Chapter 10: Dazed-Peerless Divine Doctor(Thirty-Nine Degrees of Snow)

Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

In a blink, three more silver needles pierced into Mr. Liu’s spine. Each shot was as crisp and precise as the last, without the slightest deviation.

This time, the previously noisy hall fell utterly silent.

Old Hu’s expression grew grave, his gaze fixed on Xu Yang, filled with astonishment. The art of flying needles was already notoriously difficult to master. To cast them in succession, each with such flawless accuracy, multiplied the difficulty exponentially. Yet Xu Yang, calm and unruffled, seemed to perform this feat as if it were mere child’s play.

Who was this young man, really? Where had he learned such exquisite acupuncture skills? Doubts welled up in Old Hu’s heart, brimming with curiosity.

But Xu Yang was not done.

His movements continued.

Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

In less than five minutes, Xu Yang launched over a hundred silver needles in rapid succession. The needles, glinting with silvery light, filled nearly every acupuncture point on Liu Yu’s back, making him resemble a silver porcupine.

The crowd watched this wondrous display, mouths agape, faces awash with incredulity. Everyone held their breath, silently fixated on Xu Yang. In that moment, the hall was so quiet one could hear a pin drop.

Standing closest, Old Hu’s deeply furrowed brow was slick with sweat. He raised a trembling hand to wipe it away, his heart so shaken he could hardly find words.

The flying needle technique was exceptionally demanding. In all his years of practice, having met countless masters of traditional medicine, never had he seen anyone cast so many needles in succession, flawlessly, without a single error.

Beside him, Liu Yu’s wife, the beautiful and elegant Guan Xiaohuo, looked on in wonder. Her enchanting eyes, full of intrigue, lingered on Xu Yang. After a moment, she couldn’t help but lick her rosy lips and speak:

“Mr. Xu... how many more needles will you use?”

“Yes, Mr. Xu, is it almost done?” Liu Yu, facing away, also asked. So many gazes upon him, combined with the multitude of needles in his back, made him feel decidedly uncomfortable.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be over soon.” Xu Yang replied with a gentle smile, calmly closing his nearly empty acupuncture case.

“That’s all?” Liu Yu glanced at Xu Yang’s movements, puzzled. Despite being covered in needles, he felt only a faint pricking sensation—no other discomfort at all.

“Patience. The real treatment is just beginning.” Xu Yang’s lips curled in a playful smile. He closed his eyes, quietly channeling his inner cultivation.

As he activated the Imperial Sovereign technique, true energy flowed swiftly through his meridians like water. At his command, it gathered in his palm.

None of the onlookers could see this; they watched Xu Yang standing with his eyes closed, faces showing confusion and uncertainty.

Old Hu frowned deeply, suspicion clouding his expression as he muttered inwardly:

“What’s this young man up to now?”

“Is he meditating?”

“I suspect he’s run out of tricks, searching for an excuse.”

“Indeed, maybe he realized acupuncture won’t cure the illness, and now he’s just pretending to be dead.”

“Ah, just when he dazzled us, turns out he’s all show, no substance.”

The doctors of Tonghetang whispered among themselves, exchanging quiet doubts.

“Go!”

As the crowd’s suspicion grew, their patience waned. Suddenly, Xu Yang let out a low shout, opened his eyes.

Whoosh!

He raised his right hand, and with a swift, heavy slap, struck Liu Yu’s Baihui point.

“Ah!” The sudden motion startled Liu Yu, his face changing. As he was about to rise, he felt Xu Yang’s palm surging with a blazing stream of energy.

It rushed into his head like an endless river, then slowly spread downwards. In an instant, the heat reached his spine.

Then, the mass of silver needles in his back seemed to respond, vibrating violently.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The needles trembled, emitting a faint hum.

This uncanny scene left everyone dumbfounded.

As for Liu Yu himself, he felt as if each needle had been ignited, a torrent of hot energy surging through his body. In the blink of an eye, he was drenched in sweat.

“Darling... Husband, what’s happening to you?” Nearby, the beautiful Guan Xiaohuo’s face paled, anxiously questioning him.

“Don’t worry, he’s fine,” Xu Yang replied in a low voice. Liu Yu, sweating profusely, managed a strained smile for his wife.

Despite his drenched state, Liu Yu felt no discomfort. On the contrary, his heavy body gradually lightened, especially the coldness in his lower abdomen—which was now replaced by a warmth.

He looked down in surprise, finding the source of his wife’s endless complaints stirring quietly. Fortunately, his clothes were thick enough to hide it from the crowd.

“Hahaha! Hahaha!” Realizing his old vigor had returned, Liu Yu laughed excitedly, instinctively puffing out his chest. His gaze toward his wife became confident and assertive.

Seeing Liu Yu’s unusual look, Guan Xiaohuo was first confused, then as she glanced at her husband’s troublesome area, disbelief flickered in her eyes, followed by a burst of delight. A rosy blush crept over her charming cheeks.

“Dear, in front of everyone, how can you be so improper?” She muttered shyly, but her heart was filled with sweet relief. At her age, those long, bitter nights had been too much to bear.

As their eyes met, husband and wife felt as if they were falling in love all over again.

Time passed, minute by minute. After about twenty minutes, Liu Yu’s sweat gradually subsided.

Xu Yang nodded in satisfaction, swiftly removing all the silver needles with a flourish.

“Is it done?” Liu Yu asked, dazed as if waking from a dream.

“Yes, it’s done,” Xu Yang replied.

Hearing this, Liu Yu, his confidence restored, sprang to his feet. In a surge of emotion, he pulled his alluring wife into his arms, and the two shared a passionate kiss right in front of everyone.