Very quickly, under the exchange of words between Mai Jiacheng and Mo Rusong, Mai Lang roughly understood the course of events.
Mai Lang may be a brute, but over the years he’s fought hard and earned so insights, certainly more than Mai Jiacheng.
After listening, Mai Lang basically understood that Ye Guichen and Su Tong had no intent to harm Mai Gu, but he simply did not believe that Ye Guichen’s needles saved his father.
"Uncle Mo, it’s really a big trouble for you. If you hadn’t co in ti, my dad would be in big trouble now." In Mai Lang’s view, it was certainly Mo Rusong’s previous needlework that awakened Mai Gu.
While saying this, Mai Lang glanced at Ye Guichen and bowed deeply to Mo Rusong in gratitude.
Mai Jiacheng also quickly said, "Exactly, Grandpa, this ti we owe it to Grandpa Mo."
Mo Rusong, although knowing that his silver needles had no effect, seeing that Mai Lang and Mai Jiacheng were saying this, readily accepted and waved his hand repeatedly: "No need for such politeness, what is our relationship? You guys are too courteous."
His face bore an undisguised smile.
"Ah, but Old Mai, you really need to change that stubborn temper of yours!" After his courteous words, Mo Rusong sighed deeply and placed Mai Gu’s hand under the quilt: "Those people from Sunset Country indeed have strong dical skills. They can even refine the legendary Ascension Pill. Old Mai, at the very least, we should bow our heads and admit our mistake. Continuing like this, you might be risking your old bones!"
"Yes, Grandpa, Grandpa Mo is right. Bowing our heads ans nothing! We’ll still be honorable n eighteen years later!" Mai Jiacheng also quickly echoed.
"You know nothing!" Seeing his grandson utter such worthless words, Mai Gu was so angry that he trembled all over, but was too embarrassed to reproach Mo Rusong. He smiled at Mo Rusong: "Old Mo, I understand your thoughts, but we’ve known each other for a long ti; you know my temper. This isn’t about admitting defeat or maintaining pride. This matter concerns our entire Jiangnan and even Hua Country. What does it matter if I have to risk these old bones?"
"Old Mai, you..." Mo Rusong seed as if he wanted to say more but was interrupted directly by Mai Gu waving his hand: "Old Mo, I’m a bit tired now. Thank you for today. I’d like to rest now, you should head back."
Seeing Mai Gu issuing such a dismissal order, Mo Rusong knew he couldn’t stay any longer, so he nodded, packed up his silver needles, offered a few words of advice, and left.
However, when Mo Rusong left, a flicker of an unnoticed shadow flashed deep in his eyes.
This scene happened to be caught by Ye Guichen.
Recalling Mo Rusong’s previous slanderous words about him and Su Tong, Ye Guichen was certain that Mo Rusong was definitely up to sothing.
But even if he spoke out now, nobody would likely believe him.
"Dad, what exactly are you planning? If worst cos to worst, I’ll drive those people out of our Hua Country myself. Why bother talking to them?" Mai Lang clenched his fists, looking filled with righteous indignation.
Mai Gu gave Mai Lang a stern look, seeming to understand his son’s temperant, and didn’t respond but instead directed his gaze at Ye Guichen, with a hint of puzzlent in his eyes: "Ye, what kind of needlework did you use while I was unconscious?"
Although Mai Gu was unconscious, his awareness was intact.
He distinctly felt a vast energy transmitted through the silver needles into his body, instantly illuminating his consciousness like a lamp.
Earlier, when Mo Rusong was present, Mai Gu didn’t ask, but now with only family left, he couldn’t help but inquire.
"Oh, it was nothing, just the Shennong needlework that Master taught ," Ye Guichen naturally wouldn’t ntion his use of profound energy.
Ye Guichen held a fairly good impression of Mai Gu, but was neutral towards Mai Jiacheng and Mai Lang. He didn’t think it necessary to reveal everything.
Moreover, the fact that he possessed profound energy was his trump card; there was no need to divulge it.
Even so, hearing Ye Guichen ntion the Shennong needlework, Mai Gu was still startled: "What did you say? You’ve completely mastered the Shennong needlework already?"
He spoke while looking inquisitively at Su Tong, clearly startled.
Su Tong was also taken aback.
The Shennong needlework is the hallmark technique of the Shennong Sect.
However, apart from their master, who was exceptionally gifted and mastered it at thirty, neither Li Fengxian nor Mai Gu or Su Tong managed to grasp it in less than decades.
Li Fengxian was better, having learned the needlework by the age of forty, but Su Tong was rather slow-witted, struggling until fifty-six to finally grasp it, still not entirely proficient even now.
Mai Gu, on the other hand, managed it by forty-nine.
Even then, though all three of them were highly skilled in the art of dicine, mastering the Shennong needlework was a rare achievent, but according to Ye Guichen, he’s already grasped it?
Are they kidding, could Ye Guichen be more talented than their master?
Keep in mind, Ye Guichen is only in his twenties.
"I told you before, Ye was born for dical practice, why don’t you believe it!" Su Tong declared proudly, as if Ye Guichen were his own disciple.
Mai Gu took a deep breath, still seemingly unable to believe it, and looked at Ye Guichen again: "Ye, have you really completely mastered our Shennong Sect’s Shennong needlework?"
Ye Guichen found the questioning almost embarrassing.
Since childhood, he’d constantly been called useless by Li Fengxian, never once praised. But from their tone, it sounded like mastering this needlework was quite impressive, making him say: "Master Mai, actually I mastered it when I was thirteen, but Master said I lack dical expertise, so there’s nothing to be proud of, and I have no idea what my true level is..."
"Cough, cough!"
Ye Guichen’s words choked Su Tong and Mai Gu on the spot.
Their faces felt a burning pain.
Mastered the needlework at thirteen.
Are you even human?
However, to ease the awkwardness, Mai Gu waved his hand repeatedly: "Haha, Senior Brother’s words are direct, but Senior Brother’s high standards are understandable, understandable."
Through this life-and-death experience, unintentionally, the relationship between Mai Gu and Su Tong grew closer.
"Mai, I’ve told you before but you didn’t believe , even if Senior Brother doesn’t intervene, Ye’s dical skills are definitely on par with ours!" Thinking of Sunset Country, Su Tong seized the mont to add.
Hearing this, a glimr of hope appeared in Mai Gu’s eyes.
Yet in a flash, Mai Gu’s expression darkened again.
"It’s not that simple." Mai Gu sighed: "Ye’s needlework is extraordinary, but the other side refines the Ascension Pill, sothing even Master reveres as a divine elixir. Without such thods, how can we compete?"
Implying that needlework and alchemy are entirely different matters.
Especially for soone like Ye Guichen, though his needlework is remarkable, despite innate talent, it’s impossible to possess two dical skills simultaneously.
Mai Jiacheng, bearing a grudge against Ye Guichen, also sneered upon hearing: "Hmph, you really think defeating those from Sunset Country is just talk? How presumptuous!"
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