Chapter 377: The Gu Family's Gu Nantian

Puff!

The jet‑black fresh blood splashed onto the Green Stone Slab, instantly shattering the silence of the scene.

Gong Yuan's pupils contracted sharply, and he was the first to react.

He rushed to the stretcher, crouched down, and examined the condition of the middle‑aged man.

But when his finger touched the patient's pulse, his complexion turned ghastly pale in an instant.

Immediately he sprang to his feet, pointed at Jiang Feng, and roared in anger.

"You! If you can't heal, then stop harming people here! He's out of breath!"

Whoa!

Hearing this, the people around also gathered around.

"I told you he was no good, pretending to be a master, now he's ruined the patient; let's see how he meets his end!"

"The Gong Family people are not to be trifled with; this kid is probably going to fall here today!"

Gong Yuan's emotions grew increasingly agitated, his chest heaving violently, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Do you know who he is? He is my Gong Family's second uncle! If you dare kill a member of my Gong Family, this matter will never be let go!"

"You audacious Evil Obstruction!"

The Gong Family elder Gong Hong also spoke angrily at this moment.

His mastery of the Medical Dao has reached the Spirit Transformation Realm; he is one of the Five Great Elders of Taoyuan Village.

At this moment his expression darkened, and he hurried to the stretcher to investigate personally.

Then his gaze turned icy as he looked at Jiang Feng.

"The Medical Dao is a technique for saving lives; how dare you act so recklessly, trampling human life! If such a person were to become the master of the Medicine God Cauldron in the future, it would be the greatest tragedy for our Taoyuan Village!"

Zuo Liangchen stood aside, a smug smile appearing on his face.

He immediately spoke in a spiteful tone.

"Everyone, I've long said that this person is merely seeking attention, knowing nothing of medicine."

"Yao Lao, you chose someone like this as a Yao Lu apprentice; surely it's hard to win over the masses, right?"

Facing the crowd's accusations and scoldings, Jiang Feng remained unusually calm, as if he hadn't heard anything.

He ignored Gong Yuan's roar, slowly raised his hand, took out several silver needles from the Wooden Box, flicked his wrist, and stabbed toward the middle‑aged man on the stretcher.

"You still dare to act recklessly!"

Gong Yuan, frantic and desperate, reached out to block Jiang Feng.

"He's already dead, yet you keep meddling with his body; a person like you doesn't deserve to be a Yao Lu apprentice, let alone touch the Medical Dao!"

Jiang Feng sidestepped his hand, his movement without any pause, the silver needles like meteors chasing the moon, landing precisely on several key acupoints of the middle‑aged man.

His technique differed completely from before; each needle descended with a strange rhythm, sometimes gentle, sometimes forceful, as if containing some cosmic principle.

"It's simply stubbornly ineffective!"

Gong Hong's face turned iron‑blue, about to act to stop Jiang Feng.

But at that moment, the middle‑aged man lying on the stretcher twitched his eyelids, and then his tightly closed eyes slowly opened!

His gaze was initially vague, then gradually cleared, scanning the surrounding people before finally settling on Gong Yuan.

"Where am I?"

"Second Uncle!"

Gong Yuan's eyes widened, looking at the middle‑aged man in disbelief.

"You... you're awake? Weren't you dead?"

The middle‑aged man coughed twice, his voice still hoarse but much stronger than before.

"What nonsense are you spouting? I just took a nap; how could I be dead? Actually, my chest was tight earlier, I spat out some black blood, and now I feel much better."

As he spoke, he slowly sat up; though his body was still somewhat weak, his spirit had clearly improved, showing no sign of imminent death.

"This... how could this be possible?"

Everyone present widened their eyes, their faces full of disbelief.

Just a moment ago he had no breath, how did Jiang Feng's few more needles bring him back to life?

This is utterly inconceivable!

Gong Yuan stood stunned, opened his mouth, but could not utter a single word.

He had just felt the breath, checked the pulse; the second uncle truly showed no sign of life, how could he suddenly awaken?

At that moment, the old Village Chief stepped forward slowly, a cold glint exploding from his murky eyes.

He stared fixedly at Jiang Feng, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"One needle kills, one needle revives—what a skill! I didn't expect you not only know the Heavenly Silkworm Needle Technique, but also have mastered the Yin Yang Nine Needles!"

