Suddenly, Ye Feng pulled out twelve silver needles from his hand, and then his hands moved rapidly, the silver needles carrying powerful internal force.
"The Pure Yang Twelve Needle Technique, the first eight needles are simple and can be mastered by most people with long-term practice, but the last four needles require strong internal energy to control!"
"As the acupuncture techniques change, it is necessary to continuously inject internal energy, allowing the internal energy and the silver needles to flow into the body together!"
Chen Huaien was dazzled by the sight, but witnessing Ye Feng's precise needlework once again filled him with even greater excitement.
On the other side, Chen Shouan stared intently at Ye Feng's wrist, afraid of missing even the slightest trick.
With a loud "boom," twelve silver needles, imbued with domineering energy, pierced into the nearby pillar.
"This acupuncture technique can be used on all acupoints along the Ren and Du meridians! Add one needle to each acupoint in turn. After learning it, you can perform twelve needles simultaneously!"
"But to control all twelve needles precisely at the same time, without missing a single one and ensuring they land on the acupoints, depends on the degree of control over one's internal energy!"
After Ye Feng finished his routine, Chen Shou'an was already speechless with astonishment.
He asked himself, even with his master-level strength, he wasn't confident he could control those twelve silver needles so exquisitely.
The two looked at Ye Feng as if he were a monster, and it took them a long time to recover.
"Huai'en! Aren't you going to thank the master for his teachings!"
"Sir, may I ask if you have any disciples? I would like my son to become your apprentice!" Chen Shouan asked respectfully.
Upon hearing this, Ye Feng was stunned. Chen Huaien was already forty years old. If word got out that he was going to ask Ye Feng to become his disciple, what would others think?
"Let's forget about it! I believe Mr. Chen will be able to raise your son well!"
"Consider this acupuncture technique my way of thanking you!" Ye Feng repeatedly refused.
Chen Shouan was somewhat disappointed. Based on Ye Feng's demonstrated strength, he was more than qualified to be his teacher.
He was too embarrassed to say it directly, which is why he thought of having Ye Feng take Chen Huai'en as his disciple.
But Ye Feng refused, so he couldn't say anything more, since Chen Huaien would be the head of the Chen family in the future.
Countless people in Yuncheng would do anything to curry favor with the Chen family, but now the future head of the Chen family wants to become Ye Feng's disciple, and Ye Feng has refused. If others knew about this, I wonder what they would think.
"Heroes emerge from among the young! Young man, you may not look very old, but you are quite capable!"
"From now on, it's your world!" The old man in black robes looked at Ye Feng with great appreciation.
Ye Feng suddenly realized that he had been so focused on Chen Shou'an that he hadn't even noticed the old man.
The old man gave him an unfathomable feeling, which surprised Ye Feng.
As expected, the Chen family's ability to establish itself in Nanjiang is due to the presence of many powerful figures behind them. Not only Chen Shou'an, but Ye Feng also estimated that this black-robed elder was at least a grandmaster.
However, such people never show off their abilities and will never reveal their strength unless forced to.
"Huai'en! Why aren't you making tea for the master yet!" Chen Shou'an hurriedly ordered Chen Huai'en to make tea for Ye Feng.
Ye Feng politely declined, saying, "I have important matters to attend to. I will visit you another day when I have more time."
Night Wind collected the hundred-year-old goblin; now he had to hurry back to treat Sun Muqing's illness.
Seeing that even a little time could not be wasted, Chen Shouan did not insist any further.
"If you, Master, were still alive, please visit the Chen family often, and I will certainly treat you well!"
"Huai'en! How much of the master's teachings did you grasp?" Chen Shou'an asked, his hands behind his back.
Chen Huaien was a little embarrassed. Ye Feng's hands were too fast just now, and he hadn't seen many of the moves, techniques, and needle control details clearly.
He scratched his head: "Forgive my ignorance, but I only grasped three or four parts of the master's technique just now!"
"well!"
"Never mind, I'll teach you properly later! Remember what the master said, only those with strong internal energy can learn these twelve needles!"
"Your most important task right now is to improve your internal energy cultivation!" Chen Shou'an said helplessly, as his son's talent was indeed not very good.
The Chen family has been around for decades, but not a single outstanding member has emerged. If someone like Ye Feng were to appear, Chen Shou'an would be overjoyed.
However, with these twelve pure yang acupuncture techniques, how could the Chen family not prosper?
Soon, Chen Shouan escorted Ye Feng to the Chen family's gate. Ye Feng did not linger and left the Chen family directly, heading straight for Longcheng.
Now, he is very worried about Sun Muqing's health. Although he used silver needles to seal several of Sun Muqing's acupoints, causing her to fall into a coma.
However, if the silver needles are not removed from Sun Muqing's body for a long time, Sun Muqing may never wake up again.
As soon as Ye Feng entered, he saw that the Ye family's main hall was crowded with people, and Sun Zhonghai and Chen Xinyi were staring at the hospital bed not far away with worried expressions.
Sun Muqing lay motionless on the hospital bed, her face pale, like an ice queen.
Beside the hospital bed, a middle-aged man in a white coat was gently circulating his qi, preparing to force out the silver needles from Sun Muqing's heart meridian.
"Stop!" A loud shout silenced the man.
"Who are you?" Ye Feng frowned and looked at the man in front of him intently.
Upon hearing the sound, Sun Zhonghai turned around and saw Ye Feng returning. Sun Zhonghai immediately shouted angrily, "Ye Feng, how dare you come back?"
"It's been a whole day and night, and my daughter still hasn't woken up!"
“Master Chen Tong is the one I invited to treat my daughter, what are you yelling at?” Sun Zhonghai glared at Ye Feng with hostility.
"Master? What quack doctor? How dare he call himself a master?" Ye Feng said coldly.
Fortunately, I returned quickly. If I had arrived a few minutes later, this quack doctor would have forced the silver needles out of Sun Muqing's body, and Sun Muqing would have certainly died.
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