Chapter 17 Zi Zhu Magic Needle (Part 4)_1

Ye Yinzhu accepted the cloth pouch from Xiang Luan and draped it over his left wrist, silently staring at Haiyang as if deep in thought. He seemed to enter a peculiar rhythm, standing still, but becoming the center of attention in the entire villa hall.

A faint yellow light emanated from him, his gentle Douqi fluctuating with his breath. The faint glow flickered and suddenly his right hand swept over the pouch. A purple flame danced in his palm. Xiang Luan could only see a flash before the purple flame exploded like a firework, transforming into lines of purple light which silently disappeared. Fifteen Purple Bamboo Needles had completely entered Haiyang's body.

Haiyang grunted, apparently in great pain, her body started to shake violently.

Ye Yinzhu moved, advancing with an arcane step to Haiyang's side. His right hand moved deftly, drawing out three Purple Bamboo Needles, the faint Yellow Douqi pouring into the needle handle. In the blink of an eye, he changed the positions and inserted the needles again without any pause. Another step forward, another cycle of three insertions and removals, his movements as fluid as flowing water combined with his swirling yellow Douqi quickly encircling Haiyang's body. The shining Douqi light completely enveloped Haiyang, making it hard for Xiang Luan to see Haiyang's true form.

The scent of bamboo filled the villa hall, replacing Haiyang's body scent with a captivating aroma of bamboo.

Xiang Luan gazed in surprise at Haiyang, realizing that the Purple Bamboo Needles on her body were no longer moving. Ye Yinzhu was rapidly twisting the needles that had been inserted. Of the total eighteen long needles, six were stuck into Haiyang's cheeks, the other twelve scattered across her nape, shoulders, chest, and back. At this time, a faint purple smoke emerged from the tail of these eighteen Purple Bamboo Needles, seemingly the source of the intriguing bamboo fragrance.

Ye Yinzhu's movements, originally as swift as an illusion, gradually began to slow down, each step sounding heavier, as if twisting the purple long needles required great strength.

Divine Needle Puncture Therapy required a high level of skill from the healer. Not only was a substantial amount of Douqi needed, but a detailed examination of the patient's condition was also essential. While initially inserting the needles, Ye Yinzhu was examining Haiyang's physical condition and facial scars. When he began the actual treatment, the control of Zhu Douqi became extremely important - no margin of error. This greatly demanded his spiritual power. The dual consumption of Douqi and spiritual power caused sweat to soak his clothes. If he had not frequently practiced Pure Sutra Heart from a young age, achieving a state of clear mind, it would have been difficult to maintain such absolute focus for such a long time.

Then, Ye Yinzhu realized his Douqi had indeed advanced. After forging the soul contract with Zi, his Zhu Douqi had risen to the Second-Rank Yellow Bamboo, becoming much stronger than before. When he received a wisp of Douqi from the guest Anya referred to as "Old Ma" today, his Douqi appeared to display a slight change, becoming a bit more solid. Therefore, he did not feel exhausted until now.

Unaware of the substantial effort Ye Yinzhu was making, Haiyang initially only felt an itchy sensation from the needles on her face. However, as each of the eighteen Purple Bamboo Needles fully entered her body and Ye Yinzhu's Zhu Douqi started to be injected into her through the needles, her entire upper body began to experience varying degrees of pain. Sometime there was a stabbing pain, sometime a burning heat, and sometimes an itch right down to her heart, making her softly moan. She wanted to raise her hand to scratch, but she realized that her arms, even her upper body, were somehow immobilized.

For the sake of better needle insertion, Ye Yinzhu had long sealed her meridians with the Purple Bamboo Needles to prevent Haiyang from moving during the treatment. If Haiyang moved and disturbed the needle position or the flow of Douqi, the entire treatment would be ruined instantly.

The bamboo aroma in the air gradually lightened; as if the purple mists emitting from the tail of the Purple Bamboo Needles had all been infuses into Haiyang's body. A layer of purple mist formed on her bare upper body, giving her originally fair and clear skin an extra layer of elegance.

In fact, the Zi Zhu Magic Needle that Ye Yinzhu used was not the simple Divine Needle Puncture Therapy that Xiang Luan mentioned. Traditional Divine Needle Puncture Therapy uses a variety of needles of different thicknesses, most of which are made of metal. However, the Purple Bamboo Needles that Ye Yinzhu used were far more effective compared to metal needles. Although it is not as precious as the Bamboo of Life, the Purple Bamboo is absolutely top-tier. Known as the "Protector Bamboo," it only grows around the Bamboo of Life. Not only is it extremely tough, but it also contains a special life aura and detoxifying abilities comparing to the best spiritual medicine, thus bringing it to the category of a precious commodity. After centuries of special refining techniques by the Zhu Sect, there are only two complete sets of Purple Bamboo Needles. Using them to perform the Divine Needle Puncture Therapy, the exorcising, detoxifying, healing, and meridian clearing effects of the Purple Bamboo Needles stimulated by Ye Yinzhu's Zhu Douqi, was fully released. If not for the Purple Bamboo Needles, how could he be so confident in treating Haiyang?

The scent of bamboo gradually disappeared, replaced by a faint smell of blood. Sweat slid down Ye Yinzhu's temples and cheeks. His eyes revealed a tired expression and the faint yellow Zhu Douqi was weakening, the color becoming fainter.

The pained expression on Haiyang's face has never disappeared and her mind was occupied by a mixture of pains, making her feel as if she was hallucinating, losning herself. In a way, this slightly alleviated her pain.

With his pace suddenly quickening, Ye Yinzhu roared, "Rise." Eighteen trails of purple light flashed out and as Ye Yinzhu spun around, all eighteen Purple Bamboo Needles fell back into the cloth pouch.

Breathing heavily, Ye Yinzhu stumbled, nearly falling. This treatment had actually taken a full Time.

Xiang Luan rushed forward in a few steps, supporting Ye Yinzhu, "How are you?"

Ye Yinzhu waved his hand in exhaustion, "I'm fine. Fortunately, Senior Haiyang has a chance to recover now."

"What?" Xiang Luan stared in surprise at Haiyang. She could see eighteen trails of black liquid slowly flowing from Haiyang's half-naked upper body, precisely from the spots where the Purple Bamboo Needles had been inserted. The smell of blood began to increase, yet Haiyang's expression calmed down. Her shrunken facial scars had turned from dark red to pink. Although the scars had not faded, they were not as frightening as before.

"Is Haiyang okay now?"