Boom!
With a wave of his hands, Ye Luo materialized the superior grade Sanqing Pill Furnace before him, radiating a thick aura of power from the spiritual artifact.
"A superior grade spiritual artifact!"
Looking at the Pill Furnace before him, Feng Tian’s expression revealed a trace of shock, with a flicker of unusual light sparkling in his pupils.
Subsequently, Ye Luo began the process of elixir making. This ti he was set to refine a Yellow Rank fourth-grade Vein-Protecting Elixir, which could protect his ridians from damage while he was removing the Golden Needle’s ridian lock. For Ye Luo, elixirs below the fifth grade of the Yellow Rank no longer posed much of a challenge.
Refining!
Fusion!
Forming the Elixir!
In the tripartite process of alchemy, Ye Luo appeared very proficient. Within less than ten minutes, a brown-yellow elixir exuding a rich aura was produced from the furnace. He grabbed it in his hand and handed it to Feng Tian.
"A Yellow Rank fourth-grade elixir!"
Looking at the elixir in his hand, Feng Tian was once again taken aback.
"It seems you’re quite familiar with this elixir," Ye Luo glanced at Feng Tian, speculating about his identity.
Being able to recognize both the superior grade spiritual energy and a Yellow Rank fourth-grade elixir at a glance was enough to prove that the other party was not ordinary, and those who possessed such knowledge were only from the major forces of the Hidden Sects.
Feng Tian’s eyes shimred with light, saying, "I now feel that being your subordinate isn’t a bad deal at all."
"That’s for sure. Anyone who becos my subordinate will receive plenty of elixirs from to help them improve their strength," Ye Luo said with a smile at the corner of his mouth.
Feng Tian didn’t object to Ye Luo’s words. He knew what it ant for a martial artist to have an alchemist; it represented an endless supply of elixirs to consu and enhance one’s strength.
Moreover, Ye Luo, at just over twenty years of age, could refine a Yellow Rank fourth-grade elixir, which was enough to prove his talent for alchemy. If this fact were to spread to the Hidden Sect, it was likely Ye Luo would imdiately be fiercely contested by all the major forces.
"Alright, sit on the bed. I’ll start removing the Golden Needle’s ridian lock for you now, but this process is extrely painful. I hope you can endure it," Ye Luo cautioned Feng Tian.
With a light smile, Feng Tian replied, "I’ve endured so much pain over the years, I don’t mind this one last ti."
"Then let’s begin," Ye Luo nodded, his expression turning solemn.
This was Ye Luo’s first encounter with the technique of locking ridians with golden needles. Although he knew the solution, he had never tried it before, and his mood was sowhat heavy.
Taking a deep breath, Ye Luo began his work, inserting Silver Needles into the acupuncture points around Feng Tian’s body.
Subsequently, his hands perford a series of mysterious pats on Feng Tian’s back. With each pat, Feng Tian’s body trembled, and he would feel a wave of piercing pain radiating throughout his body.
After dozens of minutes of patting, Ye Luo suddenly said, "Swallow the Vein-Protecting Elixir."
Feng Tian imdiately swallowed the elixir, which rged into his body and released a strength that began to envelop his ridians.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Ye Luo swiftly inserted three Silver Needles into three deadly acupoints on Feng Tian’s body. As the needles pierced in, Feng Tian scread sharply, his face showing an incredibly painful expression.
He felt waves of piercing pain in all his ridians, the pain stimulating his nerves, causing Feng Tian to experience intense agony.
Ye Luo channeled Nine Yang True Qi into these Silver Needles, instantly causing them to tremble wildly. At the sa ti, they drew out 81 Golden Needles from Feng Tian’s ridians, all gradually extracted by an external force.
Ah!!
Ah!!!
As the Golden Needles were pulled from Feng Tian’s ridians one by one, his face contorted grotesquely, filled with an expression of pain as he let out a tortured roar. Nonetheless, he gritted his teeth and endured.
Swoosh!
Ye Luo waved his hand at a specific point on Feng Tian’s body, and a Golden Needle broke through the skin and landed in his hand.
In this manner, Ye Luo kept waving his hands, forcing the Golden Needles out of Feng Tian’s body. Protected by the ridian Guarding Elixirs, his ridians were undamaged.
A full twenty minutes passed, sweat poured from Feng Tian’s forehead, and his lips were bitten till they bled, but he still persisted.
Swoosh! Swoosh!
Finally, the last two Golden Needles were forced from Feng Tian’s body. In that instant, a trendous surge of True Qi flowed through his ridians, and a terrifying aura erupted from him, blasting Ye Luo away. The Silver Needles Ye Luo had inserted were all shaken out.
The horrific aura swept through the entire room, destroying everything inside, turning it into a complete ss. It was fortunate he was moving to a new ho; otherwise, seeing his own room in such a state would have been utterly depressing.
Yet when Ye Luo sensed the current realm enveloping Feng Tian’s body, he was greatly startled.
Saint Realm Nine Heavens!
Feng Tian was actually at the Saint Realm Nine Heavens, having shot up to this level all at once, and Ye Luo knew that Feng Tian had not fully regained his strength.
After all, being bound by the Golden Needle for so many years, there was a certain level of depletion to his strength. However, one could imagine that before the Golden Needle sealed his entire body’s ridians, Feng Tian’s strength had reached at least the Hua Yuan Realm or even stronger.
And at a re thirty-sothing years of age, possessing such power—and that from many years ago—made Ye Luo sigh in admiration at Feng Tian’s martial arts genius.
At the sa ti, in a certain place in Huaxia, an elder’s eyes suddenly snapped open, revealing a shocked expression, "How is it possible? Soone has actually broken my Golden Needle Lock."
"Soone co!" Suddenly, the elder called out.
A shadowy figure appeared as if out of thin air and knelt halfway to the ground.
"What are your orders, Elder Gong Feng?" the figure asked.
"Notify the Sect Master to co here; I have sothing important to discuss," the elder said gravely.
"Yes." The figure responded and vanished like lightning. In less than a few minutes, a middle-aged man wearing a white robe slowly walked over.
His thick brows slanted towards his temples, like two swords reaching into the heavens. His presence was imperceptible, as if he didn’t exist at all, yet his very being imposed an invisible pressure, compelling an urge to kneel in submission.
"Sect Master, you’ve summoned . Is there sothing important?" the middle-aged man asked the elder indifferently.
"My Golden Needle Lock has been broken," said the elder directly.
In an instant, the middle-aged man’s eyes narrowed, and a sharp glint shot forth.
"How is that possible? Soone managed to break through Elder Zhong’s thod," the middle-aged man said in disbelief.
"This person is definitely a master of acupuncture and moxibustion; otherwise, it would have been impossible to force out all 81 of my Golden Needles. Now, free from the needles’ confinent, he won’t need much ti to regain his strength. If he returns here..." the elder spoke ominously.
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