Chapter 481: The Acupuncture Technique of Stabbing People

Come on, come on, sit down!

Today the family is in an uproar, but we can let you cause trouble this time!

You insulted your grandfather's corpse—you and your dead old man should go underground to apologize to him!

In the Gu clan patriarch's bedroom, the eldest, third, and fourth uncles were agitated and angry, shouting. After all, the old master had died, leaving the Gu family with countless affairs, even involving property division; now letting this junior cause a scene, they simply couldn't hold back their outbreak.

The Gu family's old matriarch also wore a stern old face, both grieving and cold.

Outside, a group of Gu family members gathered together, momentarily forgetting to cry, all looking inside.

Everyone knew that 'Gu Xiao Yi' had been studying medicine with a doctor outside these years, but reviving the dead was unheard of.

Heng Xian sat beside the bed, looking at the old master, his expression calm, his heart unmoved. Though he had only studied the 'Heavenly Craft Holy Medicine' for a little over a year, he still understood basic observation, listening, questioning, and palpation. The old master merely had blood stagnation, cardiac arrest, and halted breathing—but as a cultivator, his vigor remained, giving him a golden minute for rescue.

Acting so rashly, I admit there's a bit of showing off, and it's a low-level show-off with no technical skill.

But for the sake of repaying that mother and daughter's karma, it doesn't matter.

Ignoring the Gu family's three brothers and the endless chatter of the whole family, their threats and insults, he laid the old master's body flat and opened his clothing.

"What are you doing?" the Gu family's eldest uncle shouted angrily.

"Of course I'm saving him!"

Heng Xian took out the set of silver needles he carried, and with swift technique inserted them into seventeen acupoints along a line—Zigong, Zhongdan, Jique, Yindu, Qi Sea, etc. —on the old master.

Seeing this, the Gu family's eldest uncle halted his outstretched hand.

Beside him, the Gu family's old matriarch frowned and asked: "What... acupuncture technique is this? It's so unique!"

Heng Xian didn't even turn his head: "It's a sword‑training stabbing technique!"

"Ah! Don't stop me!"

The Gu family's eldest uncle flew into a rage again, but the third and fourth uncles restrained him, saying, "Don't, big brother, give it a try—we suddenly feel this kid is quite wicked!"

The matriarch also said: "Let him try!"

The Gu family's eldest uncle calmed down, widening his eyes to watch.

Next, Heng Xian's technique was very skilled: he first trembled the silver needles, then pushed from Qiyuan, as if pushing a breath, all the way to the heart region.

A miraculous thing happened quickly!

Just as he pushed below the heart region, the old master, who had been dead for a while, suddenly resumed chest movement, and color returned to his face.

"Oh dear!" Inside and outside the house, everyone gasped in astonishment.

The Gu family's three brothers also froze.

The matriarch trembled all over with excitement.

Heng Xian remained composed, pulling out the needles one by one, then struck the old master's crown and said: "Spit it out!"

The old master was very obedient; he actually bent over and, with a "guo," spat out a large lump of phlegm, then lay back down, murmuring, "Ah, that feels great!"

Heng Xian stood, took out a paper, and scribbled a long prescription with a swish-swish-swish, handing it to the matriarch: "Three warm tonics a day can prolong the old master's life, but to truly survive he needs the Heavenly Three True Spirit Heart‑Nourishing Pill—a fifth‑grade elixir, very costly!"

The matriarch took it with trembling hands: "Okay, okay!"

At that moment, inside and outside the house fell silent; every Gu family member wore a look of shock—apparently… pulling a dead person back to life was this simple; this "Gu Xiao Yi" really had some skill.

Heng Xian turned to look at the Gu family's eldest uncle: "The wager?"

The Gu family's eldest uncle stretched out his hand, unable to call out "uncle," stammering: "You… you…"

Heng Xian suddenly kicked up, striking his solar plexus; the Gu family's eldest uncle, who was at the Qi Sea Realm, couldn't dodge in time and, with a "bang," slammed into the door behind him, nearly losing his breath.