"Yin Yang Nine Needles?"

The crowd let out another round of exclamations, their gazes at Jiang Feng filled with astonishment.

The old Village Chief's eyes turned toward Yao Lao, his gaze thick with murderous intent.

"Yao Lao, the Yin Yang Nine Needles is a method that seizes the very creation of heaven and earth, containing the profound principles of life and death. Even during the peak of the Medicine God Hall, it was a core inheritance, only to be taught to True Disciples! By handing this method to a stranger, is that not improper? Aren't you afraid of betraying the ancestors' expectations of the Medicine God Hall, letting the inheritance fall into outsiders' hands?"

Upon hearing this, Yao Lao's smile remained unchanged.

"Zuo Laogui, the Yin Yang Nine Needles are Jiang Feng's own destiny, unrelated to this old man."

"Unrelated to you?"

The old Village Chief sneered repeatedly, yet he did not believe Yao Lao's words at all.

"I refuse to believe this child is a born Medicine God, able to master both the Heavenly Silkworm Needle Technique and the Yin Yang Nine Needles without any teacher. Yao Lao, stop your sophistry; what you're doing is nothing but betraying the Medicine God Hall's inheritance!"

"Whether it's sophistry or not, you know it in your heart."

Yao Lao said lightly, without further explanation.

Jiang Feng at this moment gave a faint Laughter, interrupting the two's quarrel.

"Village Chief, where did I learn the Heavenly Silkworm Needle Technique and Yin Yang Nine Needles? That has nothing to do with this contest, right?"

He paused, then turned his head to look at Gong Yuan.

"This first Patient, count it as I have healed, okay?"

Gong Yuan's complexion shifted from blue to white, looking extremely unsightly.

He had just said with certainty that Jiang Feng had killed the person, and now the person was revived by the very same hand?

But he still forced himself, gritting his teeth, and said.

"Count... count you healed one! But there are still two people! If you can heal them all, then I will finally be Defeat!"

Jiang Feng shrugged indifferently, reached out to grab the silver needle, preparing to treat the second Patient.

But at that moment, among the Crowd not far away, a young man dressed in a white robe stepped forward.

He was about twenty‑seven or twenty‑eight years old, exuding a faint Medicine fragrance, his gaze calm yet bearing a hint of arrogance.

"No need to continue."

The man said.

"Gong Yuan, you have already been Defeat by Jiang Feng."

Gong Yuan turned his head to look at the man, a trace of unwillingness appearing on his face.

"Brother Gu Nantian! I haven't been Defeat yet! There are still two Patients not healed!"

This man was indeed the Gu Family patriarch's grandson, Gu Nantian, of Taoyuan Village.

The Gu Family is one of the families in Taoyuan Village with the deepest foundation in the Medical Dao, and Gu Nantian is a leading figure among the younger generation; his achievements in the Medical Dao have already reached the pinnacle of the Subtle Entry Realm, only one step away from the Spirit Transformation Realm. In both Medicine Theory and needle arts, he far exceeds Gong Yuan.

Thus, with Gu Nantian's appearance, even Gong Yuan stepped back half a step at this moment.

Gu Nantian shook his head, his gaze landing on Jiang Feng.

"From the moment he deployed the Heavenly Silkworm Needle Technique to when he used the Yin Yang Nine Needles to revive the dead, you were already Defeat. In the path of the Medical Dao, needle arts are the foundation; Jiang Feng's mastery of two ancient wondrous needles puts his achievement beyond what you and I can even aspire to."

Gong Yuan still wanted to say something, but Gu Nantian raised his hand to stop him.

Gu Nantian looked at Jiang Feng, a trace of seriousness appearing on his face.

"Jiang Feng, you indeed have a hand in needle work, one could even say you possess a rare talent. Yet the path of the Medical Dao is vast and profound; it is not enough to have only needle arts. Needle arts are Art, Medicine Theory is Dao; only the combination of Art and Dao can be called a true healer."

"I, Gu Nantian, will challenge you to a Medicine Theory Path! To see whether you truly merit the title of Medicine Hut Apprentice, and merit the inheritance of these two ancient wondrous needles!"

With those words spoken, everyone present fell silent.