extended your lifespan by about a year.”
At this mont, the complexion of the Great Elder indeed appeared a bit rosier; although he still looked aged, there was a hint of healthy spirit in his appearance.
“I…” The Great Elder slightly lifted his fingers, feeling as if a surge of abundant energy filled his body, seemingly taking him back to his state a decade ago.
He shifted his legs, trying to attempt standing up.
“Great Elder!”
Ling Feng quickly stepped forward, crouching in front of him and whispered through Sound Transmission into Seclusion, “Great Elder, please do not reveal that you are back to normal just yet.”
“Hmm?”
The Great Elder’s pupils shrank slightly, surprised by Ling Feng’s words, but being an old fox, he imdiately slumped back into his chair, feigning weakness, and said, “Young Master Ling Feng, your dical skills are truly exceptional!
I feel much better already.”
Ling Feng smiled faintly—this old man’s acting skills were indeed first-rate!
Then he turned to look at Qingling Hermit.
Without speaking, the mockery in his eyes was quite obvious.
“You!” Qingling Hermit clenched his teeth in anger, hissing fiercely, “Just a petty victory!
Humph!”
The mbers of the Sky Strategy Clan around them were all dumbstruck upon seeing the Great Elder’s condition.
Even after taking the Spirit Void Creation Elixir, the Great Elder had never been this spirited!
“It’s…
it’s incredible.”
“Truly worthy of being our master, so impressive!”
Tuoba Cheng clenched his fists in excitent, and if it were a contest for hindsight, this guy was certainly second to none.
“Wow, that’s really impressive!” Tuoba Yu’er also covered her mouth in astonishnt.
“Just a small scene.
If I can’t handle even this little challenge, how can I be a follower of this Divine Beast!”
But Despicable Donkey was unimpressed, having gained a fair understanding of Ling Feng’s dical skills.
Tuoba Yu’er glanced at Ling Feng, then after hearing these words, she turned her gaze back to Despicable Donkey, her eyes twinkling with little stars, “Wow, so that ans you’re even more amazing, right?”
“That goes without saying, of course this Divine Beast is…” Despicable Donkey began to puff up with pride, then suddenly realized sothing and glared at Tuoba Yu’er angrily, “Don’t you dare call this Divine Beast ‘little donkey’!”
“But aren’t you a little donkey?”
“Humph!”
Bulging veins appeared on Despicable Donkey’s forehead as he snorted coldly, crossing his hooves over his chest in a tsundere manner and no longer paid any attention to Tuoba Yu’er.
“By the way, what kind of needle did Young Master Ling use?
It seems different from ordinary Golden Needles!”
“Maybe it’s a type of Golden Needle that can only be used by high-level doctors.
I’ve never seen Qingling Hermit use them before.”
There were also so who had sharp eyes and noticed that the needles Ling Feng used for acupuncture were not ordinary Golden Needle, sparking a discussion.
Qingling Hermit felt his eyebrows furrow upon hearing this; needles only usable by high-level doctors, so what did that make him?
A low-class doctor?
With that thought, he felt like fire was about to burst from his eyes.
“Needle?”
Suddenly, Qingling Hermit’s pupils constricted slightly, as if he had rembered sothing, and he couldn’t help but blurt out, “Could it be…
lad, is the needle in your hand the legendary Regeneration Gold Needle?”
“Legendary?” Ling Feng shrugged his shoulders, “Is the Regeneration Gold Needle very rare?
I don’t have many, just over a dozen.”
…
The corners of Qingling Hermit’s mouth twitched uncontrollably.
The Regeneration Gold Needle that the dical practitioners of the world dream of obtaining yet cannot, and this lad actually had over a dozen!
“Hmph!”
Qingling Hermit, so frustrated he was near spitting blood, flung his sleeves and bitterly gave a clasped-hands salute to the Great Elder, “Since the Great Elder’s body has recovered, this hermit shall take his leave first.”
“Very well, thank you for your troubles, Hermit.”
The Great Elder leaned back in his chair, his voice still weak, sounding very short of breath.
Qingling Hermit’s eyes shimred with a sharp gleam, thinking to himself: It seems that although the lad has extended the Great Elder’s lifespan by a year, given his current state, he certainly can’t compete with Elder Hei Yu anymore.
Hmph!
“As it should be.”
The Qingling Hermit bowed once more and then left, sweeping his sleeves behind him.
As he passed by Ling Feng, he glared at him fiercely, clearly harboring a deep grudge against this youth.
“This Young Master Ling, just now we were blind and failed to recognize a great man; we hope the young master will not take offense!”
“Young Master Ling’s dical skills are so remarkable at such a young age, truly a dragon among n.
No wonder you are the person of heavenly destiny foretold to save our clan!”
…
Ling Feng chuckled inwardly, just a mont ago those people were calling him “arrogant and ignorant,” “pretentious,” and now they were shalessly ingratiating themselves with him.
“I can understand everyone’s feelings,” Ling Feng said with an awkward smile, then added, “The Great Elder still needs to rest well.
If possible, please refrain from disturbing the Great Elder’s ditative seclusion for the ti being.”
“This…”
A few of the more senior clan elders glanced at the Great Elder, clearly still not fully trustful of Ling Feng, an outsider.
“All of you, leave.”
The Great Elder waved his hand listlessly, faintly saying, “Young Master Ling, you and Young Cheng stay.”
The clan mbers looked at each other with hesitation, but with the Great Elder’s order, they dared not disobey, giving a clasped-hands salute to the Great Elder and exiting the room, each in their own way.
“Donkey, donkey, shall I take you out to play?”
Tuoba Yu’er reached out and grabbed Despicable Donkey’s hoof, giggling as she spoke.
“Rascal, I’m a Divine Beast, how could I possibly…”
But before he could finish his sentence, he was dragged away by Tuoba Yu’er.
This guy, though he says no, his body is quite honest!
A mighty Demon Emperor—if he were unwilling, could a re little girl move him?
Speaking of which, ever since this Despicable Donkey beca Little Qiongqi’s “daddy,” his temperant has been getting “gentler.”
In a short while, everyone went their separate ways, and Ling Feng was about to sense if there were any other ears around when he saw the Great Elder chuckle, “Young Master Ling, no need to check, everyone has left.”
With that, he lifted his leg slightly, tried a few tis, and actually stood up from his seat.
Although still weak, compared to the listlessness before, it was as if he was a completely different person.
“Great…
Great Elder…” Tuoba Cheng’s eyes were about to pop out, “How can this be?
Haven’t you…?”
“That’s a question for Young Master Ling,” the Great Elder narrowed his eyes, smiling, “Young Master Ling, can you now tell why you wanted the old man to continue feigning weakness?”
“I think, with the Great Elder’s intelligence, you probably don’t need to spell it out, do you?” Ling Feng said with a smile.
“You suspect Qingling Hermit intends to harm ?” the Great Elder said in a grave voice.
Ling Feng’s gaze sharpened, and he spoke word by word: “It’s not suspicion, it’s certainty!”
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