Qin Shan's mouth hung open, wordless for a long time, before he finally managed to ask, "Then… can it be cured?"
Qinchuan glanced at him and said indifferently, "Bring the silver needles!"
Upon hearing this, someone immediately sprinted out of the courtyard and soon returned with a set of silver needles.
"Patriarch, here are the silver needles you requested."
A Qin Family disciple carefully handed the silver needles to Qinchuan.
The Ninth Elder and others exchanged glances, shook their heads and chuckled, thinking that Qinchuan was just showing off.
Using silver needles to manipulate acupoints is a technique of a master in the medical field.
At only sixteen, Qinchuan already possessed remarkable martial arts strength and had astonishing achievements in the Alchemy Dao.
They utterly refused to believe that he had medical knowledge as well.
It wasn't just them; even Qin Shan felt a bit panicked at this moment, feeling like a lab rat.
But he was so desperate to recover his Dantian and become a martial artist again that, despite his unease, he still clenched his teeth and braced himself for Qinchuan to perform the acupuncture.
Qinchuan sterilized the silver needles with his True Qi and then flicked his finger.
"Tsssh!"
A silver needle shot out instantly, piercing precisely into Qin Shan's Dantian.
Qin Shan groaned in pain, his face twisting with a hint of suffering, but he bit down hard and endured it.
The elders and disciples of the Qin family who were present saw Qinchuan's casual approach, almost driving the whole needle into Qin Shan's Dantian, and they couldn't help twitching, wincing at the imagined pain.
Afterward, Qinchuan picked up the remaining seventeen silver needles as if he planned to insert them all into Qin Shan's Dantian at once.
Witnessing this scene, some direct descendants of the Qin Family couldn't help but gasp in shock.
The elders were equally startled, their expressions changing drastically as they exclaimed hastily, "Patriarch, this must not be done!"
As they said this, they moved forward to stop him.
So many silver needles being stabbed into the Dantian at once — was this to save or to kill someone?
Even Qin Shan couldn't help but break out into a cold sweat as his face turned a shade paler.
"Tsssh!"
Before the elders could intervene, Qinchuan's hand shook, and the seventeen silver needles whizzed into Qin Shan's body.
Qin Shan cried out in pain, then started shaking all over, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
"Ah!"
Some of the girls present turned pale and couldn't bear to watch any longer.
"Qin Shan!"
The elders shouted in alarm and rushed forward to check on him. Seeing Qin Shan trembling massively, sweating profusely, and bleeding profusely from his mouth, they were at a loss.
"Nonsense, utter nonsense!"
"Patriarch, you've gone too far! To cover up the boast you made, would you actually disregard a life like this?"
"Qin Shan may have broken his Dantian and lost his cultivation level, but he is still the direct bloodline of our Qin Family. He's only fourteen years old — he's still a child!"
Some elders couldn't contain their rebuke.
Although they had always been wary of Qinchuan's power, now, they were enraged.
"Disregard for life? When have I ever disregarded life?"
Qinchuan glanced at the elders coldly.
His acupuncture technique appeared casual, even reckless, but in reality, how much profundity did it contain that these ordinary people couldn't understand?
As he applied the needles, he had already infused them with True Qi, and the angle and depth of each needle were precisely calculated.
At this moment.
The silver needles vibrated with True Qi, rotating continuously, stimulating Qin Shan's Dantian to activate the dead blood within.
"With everyone here as a witness, you all saw the Patriarch administer the needles recklessly, endangering Qin Shan's life. Patriarch, do you still deny it?"
The Ninth Elder posed the question.
"Ignorance!"
Qinchuan shook his head at the words.
His palm, containing True Qi, pressed towards Qin Shan's dantian.
"Ah..."
Qin Shan immediately let out a scream of agony.
Then, everyone clearly saw Qinchuan's dantian swell up, as if there was a flow of Qi moving within.
"Retract!"
Afterward, Qinchuan gave a light shout and suddenly withdrew his hand, and strands of silver needles instantly flew out from Qin Shan's body.
Qin Shan's complexion was pale, and his body was drenched in sweat.
"Qin Shan, now feel your dantian."
Qinchuan spoke indifferently.
In pain that nearly caused him to faint, Qin Shan hastily sensed his dantian, and in an instant, his body trembled violently.
"Clan Leader, you've disappointed us greatly. At a time like this, to still put on mysterious airs, you..."
The Ninth Elder couldn't help but express his indignation.
"My... my dantian has been healed..."
"My dantian is truly healed, hahaha, my dantian has finally been healed..."
Just at that moment, Qin Shan suddenly burst into excited laughter, tears streaming down his face.
Two years.
A full two years.
His dantian had finally been healed!
He quickly propped himself up, enduring the weakness following intense pain, and knelt before Qinchuan with a "thud," gratefully saying, "Clan Leader, for your extraordinary grace, Qin Shan has nothing to offer in return. From this day forth, I am willing to go through fire and water for you, to live and die with you!"
Qinchuan nodded, feeling Qin Shan's sincerity, and replied with a slight smile, "I don't need you to go through fire and water for me, nor do I need you to follow me in life and death. All I want from you is to cultivate hard in the next two months and then defeat a Zhao Family member of your generation in the New Year celebration two months from now."
Qin Shan's expression turned solemn. He bowed deeply, his forehead touching the ground, his gaze unwavering as he declared, "Qin Shan will not let the Clan Leader down!"
"Hmm, rise. Take this Bright Yang Revival Pill; it will remove any hidden dangers in your dantian and quickly replenish the vitality you've lost over these past two years due to its shattering."
Qinchuan spoke lightly, not taking to heart the fact that he had just repaired Qin Shan's dantian, as if this act, shocking enough to astonish the world and overturn the common sense of everyone present, was but a trivial matter for him.
"Thank you, Clan Leader!"
Upon hearing Qinchuan's words, Qin Shan kowtowed fiercely to him once more, then respectfully stood up and received the Bright Yang Revival Pill given by Qinchuan.
At that moment, the look in his eyes towards Qinchuan was filled with gratitude, admiration, and worship!
Afterward, he held the Bright Yang Revival Pill and went to a corner of the courtyard to consume it, eliminating the hidden dangers within his body and regaining the lost vitality.
Meanwhile, in the courtyard,
"Wha... what?" All the elders, including the Ninth Elder, were stunned, their mouths agape, eyes filled with incredulity: "Qin Shan's dantian... has it really been healed?"
They couldn't believe it.
How could this be possible?!
The ancient books clearly stated that once a dantian was shattered, it could not be healed!
This was common knowledge that everyone knew!
But...
What was happening right before their eyes?
Qinchuan had simply applied a few needles.
Qin Shan, whose dantian had been shattered for two years, had his dantian restored in the blink of an eye?
Were they dreaming?
"I must be dreaming; this can't be real, this can't be..."
The Ninth Elder pinched a fellow elder hard, "Not feeling any pain at all, I'm surely dreaming..."
However, the Second Elder, with a murderous look in his eyes, raised his hand and slapped across, "Of course you don't feel pain; you pinched me!"
"Slap..."
"Ah..."