In the hospital room, Tang Ming maintained the motion of applying needles, standing rigidly with closed eyes, a layer of sweat forming on his forehead, and many acupuncture points on his body showing depressed vibrations.
"Master, what’s this guy up to?"
Sun Zhuangjia asked the old madman suspiciously.
"Shhh, don’t disturb him."
The old madman waved his hand, smiling at Tang Ming.
"Oh."
Sun Zhuangjia nodded blankly, still full of confusion but refrained from asking more.
After more than an hour passed, Tang Ming, who had his eyes closed, finally started moving, his hands swiftly plunging silver needles into the old madman’s legs.
"There’s hope now!"
Seeing Tang Ming’s movents, the old madman’s eyes lit up, tears beginning to well in the corners.
As Tang Ming inserted the last needle, his entire body collapsed onto the floor like a deflated balloon, suddenly awakening.
"Senior, what’s happening? Why do I feel like I’ve gone through sothing unbelievable?"
Tang Ming gasped, looking fearfully at the old madman.
"Hahaha. You can’t call senior now, you should call master."
The old madman laughed heartily with pride.
"What?"
Tang Ming widened his eyes, looking blankly at the old madman.
"I have already passed on the Huaxia Secret Technique to you, making you my last disciple."
The old madman said solemnly: "The Huaxia Secret Technique is a supre Cultivation Technique, with no written records, relying entirely on spiritual power for transmission."
"Were those scenes just now really Martial Arts ntal thods?"
Tang Ming’s face changed drastically; just halfway through observing, he realized sothing was wrong and began to resist, which was his needle application process. Unexpectedly, he truly learned the old madman’s technique.
"Yes. I condensed the Huaxia Secret Technique with spiritual energy on my legs. To help treat my legs, you had to accept the Huaxia Secret Technique."
The old madman nodded, looking at the silver needles on his legs: "Now that you have applied the Tianxuan Nine Needles on my legs, it shows you have accepted the entire Huaxia Secret Technique."
"This... this is too deceptive!"
Tang Ming’s mouth twitched; he didn’t expect the old madman to use such a thod to pass on the Martial Arts to him.
"Brat, do you know the significance of the Huaxia Secret Technique? Worldwide, countless people yearn to obtain this Martial Arts Secret Manual."
The old madman glanced at Tang Ming grumpily: "My legs were injured by soone who wanted the Huaxia Secret Technique, but even he couldn’t succeed; yet you are complaining?"
"The issue is, I never thought of becoming your disciple! How can I face my master?"
Tang Ming looked bitterly at the old madman.
"A master is just a title; it’s not like you can only have one master for life. I don’t mind teaching you along with others."
The old madman waved his hand, thoughtfully looking at Tang Ming: "The Huaxia Secret Technique is vast and profound; I have only understood 60% of it, which allowed to cultivate to this level. With your comprehension and foundation, as long as you are willing to work hard, you will surely achieve greatness."
"I..."
Tang Ming hesitated, having to admit the transmission he just received is an absolute skill, perhaps even stronger than the Poison Skill taught by Tang Cha.
"Master, why didn’t you pass such a good thing to ?"
Sun Zhuangjia looked anxiously at the old madman, very dissatisfied.
"Your talent and mindset are too poor; accepting you as a disciple was already an exception, it is impossible to pass the sect’s supre skill to you."
The old madman glanced at Sun Zhuangjia, "If I forcibly pass these on to you, there’s no benefit, just the transmission process could drive you crazy."
"Then why do you have such faith in ?"
Tang Ming looked annoyed at the old madman; during the transmission, his consciousness was almost shattered by those energy avatars.
"Because you’re different."
The old madman smiled lightly, patting his leg: "Whether you like it or not, you’ve inherited my legacy, consider it as paynt for helping heal my legs."
"You’ve entrusted such a mysterious skill to ; what else can I say?"
Tang Ming smiled bitterly, respectfully kneeling before the old madman to perform the disciple’s salute.
"Hahaha, good, truly wonderful."
The old madman laughed wildly: "I, Yun Potian, finally have a successor."
"Yun Potian? Is that your real na?"
Tang Ming asked uncertainly toward the old madman.
"That’s not important; once you successfully cultivate the Huaxia Secret Technique, I will tell you everything you want to know, including the origins of Tianxuan Nine Needles and your master Tang Cha’s identity."
"You know Tang Cha’s real identity?"
Tang Ming widened his eyes, looking incredulously at the old madman.
"Originally I didn’t know, but after witnessing your Tianxuan Nine Needles, I understood."
The old madman smiled, strangely stroking his beard: "That old fellow went missing earlier than , for almost twenty years. Everyone said he died, but it seems he secluded himself just like ."
"Second master, what do you actually know? Tell now?"
Tang Ming pleaded pitifully with the old madman.
"What do you an by second master?"
The old madman frowned, displeased.
"My master is Tang Cha; since you’ve beco my master, you’re naturally my second master."
Tang Ming laughed and shrugged.
"You... forget it, second master it is?"
The old madman grudgingly pursed his lips: "How are my legs?"
"Oh, oh, oh, let check."
Tang Ming quickly got up to examine, nodding satisfied: "Not bad, not bad. Even with closed eyes, I managed to reconnect the broken ridians and damaged tissues. That’s remarkable."
"So, master’s legs are really healed?"
Sun Zhuangjia asked nervously.
"Not so quickly! I have to apply needles continuously for three days, then assist with dicine. After half a year, master’s legs can recover."
Tang Ming frowned slightly, looking regretfully at the old madman: "These legs have been wasted for ten years; whether they can fully recover depends on master’s fortune."
"I understand, being able to stand again is already fortunate."
The old madman tiredly rubbed his eyes: "I’m weary, need to rest; you both leave."
"Alright!"
Tang Ming quickly gathered the silver needles then helped cover the old madman with a blanket before heading out.
Sun Zhuangjia paid his respects and hurriedly followed out, smugly looking at Tang Ming as soon as they left the room.
"Are you crazy? Smiling for what?"
Tang Ming looked at Sun Zhuangjia with disgust.
"Tang Ming, oh Tang Ming, I’ve finally got you under my feet now."
Sun Zhuangjia laughed wildly with arrogance.
"What do you an?"
Tang Ming beca puzzled.
"Hehe, I am master’s senior disciple and you are master’s junior disciple. In terms of both age and rank, I am ahead of you."
Sun Zhuangjia adjusted his clothes: "From now on, I’m your senior brother and you’re just a junior?"
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