Chapter 18: What a lunatic!

"Where do you live? I'll take you straight home."

On the road, Qi Ruoxue asked Ye Feng, who was sitting in the passenger seat, while driving.

Since the matter with the Lei Family had already been resolved, it was time for Ye Feng to go back and get some rest.

"Let's go to the pharmacy first; I still need to pick up some medicine for my mother."

Ye Feng stared fixedly at the road ahead, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Since they were not in too much of a hurry, Qi Ruoxue did not drive very fast, and it took the three of them half an hour to finally arrive at Renyang Great Pharmacy.

After picking up the medicine, Ye Feng bought a set of Silver Needle and took a taxi home by himself.

When he returned to the residential complex, it was already three in the afternoon; Ye Feng walked with a steady pace and returned home unhurriedly.

"Mm... ngh... mm..."

Just as he reached his front door, a faint, intermittent sound of panting came from the neighbor's house.

Ye Feng stopped in his tracks, stood where he was, and began to listen carefully.

The panting was very weak and sounded particularly painful.

Ye Feng shook his head and sighed; perhaps someone had brought their boyfriend home.

Afterwards, Ye Feng opened his own door and stepped inside.

Since it was the weekend, Ye Linger did not go to school; when she saw Ye Feng return, she immediately put down the potato chips in her hand, hopped off the sofa, and rushed straight toward Ye Feng.

"What is this? It turns out it's not food; I thought you had brought something delicious back for me!"

Ye Linger snatched the medicine from Ye Feng's hand, took a look, and said with an incomparably disappointed expression.

"Eat, eat, eat—all you know how to do all day is eat! Why don't you just eat until you're fat enough to burst!"

Ye Feng gave Ye Linger's head a hard knock, and then he added, "Go, take these medicinal herbs to the kitchen for me!"

"Where am I fat!"

Ye Linger glared at Ye Feng with a wronged expression, then she took the herbs, spun around in place, and said with satisfaction, "Mm, a perfect body proportion!"

Ye Feng smiled helplessly; this girl was actually quite cute!

After washing up briefly, Ye Feng went to the kitchen and brewed the medicine he had bought for his mother.

This medicine needed to be taken three times a day, but Ye Feng planned to perform acupuncture on his mother again in the afternoon, so it didn't matter if she missed one dose.

Carrying the medicine, Ye Feng walked gently to his mother's door and knocked; after receiving her permission, he pushed the door open and brought the brewed medicine to her bedside.

The fragrance of the medicine permeated the room, carrying a hint of bitterness.

His mother opened her eyes slightly, a weary smile appearing on her face, and she said softly, "Xiaofeng, you've worked hard."

"Mom, don't say that. Please drink the medicine first."

Ye Feng handed the bowl of medicine to his mother and watched as she drank it mouthful by mouthful, feeling a slight sense of relief in his heart.

He knew that although this medicine was bitter, it was his mother's only hope.

After finishing the medicine, his mother leaned against the headboard; her complexion remained pale, but there was a hint of serenity in her eyes.

Ye Feng took out the Silver Needle he carried with him and gently unfolded the needle pouch; the needles shimmered with a cold, sharp light under the sunlight.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his state, and prepared to perform the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles again; this time, he decided to perform up to the ninth needle in one go!

"Mom, lie still, don't move."

Ye Feng said softly, his fingers pressing lightly on his mother's acupoints to feel her pulse.

His mother's pulse was still weak, but it was slightly steadier than before.

Ye Feng felt a bit more at ease, and the Silver Needle in his hand pierced steadily into his mother's acupoint.

Ye Feng used Using Qi to Control Needles, and at the same time, a surge of Qi Strength entered his mother's body through the medium of the Silver Needle.

The current Ye Feng had already cultivated the Xuantian Sacred Scripture to the second level, and the Qi Strength within his body was enough to support him in performing up to the thirteenth needle directly!

However, Ye Feng did not do so; his mother's physical condition was not enough to let her withstand more than ten needles—nine needles was already the limit!

As each Silver Needle was inserted, fine beads of sweat gradually seeped out on Ye Feng's forehead.

His fingers trembled slightly, but his gaze remained firm.

His mother's breathing gradually became steady, and her complexion also began to turn rosy.

Ye Feng knew this was a sign that the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles were taking effect.

"Xiaofeng, are you tired?"

His mother asked softly, her eyes full of heartache.

Ye Feng shook his head and managed to squeeze out a smile: "Mom, I'm not tired. Do you feel better?"

His mother nodded and gently held Ye Feng's hand: "Much better. Don't push yourself too hard."

Ye Feng did not answer, only silently inserting the final Silver Needle.

He knew that although his mother's condition was temporarily stable, to cure it completely, he had to find the Millennium Ginseng; otherwise, even if Hua Tuo were reborn, it would be difficult to save his mother.

A quarter of an hour later, Ye Feng waved his hand, and the Silver Needle returned to his grasp in an instant.

After packing up the needle pouch, Ye Feng sat by his mother's bed and gently held her hand.

The sunlight from outside the window shone through and illuminated Ye Feng's resilient face.

"Mom, don't worry, I will definitely cure your illness."

Ye Feng said in a low voice, his tone very firm.

His mother patted the back of his hand gently, her eyes full of maternal love: "Xiaofeng, Mom believes in you."

Ye Feng nodded, secretly swearing in his heart that no matter how difficult the road ahead might be, he would persevere.

For his mother, for his sister, and even more so for himself!

After finishing everything, Ye Feng helped his mother tuck in her quilt and walked out of the room quietly.

He stood on the balcony, looking at the sun in the sky, his mind filled with a thousand thoughts.

Bathing in the sunlight, Ye Feng entered a state of relaxation he had never experienced before.

Suddenly, he sensed a familiar energy slowly flowing within his body, as if it had been awakened by the sunlight.

Ye Feng closed his eyes, carefully sensing the changes within his body.

He could clearly feel that energy, like a trickling stream, flowing along his meridians and nourishing every inch of his exhausted muscles and bones.

The Qi Strength he had consumed just moments ago while performing the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles for his mother was recovering bit by bit, and even his mind was becoming clearer.

Ye Feng sighed inwardly, "The Xuantian Sacred Scripture is truly profound..."

He took a deep breath, feeling the surging power within his body, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

He knew that no matter how difficult the road ahead might be, as long as the Xuantian Sacred Scripture was with him, he would have more confidence.

"Master, your disciple swears here that I will certainly help you fulfill your dying wish, and I will surely take revenge on your enemies with my own hands!"

Ye Feng clenched his fists and shouted at the sun!

If it weren't for his master's intervention, he, Ye Feng, would have long since become a lonely ghost, and his mother might have died of illness in the hospital!

This debt of gratitude, he, Ye Feng, has recorded it!

"What are you howling about, you psycho!"

At this moment, Ye Linger's voice came from the inner room.

Ye Feng shook his head helplessly and turned to leave the balcony.

Just as he turned around, the sun behind him actually flickered quietly!