"You're too agitated—such extreme joy and sorrow is bad for your health; this kick may look like I'm kicking you, but I'm actually saving you!" Heng Xian walked up to him, looking at the somewhat dazed eldest uncle, and said, "Remember, triple the monthly stipend!"

Having said that, he clapped his hands, pushed aside the crowd blocking the door, and turned to leave.

Inside and outside the house, it remained silent.

Watching Heng Xian's retreating back, the Gu family's old matriarch's eyes lit up: "Let's not talk—this child has a unique temperament and genuine talent; perhaps the Gu family will prosper, and in the future it will be due to him, with a fivefold monthly stipend…"

……

"Brother is truly amazing—he really came back from studying medicine, pulling grandfather back from the gates of hell; now outsiders speak of the young master with both respect and fear, don't they?"

"Grandmother has already promised us five times the monthly stipend, and I've heard that once grandfather wakes up he'll also reward brother…"

In the small courtyard, Gu Jing chattered on endlessly, her voice tinged with barely concealed excitement, as if she had never been this happy in her life.

In fact, this was already the ninth time she had repeated it.

Mother Xie Lian, on the other side, was washing the three daughters' clothes while giving her a relieved, indulgent glance, as if she had just heard the news.

Meanwhile, inside the room, Heng Xian sat quietly on the bed, his black hair flowing loose, eyes closed, nurturing his spirit, his whole self entering a state of wandering beyond the material world, only his brow slightly furrowed.

Today is already the third day, but the opportunity hasn't arrived yet!

Just then, faint footsteps could be heard from outside.

Heng Xian opened his eyes—here they come!

"Second Lady, people from the Gong Sun Master household of the inner city have arrived!", a voice said somewhat respectfully.

Xie Lian seemed not to have been called "Second Lady" in a long time, feeling somewhat surprised by the favor: "Steward Sun, no need for such formality—what orders does the Gong Sun family have?"

"We won't go; let them give up on that idea!", Gu Jing snorted angrily.

"Rest assured, Second Lady!"

The steward said: "The Gong Sun family has come this time to recruit… ultimate kill warriors!"

"Get lost!"

Xie Lian seemed to have been startled, angrily shouting: "Leave this place!"

Gu Jing also got scared: "Scram, scram, scram—we have no one here!"

The steward gave a dry laugh: "Young Master Xiao Yi just came back, didn't he? The eldest uncle's meaning is…"

"He can forget it! Go, go, go…" Xie Lian, no longer caring about decorum, shoved the steward desperately.

"Wait!"

Heng Xian walked out of the room, a hint of interest on his face, "What is an Extreme Killing Warrior?"

In his mind, the divination clearly showed: 【Join the Extreme Killing Warriors, seize a top-ten spot, get close to the Gongsun Lord's House, and have the greatest chance to rescue the Twelve Sect disciples!】

The steward turned his head, a strange expression on his face: "Replying to Young Master Xiao Yi, the Extreme Killing Warrior is a warrior recruited by the Gongsun Family."

"Bullshit!" Xie Lian came over in fright to pull Heng Xian, "Xiao Yi, let's not inquire, listen to your mother—your father died years ago by becoming an Extreme Killing Warrior, we won't do it!"

The steward rubbed his nose: "The treatment is extremely generous—three thousand low-grade spirit crystals a month, plus technique rewards; if anything happens, like injury, parents and widows receive huge compensation! If one makes a name, they can climb this great tree of the Gongsun Family."

"Get lost!"

Xie Lian shouted angrily, "What Extreme Killing Warrior? It's clearly a death warrior; the Gongsun Family Lord decrees that each year every household must send one person— the elders' family children don't want to go, so they come to trap my son, dream on—our family has already lost a man!"

(End of chapter)