Without the slightest hesitation, Xiao Feng immediately circulated his own spiritual power, continuously transferring it to the city lord.
Spiritual energy flowed between the two, and fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on Xiao Feng's forehead. He gritted his teeth and said, "This can temporarily prolong the city lord's life. But we still need the assistance of golden needles to stimulate the city lord to wake up."
After saying that, Xiao Feng turned to the man who had led the way and said in a deep voice, "Go down and prepare the golden needles immediately."
The man accepted the order, hurriedly turned and left the room, his quick steps creating a breeze.
Just as the two were watching the city lord with bated breath, the man hurriedly returned with the golden needles.
Xiao Feng's eyes lit up, and he immediately commanded, "Quickly, help the city lord up."
Upon hearing this, the man carefully helped the unconscious Lord Chuyue sit up and let him lean against the headboard.
The city lord was pale, breathing weakly, and his eyes were closed, as if he might die at any moment.
Xiao Feng took a deep breath and solemnly accepted the golden needle.
He formed a hand seal, and a pale blue spiritual energy surged from his palms, slowly enveloping the glittering golden needle tips.
Under the control of spiritual power, the golden needles seemed to come alive, trembling slightly in the air and emitting a faint halo.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
The golden needles shot out like arrows, precisely piercing the city lord's various acupoints.
Each needle insertion was accompanied by a soft "hissing" sound, as if awakening the dormant meridians.
Sima Yan, who was standing to the side, was dumbfounded and couldn't help but ask, "Brother Xiao, what kind of miraculous technique is this? Why is the acupuncture performed in this way?"
Xiao Feng's hands continued moving, while he spoke eloquently: "The city lord has lost his will to live, his life force is constantly leaking out, and at the same time, his meridians are blocked by immortal power. What I am using now is the 'Nine Revolutions Rejuvenating Needle,' which first needs to open up acupoints such as Baihui, Taiyang, and Fengchi, and unblock the Ren and Du meridians..."
As he explained, he skillfully manipulated the gold needles, each needle inserted with unparalleled precision.
Sima Yan nodded repeatedly, his eyes filled with admiration.
After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, fine beads of sweat had appeared on Xiao Feng's forehead.
He took a deep breath, and with a wave of his hands, all the golden needles returned to his palms like birds flying back to their nests.
"Alright." Xiao Feng let out a long breath and said to the man, "Let the city lord lie down and rest. He should wake up in about an hour."
The man was overjoyed upon hearing this. He quickly and carefully laid the city lord down, then bowed deeply to Xiao Feng: "Thank you so much, Immortal Master, for saving my life! If it weren't for your intervention, my city lord would probably be..."
Xiao Feng waved his hand and said, "There's no need for that. Arrange for us to rest for a while, and come find us after the city lord wakes up. I still have some things to tell the city lord."
"Yes, yes, yes." The man nodded repeatedly, "I'll arrange it right away."
Xiao Feng and Sima Yan followed the man to an elegant guest room.
The room is simply furnished yet stylish, with a subtle fragrance filling the air, making one feel relaxed.
As soon as Sima Yan entered the room, he eagerly collapsed onto the bed, letting out a comfortable sigh: "Ah, finally I can get some rest. Brother Xiao, your acupuncture skills are truly miraculous!"
Xiao Feng smiled slightly and sat down in the armchair in the room: "It's just some rudimentary medical skills."
Sima Yan sat up abruptly, scratching his head: "Brother Xiao, do you think the city lord will agree to help us when he wakes up?"
"It's hard to say," Xiao Feng said thoughtfully. "Lan Ying's identity is extraordinary. If the city lord agrees easily, it may cause unnecessary trouble. We need to consider this carefully."
The two chatted for a while longer, and then fell asleep without realizing it.
As dawn broke, a series of urgent knocks on the door startled Xiao Feng and Sima Yan from their deep sleep.
"Knock knock knock!"
Sima Yan rubbed his sleepy eyes and mumbled, "Who is it, so early in the morning..."
Xiao Feng had already gotten up and opened the door. There stood the man from yesterday, looking excited: "Distinguished guests, the City Lord has woken up! He is waiting for you in the reception room!"
The man's eyes gleamed with excitement as he spoke, his tone filled with joy and gratitude.
Xiao Feng nodded: "Thank you for the notification, we'll be right there."
Sima Yan jumped out of bed with a thud: "Great! Brother Xiao, let's hurry and see the city lord!"
After tidying themselves up, the two followed the man to the reception room.
Pushing open the hall door, one sees a middle-aged man with an elegant demeanor and handsome features sitting in the main seat.
It was none other than the virtuous and refined Lord of Chuyue City.
Upon seeing Xiao Feng and Sima Yan enter, the city lord immediately stood up, a sincere smile spreading across his face: "My two young friends, thank you so much for saving my life. If it weren't for your timely assistance, I'm afraid I would already be..."
As he spoke, he bowed deeply to the two of them.
Xiao Feng quickly stepped forward to help the city lord up: "Your Excellency, you flatter me. It was just a small favor, nothing to mention."
Sima Yan, however, went straight to the point, saying, "Lord City Lord, we have ulterior motives for rescuing you, and we hope you can do us a favor."
The Lord of Chuyue City was slightly taken aback: "Oh? May I ask what requests you two may have?"
Without hesitation, Sima Yan blurted out, "We would like to ask you to help us introduce us to Miss Lan Ying."
Upon hearing this, the city lord's expression changed drastically.
His brows furrowed, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes.
His originally gentle face instantly turned serious, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he was trying his best to restrain some kind of emotion.
"Lan Ying?" The city lord's voice was deep: "How...how do you know Lan Ying?"
"After Lan Ying died, her resentment lingered and she kept wandering at the foot of Mogan Mountain."
"The place is shrouded in mist all year round, and at night you can hear mournful cries, which are terrifying."
"Because of the many sins she committed, Lan Ying's soul was suppressed at the foot of Mogan Mountain with a bone-piercing nail."
Sima Yan continued, "That bone-piercing nail was forged from the bones of the Nine Yin, and it can suppress vengeful spirits that have not dissipated for a hundred years. When it was driven in, it is said that Lan Ying's screams echoed throughout the entire Mogan Mountain."
"However, not long ago, Lan Ying actually broke free from the suppression of the Bone-Piercing Nail. She began to wander around the area and abducted many women."
"It is said that those women were all pitiful people tormented by love. Lan Ying seemed to think that they had similar experiences to herself."
He paused for a moment, then continued, "And now, Lan Ying's obsession is to see the Lord of Chuyue City, Nangong Chuyue. This thought has completely taken over her mind."
When Sima Yan finished speaking, a bitter smile appeared on the face of the City Lord of Nangong.
That smile contained endless regret and self-reproach, as if a thousand years of vicissitudes had been condensed in this moment.
“I… I have no right to see her at all.” Nangong Chuyue’s voice trembled: “If it weren’t for me, none of this would have happened back then.”
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