Peach Blossom Dual Cultivation

Nine silver needles were inserted almost simultaneously. This technique is indeed something beyond the capabilities of an ordinary person, especially since the candles in the Feiyun Temple provided only dim light, not the bright illumination of fluorescent lamps. The fact that it was accomplished in less than a second is astounding. This needle technique, lost for centuries, is known as the Nine Turns Soul-Returning Needle Technique. No wonder Master Fangzhi was quite shaken. Master Fangzhi is also highly skilled in medicine and acupuncture, but he can only manage three needles at once.

At this moment, Qin Pojun also reacted slightly, realizing that Master Zhou indeed had some extraordinary skills.

Zhou Lang did not stop his actions. His body surged with internal energy, and he employed the acupuncture techniques he had learned from the Dual Cultivation Manual to the fullest. Holding a needle in each hand, he gently inserted his internal energy into the old General Qin’s meridians while simultaneously applying a lifting and pressing technique to guide and nourish the general’s meridians.

Each pair of needles remained in place for about three minutes before Zhou Lang would switch to another pair to continue the acupuncture.

A few minutes later, a look of pain appeared on General Qin’s face.

“Master Zhou, stop quickly! My grandfather seems to be in pain,” Qin Pojun noticed the change in the old general’s expression and loudly called out to stop him.

“Young Master Qin, there’s no need to worry. Please don’t disturb Master Zhou,” Master Fangzhi quickly intervened, whispering, “The old general’s leg had lost all sensation, but now he feels pain, which means that Master Zhou’s Nine Turns Soul-Returning Needle is working. If the old general were truly uncomfortable, he would speak up.”

After thinking for a moment, and seeing General Qin wave his hand, Qin Pojun said nothing more.

“General Qin, how do you feel now?”

Zhou Lang continued his work, and after more than ten minutes, the acupuncture was completed. However, during this time, he consumed a lot of internal energy. Although his face didn’t turn pale, it would be difficult for him to continue the treatment.

“I felt pain just now, something I haven’t felt in years,” the old general’s pained expression faded, revealing a hint of joy.

“General, you can try to move now,” Zhou Lang said with a slight smile.

“Is that possible?”

This time, even Master Fangzhi was doubtful. General Qin’s leg had been immobile for three years, and even with the miraculous Nine Turns Soul-Returning, it seemed unlikely to see such quick results in just a few minutes.

But the next moment, Master Fangzhi, Qin Pojun, and Zhao Xiaorou were all stunned. The right leg that had been treated with acupuncture slowly lifted, while the untreated left leg remained motionless.

“Master Zhou, after three years, I finally see some hope,” General Qin sighed. At his age and with his position, he had already grown indifferent to worldly affairs. He had come to Master Fangzhi with little hope, but now, meeting Zhou Lang gave him new expectations.

“Don’t worry, General. I’ll give you acupuncture every day. In just a week, you won’t need any help to walk on your own,” Zhou Lang said confidently.

“The legendary Nine Turns Soul-Returning Needle is indeed miraculous,” Master Fangzhi exclaimed.

“Of course, this technique requires a person of profound cultivation to perform. My skills are not shallow, but even if I had this peerless needle technique, I wouldn’t be able to use it. Master Zhou, you truly deserve the title of a divine healer of our time.”

“Master, you flatter me,” Zhou Lang responded with a modest smile. He had mastered most of the medical techniques from the Dual Cultivation Manual, but he knew his cultivation was still shallow. According to the book, beyond the Qi Refining stage are the Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, and Nascent Soul stages. Zhou Lang had just stepped through the door of cultivation, far from the abilities of flying and immortality.

This is why he hadn’t sought revenge on Ye Qianqian and Nie Yuanxiong immediately. Who knows, there might be other cultivators in this world. He needed to become stronger first.

“Master Zhou, you are young but possess such high cultivation. I didn’t know our Feiyun City had such a talented youth. If you don’t mind, could you tell me where you learned your skills?”

Master Fangzhi asked, curious to know who could have taught Zhou Lang.

As soon as he spoke, General Qin, Qin Pojun, and Zhao Xiaorou all looked at Zhou Lang, as this was a question everyone wanted to know.

“My skills are all inherited from my ancestors. My parents died young, and my grandfather is no longer alive, so I’m all alone,” Zhou Lang replied with a faint smile.

“Master, you can ask him later. Please allow Master Zhou to continue treating my grandfather; only his right leg has been treated so far, the left leg still needs attention,” Qin Pojun urged.

“Young Master Qin, acupuncture is very draining of internal energy. Let Master Zhou rest for a moment,” Master Fangzhi advised.

“Master Zhou, I don’t understand these things. Please forgive me,” Qin Pojun said, a bit embarrassed.

“Don’t worry, Young Master Qin. I’ll rest a bit and then treat General Qin,” Zhou Lang replied.

“Let’s go to my meditation room,” Master Fangzhi suggested.

…

Half an hour later, Zhou Lang emerged from Master Fangzhi’s meditation room and once again performed acupuncture on General Qin.

After the treatment, Zhou Lang took his leave, agreeing to return every evening to treat the old general.

General Qin offered to have his grandson, Qin Pojun, drive Zhou Lang home, but Zhou Lang politely declined. He rode off on his bicycle, with Zhao Xiaorou on the back.

The moon was high in the sky. Zhou Lang’s vision had improved to the point where he could see clearly on the mountain road and even notice details several hundred meters away. As a result, the bicycle sped down the winding road like an arrow.

“Brother Lang, you’re amazing! You’re a cultivator. Could you teach me martial arts or cultivation techniques in the future?”

Zhao Xiaorou asked, sitting in the back seat. Since the road was downhill, her body leaned forward, causing her softness to press against Zhou Lang’s back.

She didn’t seem to mind the closeness, but Zhou Lang found it a bit overwhelming. After all, she wasn’t small in that area, and the softness pressing against his back made it hard for him to stay focused.

When Zhao Xiaorou spoke, Zhou Lang finally managed to divert his attention a bit.

“You know about cultivation techniques?”

Zhou Lang asked curiously. It was surprising that Zhao Xiaorou, being an orphan, would know about these things.

“I heard some old people talk about it, and I’ve read some novels. Earlier, that old monk at Feiyun Temple said you were a cultivator,” Zhao Xiaorou explained, a flash of panic crossing her face before she quickly recovered, smiling again.

“To become a cultivator, you have to start with martial arts. Martial arts are tough, and I’m not sure a girl like you could endure it,” Zhou Lang replied. Although he became a master overnight due to a fortuitous encounter, he knew that others, even with a lifetime of effort, might never reach a grandmaster level, let alone enter the realm of cultivation.