The Heaven-defying Eight Needles, each one, is an ancient masterpiece created by the ancients who gathered the wisdom of the world and the efforts of countless predecessors. It was born against the heavens, shaking the world and moving gods and ghosts.
From the first needle that reverses the universe, after thousands of years of augntation and refinent, discarding the dross and preserving the essence, the eight extraordinary needle techniques were passed down.
It is not just eight needle techniques, but also eight completely different cultivation techniques. From the exquisite positions of needle placent to the wisdom of the techniques, it’s not sothing ordinary people can comprehend.
The fourth style, "Dragon and Tiger Battle," combines the first three styles in pairs, allowing for arbitrary application. They can compete in length and strength against each other or assist each other.
Just like a dragon and a tiger can be as incompatible as fire and water, fighting to the death to decide who’s stronger or weaker, they can also unite and assist each other. Whether they fight or complent each other depends entirely on the practitioner’s intention.
The most difficult part of this style is the control of two completely different needle techniques. Not only must the double needles work together to unblock the channels and dispel evil, but sotis they must also cancel out each other’s power.
Xu Xiangbei had a stern expression, his hands in a needle-conjuring pose, as inner strength surged to his fingers. He pressed gently against the emaciated body of the old man in the air.
The old man, with his eyes tightly closed, felt as if he were waiting for the arrival of execution, his body and mind in agony.
Suddenly, he felt a warm breath enter the Jingming point at the corner of his eye, with an overwhelming itch spreading from the eye corner to his entire face. He wanted to scratch it with his hands, but his hands were pinned down by his daughter.
At the sa ti, he felt a pain in his back, and a breath entered the Gan Shu point on his back. A heart-wrenching pain pierced deep into his bones, and the old man’s veins bulged, his hands clenched into fists, and he trembled violently.
Ouyang Yude and his wife were instantly nervous, feeling the old man’s strength increasing, desperately resisting their pressing. The two of them had to exert all their strength to prevent being thrown off by the old man.
Ouyang Yude’s family inheriting martial arts had relatively more strength, so he received less impact, but Dongfang Yelan was biting her teeth desperately, feeling she almost could not hold down her father’s hands as his arms struggled to break free.
Yet, Xu Xiangbei was fully focused on the needles, oblivious to Dongfang Yelan’s struggle.
At this mont, Dongfang Bai walked in from outside, and upon seeing this scene, his expression changed dramatically, dropping his phone on the carpet in fright: "Aunt, Uncle, what are you doing to Grandpa? Are you trying to kill him?"
Aunt Dongfang Yelan was exhausted and disheveled, angrily scolding: "You brat, how can you think like that? Do you think your aunt is that kind of person? Hurry up, help hold down Grandpa’s hands. Divine Doctor Xu is treating your Grandpa, and I can barely hold him. He’s too strong."
Only then did Dongfang Bai rush over to help his aunt hold down Grandpa’s hands, looking horrified: "Grandpa looks frail but is so strong, no wonder Aunt can’t hold him, it’s hard for too."
Dongfang Yelan plopped down on the ground, panting heavily, and gave Dongfang Bai a punch: "Brat! With your parents not around, it was your aunt who raised you, and you actually suspect your aunt of harming Grandpa, it breaks my heart."
Dongfang Bai smiled bitterly: "I can’t be blad, who wouldn’t think this when seeing this scene?"
About the ti of a cigarette, Xu Xiangbei finished and retreated, exhaling lightly, with an evil smile on his face: "It’s done, you can let go of the old man now, don’t crush him."
Dongfang Yelan glared at Xu Xiangbei: "If sothing happens to my dad, I’ll fight you to the death."
Ouyang Yude and Dongfang Bai exchanged glances, Dongfang Bai almost crying: "I can’t feel Grandpa moving, is he..."
Dongfang Yelan hurriedly covered Dongfang Bai’s mouth: "You can eat whatever you want, but you can’t speak wildly. Shut up."
Feeling her father’s heartbeat still strong, Dongfang Yelan sighed in relief, her father was still alive.
She quickly pulled the towel from her father’s mouth, which was bitten to shreds, showing how painful it had been for the old man, biting the towel so hard.
"Dad, Dad, wake up."
Dongfang Bai looked terrified: "It’s over, Grandpa went from blind to being treated into a vegetable."
Ouyang Yude scolded: "Xiao Bai, don’t talk nonsense. Grandpa just fell asleep from exhaustion."
Frightened by her father’s deep sleep, Dongfang Yelan cried, afraid that her father had beco a vegetable. She frantically pushed at the old man’s body: "Dad, wake up, what’s wrong with you, say sothing."
The old man slowly opened his eyes, looking emptily at his tearful daughter, expressionless, with an otherworldly, life-weary deanor.
Suddenly, the old man raised his hand and slapped his daughter with a snap, angrily complaining, "You brat, ease up on the shaking. These old bones of mine are about to fall apart. Are you treating or clearly trying to..."
The whole family was stunned. The old man looked at his hand, his expression changing from anger to extre joy, jumping up from the sofa like a mad man, laughing heartily: "I can see you, girl! Xiaode! Xiaobai! I can see you all."
Dongfang Yelan was initially stunned by her father’s slap, suddenly realized that since her father could reach out and slap her, it ant he had regained his sight.
She burst into laughter with tears, hugging her father tightly, caught in a mix of joy and sadness, crying again.
Ouyang Jiahui and the Gu Family Sisters heard the mix of crying and laughing from the living room and hurried out of their rooms, not knowing what had happened.
Ouyang Jiahui looked anxiously at her mother and grandfather, who were crying and laughing, her jaw almost dropping: "It’s over, my family has gone crazy."
Dong Fangmu saw his granddaughter and was taken aback: "Xiao Hui, what kind of hairstyle is this? How co it looks like a big polo? But you’re beautiful, whatever hairstyle you have looks good."
With moist eyes, Ouyang Jiahui ran over and hugged her grandfather’s waist: "Grandpa can see , that’s wonderful, Grandpa can see ."
The Gu Family Sisters glanced at each other, understanding what had transpired, giving Xu Xiangbei a thumbs up, acknowledging that Grandpa Dong Fangmu’s restoration of sight must be credited to Xu Xiangbei.
Seeing the old man regain his sight brought comfort to Xu Xiangbei, but he couldn’t help but say a few words.
"Elder, how long has it been since you last saw your eldest son?"
Hearing Xu Xiangbei’s voice, Dong Fangmu turned towards the sound, surprised by Xu Xiangbei’s sowhat handso face, and only then did he rember that regaining his sight was all thanks to this young divine doctor who almost tortured him to death.
As he watched, the old man was puzzled: "Little divine doctor, you look so familiar, are you from Jiangcheng?"
Xu Xiangbei spoke brightly, with no sha: "I’m not from Jiangcheng, I’m from Yangzhou. So say this is a public lover’s face, so of course it’s familiar, especially to beauties who find even more familiar."
Xu Xiangbei’s words drew disdainful looks from the Gu Family Sisters and Ouyang Jiahui.
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