Yang Feilong was unaware of the discussions outside the door. At this moment, he had already reached the old man's side.
Various instruments were attached to the old man, and a nurse was attending to him.
"Hmm?" Yang Feilong frowned slightly.
"Who are you?" the nurse asked, looking at Yang Feilong.
"You can leave now," Yang Feilong said.
"This..." the nurse was taken aback.
"Leave the rest to me," Yang Feilong stated.
"Yes, alright!" Although the nurse didn't know this young man's identity, given that the Ouyang family and others were present outside, he could openly enter and ask her to leave. What else could she do but comply?
After all, she was just a nurse.
After the nurse left.
Yang Feilong looked at the unconscious old man lying on the hospital bed and sent his soul sense into him.
He had inquired earlier. The old man's name was Ouyang Qiangren, and his strength was befitting his name, truly a formidable individual.
It happened half a year ago. He had left the family to search for an opportunity to break through to the Earth Martial Realm and accidentally stumbled into the Mist Forest. Although he managed to escape the Mist Forest, his mind had been largely unclear most of the time. When he was lucid before, doctors had asked him about his experiences in the Mist Forest, but he himself didn't know what had happened. He felt drowsy as soon as he entered the Mist Forest and, sensing something was wrong, he left. After leaving, he felt that his body had problems.
"Mist Forest!" Yang Feilong murmured to himself.
He had heard of this place before. It was one of Dragon Country's forbidden zones, perpetually shrouded in thick fog. Any cultivator who wandered in would, at best, lose their sanity, and at worst, would never be able to get out once they entered.
His master had studied the dense fog of the Mist Forest. The fog itself was highly toxic, poisoning the soul and divine sense, as well as bodily functions.
Without a soul, a person is like a walking corpse, and damage to the soul naturally has severe consequences.
Yang Feilong sent his soul sense into the old man to examine his condition. He found that the old man's body was fine, but his Mud Pill Palace, where the soul resided, was shrouded in various indiscernible gases. Yang Feilong could "see" that this was the culprit behind Ouyang Qiangren's coma.
"Fortunately, I've mastered the Xuanming Life-Seizing Needles!" Yang Feilong muttered to himself. "Otherwise, there would truly be no way to expel these toxins that have 'polluted' the soul!"
The Mud Pill Palace is where the soul is stored. If it's polluted, one can imagine the state of the soul within.
Then, Yang Feilong opened his suitcase and took out a small box. Inside were rows of needles.
The Xuanming Life-Seizing Needles, as the name suggests, are a needle technique used to snatch life from Yama through unfathomable means!
The Xuanming Life-Seizing Needles have seven realms. The first realm is to control nine needles, where the heart moves with the will, and intent arises from the heart. The nine needles are like one. The first realm is also known as the Nine Needles Locking Life, capable of locking life.
The second realm is to control eighteen needles. Although it's only nine more than the first realm, the difficulty increases exponentially. The second realm is also known as the Eighteen Arhat Needles. When activated, the eighteen Arhat Needles move as one, like the Eighteen Arhat Formation, with hearts and minds connected, capable of both offense and defense.
Currently, Yang Feilong has only mastered fifteen needles. This places him in the late stage of the first realm. Of course, the difficulty of mastering fifteen needles compared to eighteen is immense. Even with another year and a half, he might not be able to cultivate to the second realm!
*Whoosh whoosh*
With a thought, Yang Feilong sent out fifteen silver needles. These were not ordinary silver needles but were refined with special materials.
Using the Nine Needles might also expel the special toxins, but it wouldn't be as effective as fifteen needles. More importantly, he needed to stabilize the old man's soul and Mud Pill Palace while expelling the toxins.
Under such circumstances, it couldn't be attempted lightly.
The fifteen silver needles hovered in the air and flew to the old man's front. Then, Yang Feilong removed all the instruments and IV drips connected to the old man. After their removal, the old man's condition appeared to worsen, as if he could die at any moment.
At this very moment, Yang Feilong's expression became solemn.
Under the control of his soul sense, the fifteen needles formed a special formation. Then, he formed seals with his hands, and the fifteen silver needles struck the old man's body like lightning.
*Buzz buzz buzz!*
At this instant, all fifteen silver needles shone with a dazzling light, as if invoking some kind of cosmic rule. Of course, these lights were only around the old man, invisible to anyone outside.
Why didn't Yang Feilong allow outsiders to observe? Because the Xuanming Life-Seizing Needles were a secret of his sect, forbidden to be seen by outsiders.
Time ticked by.
Yang Feilong was fully engaged in performing the Xuanming Life-Seizing Needles technique, and simultaneously, the toxins in Ouyang Qiangren's soul were gradually decreasing.
After an unknown period.
Yang Feilong stopped needling. His complexion was pale, and looking at Ouyang Qiangren, his previously ghastly pale face and faint breath were now replaced by a rosy complexion. Furthermore, his vitality had become extremely robust.
...
Even though it was very late, no one outside had gone to rest; they were all anxiously awaiting the results of Yang Feilong's treatment.
Suddenly, the door creaked open.
Seeing Yang Feilong emerge, everyone immediately asked in unison.
"How is it?"
Yang Feilong looked at their expectant faces.
"I have not failed in my mission!" Yang Feilong smiled.
"He's saved?" Although the members of the Ouyang family had considered this possibility, hearing Yang Feilong say it still filled them with shock, joy, and disbelief.
Because the old man's illness had stumped countless doctors, so-called experts, and even renowned physicians specializing in treating ancient martial arts practitioners.
All of them had been helpless.
Although Ouyang Yixue had vouched for Yang Feilong, believing he had a chance to save the old man, it was merely a possibility.
"Can we go in now?" Ouyang Changge asked Yang Feilong with a smile. His heart was filled with immense excitement. Ouyang Qiangren was not only the pillar of the Ouyang family but also his father. He had been extremely anxious before, and now hearing Yang Feilong say he was cured, how could he not be overjoyed?
Especially since this person was his "son-in-law"!
That made him even happier!
He was also extremely satisfied with Yang Feilong, hence his great friendliness towards him.
"Of course," Yang Feilong replied with a smile and nodded.