"Master, just tell me what medicinal herbs you need, and I will definitely get them for you if I have them here!"
The Twelve Paths Pure Yang Formation is of paramount importance. Chen Huai'en would not hesitate to risk even half his life, let alone a single medicinal herb.
Upon hearing this, Ye Feng smiled and said, "These medicinal herbs are too rare; I'm afraid your Chen family doesn't have them!"
"I need a goblin that's over a hundred years old!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Huaien was immediately taken aback. Goblins over a hundred years old live in deep mountains and forests, in places rarely visited by humans.
This herb is a favorite of pharmacists, as it has the effects of nourishing the soul and calming the mind, as well as nourishing the body and replenishing essence. A fifty-year-old geese is already the best of the best, extremely rare.
Not to mention the centuries-old goblins, the Chen family is the number one medical family in Nanjiang, and the Divine Doctor Sect is a holy place for famous doctors in Nanjiang to worship.
Even so, the Chen family only managed to obtain two hundred-year-old earth spirits by sheer luck; the other one had already been used up when Chen Shou'an broke through to the next level.
Now only that one plant remains, treasured in the Chen family, and ordinary people can't even see it.
“Master Ye, you’ve come to the right place. My Chen family happens to have this, but I still need to report to my father!”
“This thing is not usually kept in Shennong Hall. Sir, please come with me to the Chen family!” Chen Huaien said respectfully.
Ye Feng was overjoyed. He hadn't come to the wrong place after all. He never expected that the Chen family would possess such a valuable item.
With this, Ye Feng can cure Sun Muqing and break the soul-controlling curse on her body.
"good!"
Then, led by Chen Huaien, the two left the pharmacy and drove to the Chen family home.
About twenty minutes later, a luxurious manor came into view. Chen Huaien excitedly got out of the car and opened the door for Ye Feng.
"Please follow me, sir!"
After entering the Chen family compound, passing through a front courtyard with mountains and water, and then through a bamboo forest, we finally arrived at the main hall of the Chen family compound.
From afar, Ye Feng could see a sprightly old man sitting upright in the main hall, with an old man in black robes sitting opposite him.
"Brother Gu! It's your turn to make a move!" Chen Shou'an smiled slightly.
"The situation in Nanjiang is like the black pieces on this chessboard—unpredictable and ever-changing!" The old man in black robes picked up a black piece and placed it steadily on the chessboard.
In an instant, a large group of black pieces surrounded and killed most of the white pieces.
"In your opinion, is my Chen family a black piece or a white piece?" Chen Shou'an frowned slightly.
"The black or white pieces don't matter; the players are what matter!"
"The situation of the Chen family depends on how Brother Chen handles it. Yesterday, I observed the celestial phenomena and saw a blue dragon rising in the east. Something big is probably going to happen in Nanjiang!"
"The Chen family is like a lone boat on the vast ocean; our fate rests entirely on your decision!"
The old man in black robes sighed softly, and Chen Shou'an's expression became somewhat solemn.
"It seems we have guests!" Chen Shouan stopped making any more moves, but instead stood up slightly, turned around, and met Ye Feng's gaze.
The moment Ye Feng saw Chen Shou'an, he couldn't help but be amazed; Chen Shou'an was almost seventy years old.
But his spirit was excellent, and his body exuded a powerful inner strength. With just one glance, Ye Feng had already sensed his strength, and his eyes seemed to hold a surging tide.
This person is far stronger than Zhao Wuji.
Chen Shouan was even more shocked, for he had already entered the realm of Grandmaster thirty years ago.
At this level, one can see through a person with just a glance. The cultivation level of an ordinary martial artist is no match for his eyes. Yet, he can't see through Ye Feng no matter what.
Ye Feng's internal energy was very stable; he had already mastered the art of breathing techniques to perfection.
Unless one is emotionally agitated, it is impossible for others to discern one's cultivation level.
"This young man truly surprises me; he is so composed and reserved at such a young age!"
"Huai'en, who is this?" Chen Shou'an asked with a smile.
Chen Huaien hurriedly said, "Dad! This is Master Ye. You don't know, Master Ye just cured Old Master Huang's injuries with only three needles!"
"Moreover, he used our Chen family's Eight Paths of Pure Yang Needle Technique!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Shouan was even more shocked. The Pure Yang Acupuncture Technique was a closely guarded secret of his Chen family, passed down through generations and only the head of the family could learn it. How could this young man possibly know the Pure Yang Acupuncture Technique?
"Oh? Young man, you know the Pure Yang Needle Technique?" Chen Shouan asked with a hint of skepticism.
Upon hearing this, Ye Feng smiled faintly: "Old man! How could you have forgotten all the things passed down from our ancestors?"
"Of the twelve pure yang acupuncture techniques, your Chen family only knows eight?"
This question left Chen Shou'an speechless, and he was so shocked that his body trembled.
"What did you say? You used the Twelve Paths Pure Yang Needle Technique?" Chen Shouan asked anxiously.
"Dad! Didn't you say before that my Chen family's Pure Yang Acupuncture Technique only has eight needles?" Before Ye Feng could answer, Chen Huaien asked first.
Seeing this, Chen Shou'an tried his best to calm himself down and sighed, "Huai'en! My Chen family only has eight needles. This Pure Yang Needle Technique originally had twelve methods! But it has long been lost!"
Chen Shou'an had been searching the entire Dragon Kingdom for decades, hoping to find the remaining four lost needles in his lifetime.
But after all these years, Chen Shouan has not found a single clue.
Therefore, the Chen family continued to use the eight needles, and he also passed those eight needles on to his son, Chen Huaien.
He never expected that the Twelve-Path Pure Yang Acupuncture Technique, which had been lost for over a hundred years, would reappear.
Moreover, it appeared in such a young man, so there was no time to think. Chen Shou'an hurriedly said humbly, "Young brother, this Pure Yang Needle Technique was passed down from my Chen family ancestors. Could you please teach it to our Chen family?"
"From now on, whenever you need my help, sir, our Chen family will do our utmost!"
Night Breeze laughed and shook his head: "Hahaha! I can also teach you this acupuncture technique!"
"All you need is for your Chen family to exchange for a hundred-year-old goblin!"
Ye Feng knew Chen Shou'an's character, which is why he was willing to teach him the remaining four needles without reservation.
To be honest, the Chen family got a great deal by exchanging a hundred-year-old goblin for the remaining four needles.
Let alone a hundred-year-old gnome, even if Ye Feng offered all the precious medicinal herbs of the Chen family in exchange, Old Master Chen would never refuse.
Once they gather all twelve needles, the Chen family will be able to dominate Nanjiang with this acupuncture technique, and no other medical family in the entire Dragon Kingdom can surpass them.
"Quick! Huai'en, go get it!" Chen Shou'an urged.
Soon, Chen Huaien came out carrying a box. When he opened the box, a root as thick as an arm came into view.
"It really is a hundred-year-old goblin! It's so big!" This thing grows extremely slowly; it only grows to this size in a hundred years.
"Master Ye!" Chen Huaien handed the box to Ye Feng with both hands.
"Thank you very much, Grandpa Chen! Then I will pass on the last four needles to you. Remember, I will only perform them once!"
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