Chapter 545: Nine Revolutions Resurrection Needle_1

As Yin Tian’s needles punctured Old Lady Yuan’s body one by one, her complexion eased slightly.

"It’s getting better! Really getting better!"

Yuan Weisheng, who stood behind Yin Tian, let out an astonished cry.

"Don’t rush."

Without turning his head, Yin Tian said, "I’ve merely released the excess Innate Gang Qi from Old Lady Yuan’s body, but her heart meridian has been severed. Recovery isn’t going to be easy."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Weisheng immediately looked towards Doctor Hua.

Doctor Hua awkwardly tugged at the corner of his mouth, not daring to speak.

Yin Tian sat beside the bed, and through his sight, observed that almost all of Old Lady Yuan’s Innate Gang Qi had been released. Then, he retracted all the silver needles.

Next, he held his breath and concentrated, his eyes flashing with a solemn hue.

What came next was of utmost importance!

Yin Tian, gazing at Old Lady Yuan who still had her eyes closed tightly, slowly began, "Many seekers of the way direct their efforts, never straying far from Hu Long Tan. Returning to the origin, the Dao’s energy balances, intangible forms and qualities change distinctly."

"Light snow forms in the water, a golden lotus slowly blooms in fire. Holy Mercury, though topical, has no substance, true lead, though exhaustively observed, remains nameless..."

As Doctor Hua listened, his eyes suddenly widened in disbelief, and he looked at Yin Tian, "This... this is... "

"The Nine Revolutions Resurrection Needle!"

As he applied the needling technique to Old Lady Yuan, Yin Tian nodded to himself, slightly surprised that Doctor Hua actually had some understanding of the art and recognized the method he was using.

However, he continued chanting in a sing-song voice without responding to Doctor Hua.

"Today I repay the cultivators, don’t ask about the essence in the burning of gold. Arrange the cauldron and kiln to refine the mysterious root, in advancing and retreating, be clear on Mao You Gate."

"Encircle lightning and chase clouds, flight of sun and moon, drive dragons and tigers out of heaven and earth. One pill for retaining youthful looks, nine turns to burn away the marks of white hair!"

As Yin Tian finished reciting the last word, the final silver needle in his hand also landed on Old Lady Yuan’s body.

Old Lady Yuan’s previously tightly shut eyes opened once again.

Then, black blood flowed out of her mouth.

"How... how could this be... why is there blood again..."

Yuan Weisheng was petrified.

If a normal person lost so much blood, it would be unbearable, let alone his own spouse?

"No harm..."

Yin Tian waved his hand and exhaled deeply, "It’s just coagulated blood in the body. I’ll prescribe a medicine formula for you soon; take it as instructed, and recovery will come in ten days."

Doctor Hua also stretched out his hand, placing two fingers on Old Lady Yuan’s wrist.

After feeling her pulse, he suddenly looked up with incredulity in his eyes, "The heart meridian... it really has recovered!"

As soon as these words came out, Yuan Weisheng seemed to deflate, his body falling backwards.

Luckily, Yin Tian reacted swiftly, grabbing Yuan Weisheng’s hand, preventing him from falling.

Yuan Weisheng steadied himself and, with tears streaming down his face, looked at Yin Tian, "Master... if it weren’t for you today, I really wouldn’t have known what to do..."

Yin Tian waved his hand, "Saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story stupa, and besides, don’t call me ’Master.’ I have not accepted you as my disciple."

He stood up, stretching lazily, "The task is done; it’s time to go back."

Just as he was walking out of the room, a sudden thud came from behind him.

"Master above, please accept your disciple’s bow!"

Yin Tian: "..."

He turned around, full of exasperation, to see Doctor Hua also kneeling on the ground, looking up at him with immense excitement.

"What’s the matter with you?"

Yin Tian spoke helplessly, "How did it end up with everyone scrambling to be disciples?"

"You passed the Nine Revolutions Resurrection Needle to me, rightfully you should be my master!"

Doctor Hua said, bowing deeply to Yin Tian as he spoke.

The Taoist boy was left dumbfounded, standing still, witnessing this absurd scene unfold before him.

Yin Tian walked back, pulled Doctor Hua up from the ground, "How much of the Nine Revolutions Resurrection Needle could you remember, that’s your own fortune, your own opportunity; what does that have to do with me?"

"Without the master’s demonstration, how could your disciple possibly remember all that?"

Doctor Hua spoke earnestly, "The Nine Revolutions Resurrection Needle, even in ancient times, was a heritage passed down from master to disciple, from father to son. Since I’ve learned the Nine Revolutions Resurrection Needle from you, you are my master!"

Yin Tian stretched out his hand and massaged his face.

He had just come out to treat a patient, so how had he attracted a ’clingy plaster’?

"Doctor Hua, you should respect the order of things."

Yuan Weisheng strode forward, his face beaming with joy as his spouse was awake, "If anyone should become a disciple, it should be me. I knelt and kowtowed more than an hour ago."

"Did the master teach you anything?"

Doctor Hua retorted.

Yuan Weisheng was momentarily speechless.

Although he bore the name of a disciple to Yin Tian, he truly hadn’t learned anything from him.

Doctor Hua immediately broke into a grin, "See, it’s different with me. I’ve truly learned the Nine Revolutions Resurrection Needle from the master’s own hands; hence, I’m indeed the master’s disciple."

An old man...

A middle-aged man...

The heads of two major families...

In this moment, they were actually close to coming to blows over who was truly Yin Tian’s disciple...