"Yun'er!"
"Spiritual Charm!"
Upon witnessing this scene, Yin Jing and Jin Shiyi exclaimed in unison, their figures almost merging into a beam of light as they rushed toward the spot where Jin Lingyun had fallen.
However, before that, a figure flashed out like lightning, like a shooting star, and took the lead, gently embracing Jin Lingyun just before she touched the dust.
Upon seeing this, everyone around was dumbfounded, unable to believe what they were witnessing.
The speed of that figure transcended the boundaries of the mortal world; even the eye could hardly catch its trajectory. Only a fleeting afterimage swept across the top of the corridor before Wu Tian had already embraced the Golden Spirit.
Yin Jing's furious rebuke immediately resounded through the sky, her anger burning fiercely, "You villain, how dare you lay such a cruel hand on Yun'er!"
Although her questioning was vague about the details, she was already certain that Wu Tian was behind it all.
Before he finished speaking, Wu Tian, carrying Jin Lingyun, gracefully descended from the heights, his steps light as if he were walking on clouds, and stood steadily in front of everyone.
Yin Jing was furious and was about to rush forward when Wu Tian's thunderous shout made her stop in her tracks, "If you want your senior sister to suffer even more injuries, then continue forward; otherwise, stop immediately!"
His voice was like thunder from the heavens, shaking every brick and stone of the corridor, and making Yin Jing feel as if an invisible hand was choking her, leaving her unable to move.
Upon witnessing this scene, Liu Caidie's expression changed drastically, and her worry was palpable.
She never expected that Wu Tian could control the situation so effortlessly, and that Jin Lingyun could return to the public eye unharmed.
She sighed softly, her tone tinged with complex emotions, "You just said you wouldn't use brute force, but isn't what you're doing now using brute force?"
Wu Tian smiled calmly, a mysterious smile playing on his lips. "Whether or not to use violence depends on one's heart. I did not impose it on her; I merely allowed her to rest. For her, this moment of tranquility is the greatest blessing."
Upon hearing this, everyone's gaze focused on Jin Lingyun in Wu Tian's arms. Her face was peaceful, as if she were immersed in a sweet dream, without any struggle or pain.
In an instant, a feeling of heartfelt respect and admiration arose in everyone's hearts.
In the blink of an eye, amidst the chaos of flight and fall, Wu Tian, with extraordinary skill, precisely struck Jin Lingyun's sleeping acupoint. His skill was so superb that it was breathtaking, and it is unlikely that anyone in the world could surpass him.
This is not only the ultimate display of power and speed, but also a profound interpretation of wisdom and compassion.
Even Liu Erhe, who called himself a divine doctor, couldn't help but sigh, his eyes flashing with disbelief.
With a flick of his sleeve, Wu Tian instantly overturned his decades-long medical understanding, as if a star had fallen, leaving everyone in awe.
He shook his head with a wry smile, his words full of emotion: "Truly a young hero, I am ashamed to say that I am no match for him."
Upon hearing this, Liu Caidie's expression grew even more solemn. This victory or defeat was not only about the difference in skill, but also about the direction of her lifelong dream.
She has cherished the ambition of practicing traditional Chinese medicine since childhood and vowed to carry forward her family's medical skills. If she is now deprived of her path to practicing medicine, it would be tantamount to her dream being cut short.
She took a deep breath, a resolute glint in her eyes, and stubbornly asked, "So what if it can help the patient fall asleep peacefully? I still don't believe you really know the long-lost Thirteen Ghost Needles?"
Wu Tian chuckled, his voice carrying a hint of confidence and composure: "You need not worry about this matter, for the Thirteen Ghost Needles have already been quietly administered."
"Completed?" The words fell like a boulder thrown into a lake, creating ripples.
Everyone turned their gaze to Jin Lingyun. On her delicate body, several key acupoints were subtly emitting a golden glow, which would have been almost unnoticed if Wu Tian hadn't pointed it out.
"Golden needle acupuncture! Such a miraculous skill!" someone exclaimed, their voice filled with awe.
Everyone then realized that the needles Wu Tian used were extraordinary; they were golden needles, and it was said that only a needle king with divine needle skills could wield them.
For a moment, doubt and amazement were intertwined. Everyone found it hard to believe that this young man, who looked to be no more than thirty years old, had such an astonishing ability.
Just as everyone was discussing and full of doubts, another exclamation pierced the air: "Upon closer inspection, there are thirteen golden needles. Could these be the long-lost Thirteen Ghost Needles?"
These words caused an uproar. The crowd no longer cared about Wu Tian's seniority, but instead focused on the miraculous thirteen golden needles.
After repeated confirmation, without missing a single one, it was indeed the legendary Thirteen Ghost Needles.
"This acupuncture technique has long since disappeared from the martial arts world. How...did you learn it?"
Liu Erhe's voice trembled, filled with shock and bewilderment, as if he had witnessed something impossible.
Wu Tian's lips curled up slightly, his smile revealing depth and composure: "The so-called lost art may just be a definition of our world. In another, higher realm, they have never truly disappeared, including the unique skill of burning mountains to cool the sky, all of which are being silently passed down."
Wu Tian's words, like a morning bell and evening drum, awakened the hearts of everyone present.
They began to realize that what they had long known about the medical world might only be the tip of the iceberg, and that the truly vast ocean of medicine was far from being explored.
A complex light flashed in Liu Caidie's eyes, a mixture of resentment and admiration.
She knew that, under the current circumstances, Wu Tian had most likely already won.
Although she didn't know if Wu Tian was using the Thirteen Ghost Needles, his skill in applying acupuncture points with golden needles alone had already shattered her understanding.
Even Liu Erhe, whom she regarded as a guiding light, had been immersed in medicine for decades, but he had not reached Wu Tian's level.
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