The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 940: Profound Primordial Needle

Reading the records of his lineage stirred a tangle of emotions in Ling Feng's heart.

His grandfather had likely followed the family's ancestral teachings and avoided martial cultivation. Yet something must have occurred later. Otherwise, he would not have forbidden Ling Kun (the old servant who raised Ling Feng) from ever speaking of the Eye of the Emperor.

In the end, it was only through accidentally awakening that eye that Ling Feng discovered the truth of his lineage.

And this secret most likely involved his father!

Sensing the faint killing intent that had begun to rise from him, Tuoba Yan stepped closer and spoke softly.

"Ling Feng? What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

He shook his head and snapped out of his thoughts, then smiled faintly.

"Let's go see the vice-captain."

Tuoba Yan's eyes lit up. "You mean... you can treat Gong Cheng now?"

"Mm." Ling Feng gave a small nod. "What do you think I've been doing these past three days?"

He raised an eyebrow. The weight of history was still heavy, but he had no intention of being crushed beneath it. Now that he understood the Heavenly Dao Clan's tragic downfall, these records no longer struck him as devastating.

Rather than drowning in grief or fury, he chose to channel those emotions into cultivation.

One day, the Heaven-Patrolling Angels would pay the price in blood!

Before long, Ling Feng arrived at Gong Cheng's courtyard.

Another three days passed. Gong Cheng still lay motionless in bed, unable to move at all. Yet compared to his physical injuries, the despair in his heart ran far deeper.

A cripple!

What good were plans or strategy in a world where strength ruled above all?

Gu Tengfeng had recovered somewhat and could now walk short distances. But watching his sworn brother waste away had taken a toll on him.

"Ling Feng!"

At the sight of him, Xue Xiaolin and Gu Tengfeng quickly came forward. Both looked worn, especially Xue Xiaolin, who had been tending to the two men without rest.

Even the dullest heart would have been moved by such dedication.

Their bond had clearly grown stronger over these days.

"Captain, you shouldn't be walking around with those injuries." Ling Feng caught Gu Tengfeng's arm to steady him. "Bones take time to heal. You don't want to leave behind lasting harm."

"I'm not that delicate!" Gu Tengfeng shook his head, then sighed again as he looked toward Gong Cheng's room.

"How has the vice-captain been?" Ling Feng asked, his tone turning serious.

"No better. He says he's accepted it and tells us not to worry, but once he's alone, he sighs and cries." Gu Tengfeng clenched his jaw. "Even now, he still thinks about others first."

Ling Feng drew a deep breath and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry, Captain. Over the past few days, I've been poring through ancient medical texts. I've found a way to restore a damaged dantian. The vice-captain's condition isn't hopeless."

Thud!

Before anyone could finish speaking, a heavy sound came from inside the room. Gong Cheng had fallen from his bed.

They rushed in to find him collapsed on the floor.

Gu Tengfeng's face darkened. "Gong Cheng, what are you doing?"

"Don't worry about me. I'm fine!" Gong Cheng, still paralyzed, looked up at Ling Feng with desperation in his eyes. "Ling Feng... can you really..."

"I can heal you!"

Ling Feng helped him back onto the bed. His voice carried calm certainty. "Give me one month. I will have you fully recovered!"

"For real? You're not joking?"

Hope flared in Gong Cheng's eyes. It was the one thing he had longed to hear.

"Of course." Ling Feng gave a faint smile. "Just rest well and eat properly. Don't tell me you still doubt my medical skills."

"I don't! I absolutely don't!"

Gong Cheng nodded vigorously. His voice trembled with excitement.

Standing nearby, Gu Tengfeng and Xue Xiaolin exchanged glances. Both smiled in relief. Ling Feng would not have spoken so lightly unless he was completely certain.

"Good. Get some rest for now. I'll begin preparing the prescriptions."

Ling Feng rubbed the bridge of his nose. Given Gong Cheng's current condition, the first step was to nourish his shattered dantian with medicinal herbs. After that, he would reconstruct Gong Cheng's qi sea using the Profound Primordial Needle technique recorded in the latter half of The Profound Art of Acupuncture and Moxibustion.

There existed no other technique in the world capable of achieving such a result.

However, the needle technique's difficulty was extreme. Even Yan Jingfeng, the Yan clan's eldest son and famed prodigy in the medical arts, had only barely grasped fragments of it.

Yet even that limited understanding had earned him a reputation as one of the continent's finest Daoist physicians.

The true profundity of the text defied imagination.

After reassuring Gong Cheng again, Ling Feng departed and summoned the mansion's two enshrined protectors, Wu and Sun, to the main hall.

Now that Ling Feng held a true general's rank and his name resounded throughout the capital, the two old men no longer showed even a hint of arrogance. They appeared with swift obedience, their attitude humble and respectful.

In the past, they might have considered themselves to be servants of the emperor! Now, they lived for General Weiyuan, and if they were to die, they would die as his men as well!

"General, how may we serve?"

Enshrined Protector Wu stepped forward with a deep bow, his face all smiles.

"It's nothing complicated."

Ling Feng casually tossed out a list. Enshrined Protector Wu hurried to catch it and held it carefully in both hands. A quick glance revealed rows upon rows of rare medicinal ingredients, not a single one among them was common.

"General, these herbs..."

Wu's expression tightened. He exchanged a glance with Enshrined Protector Sun.

"You both served in the palace for years. You must have contacts in the imperial medical bureau."

"A little, but I only know one or two divine imperial physicians, and not very well at that."

"That's enough." Ling Feng waved his hand. "Go to them and acquire everything on that list. I want ten sets of each."

"Just ask for them directly?" Enshrined Protector Wu asked hesitantly.

"No. Demand them."

Both protectors nearly jumped. "General, this..."

One set alone could empty the vaults of a small sect. Ten sets might rival the imperial treasury.

"General, these materials..."

"His Majesty has already decreed that the imperial family will bear all costs for Vice-Captain Gong Cheng's treatment." Ling Feng's tone remained steady. "If anyone dares object, remind them of the emperor's own words. I doubt anyone will refuse."

He raised an eyebrow. The cost meant little to him, but there was no reason to spare the imperial family's purse.

The Tianbai King had already made a clear decree. As the ruler of the entire realm, there was no way he could go back on his word. Ling Feng only asked for ten sets instead of a hundred out of respect for Feng Mo(Ninth Prince Mo Feng)!

Hearing this, the enshrined protectors' concerns vanished. They bowed deeply with renewed energy.

"General, we will not fail you!"

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