However, as Song Zhijun made a move to lift him, he found that Xiao Yifeng was like an iron tower, utterly immovable; his feet seemed to have merged with the ground. Song Zhijun exerted eighty percent of his strength, yet his opponent didn’t budge an inch.
"Impressive lad, you’re actually a practitioner!"
Song Zhijun’s face changed as he looked at Xiao Yifeng, unleashing all his strength in that moment, his arm veins bulging.
"Enough, I don’t have time to play with you!"
Xiao Yifeng said, his body shaking off a burst of Dark Energy from within, sending Song Zhijun staggering back with each shock. Just as he was about to make another move, Xiao Yifeng suddenly said.
"If you keep wasting time, your old man is done for."
Upon hearing Xiao Yifeng’s words, Song Zhijun’s expression froze. At this moment, Han Jianbin, the president of the Tianhai Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, who had remained silent, spoke to Xiao Yifeng, "Young man, can you truly treat Elder Song’s illness without using xuefu ling?"
"Such a trivial illness, what need is there for xuefu ling!"
Xiao Yifeng snorted coldly, causing a group of medical professors to feel indignant, thinking to themselves that this young man really wasn’t afraid of his boasts being too big.
Xiao Yifeng took out an acupuncture kit from his person, spread it out, and revealed rows of silver needles of varying sizes and thicknesses. At this sight, everyone gasped.
"Acupuncture? Could it be..." Han Jianbin’s eyes fixated on the row of silver needles, a strange glint flashing through them.
Xiao Yifeng first unfolded Elder Song’s blanket and opened his clothes, then with a flick of his right hand, a silver needle as fine as a hair appeared. Power surged, and the silver needle quivered lightly.
The next second, Xiao Yifeng decisively inserted the silver needle into an acupoint on Elder Song’s chest, pushing it in halfway.
Seeing this scene, the medical professors were all startled, their eyes becoming somewhat vacant, while Han Jianbin narrowed his eyes slightly, a look of surprise sweeping over him.
A few seconds later, Xiao Yifeng was holding another silver needle, accurately piercing another acupoint on Elder Song’s body, with remarkably fast speed.
Then, he inserted three more needles into three different acupoints in succession, and at this moment, Han Jianbin’s eyes gleamed as if he realized something, muttering to himself, "Qian Sky!"
With each phrase Han Jianbin uttered, the brightness in his eyes grew more intense. By the end, his expression became excited, his gaze fixated on Xiao Yifeng’s needling hand.
After completing the fifth needle, Xiao Yifeng’s expression turned solemn. The special power within him started to circulate, and he brandished the sixth needle, piercing another acupoint on Elder Song’s body.
As Han Jianbin uttered the name again, his expression was completely thrilled, while the group of medical professors looked at their president’s behavior with puzzled and perplexed expressions, not understanding what was happening.
When Xiao Yifeng inserted another needle, his brows became extremely grave. After this needle was in place, Han Jianbin shouted, "Wind God!"
The final needle, Xiao Yifeng inserted it slowly, bit by bit, into one of the acupoints on Elder Song’s body.
When Han Jianbin uttered these two words, he shuddered, his face showing a look of utter shock.
At this moment, the eight silver needles inserted on Elder Song’s body formed a perfect Eight Trigrams Taiji pattern. The needles attracted each other, trembling violently, and all at once flashed a bright white light together, shocking all the onlookers.
Xiao Yifeng’s hands continuously shifted over the eight silver needles, muttering, "Qiankun Bagua, Yin and Yang Transformation!"
The power of Starforce surged from the three major acupoints within Xiao Yifeng’s body, flowing through those eight silver needles into Elder Song’s body, improving the functions of his internal organs and treating his illness.
"It’s truly the Eight Trigrams Acupuncture Technique!"
Han Jianbin blurted out, his face filled with shock and his complexion drastically changed.
A minute later, Xiao Yifeng’s face turned slightly pale, he took a deep breath, waved his hand, and all eight silver needles were pulled out from Elder Song’s body, then Xiao Yifeng tucked away the small bag.
"All done, the old man is alright now," Xiao Yifeng said to Song Zhiyuan.
"Really?" Song Zhiyuan was somewhat incredulous.
"Indeed, President Song no longer has major health issues, he just needs to rest and recuperate well," Han Jianbin spoke up, startling everyone.
"He really is alright now?"
This group of medical professors began examining Elder Song one after another, and soon they each showed an expression of immense shock. Elder Song was indeed alright now, and the Song brothers were even more astounded.
"Brother Xiao, you are truly amazing, thank you!"
Song Zhiyuan looked at Xiao Yifeng with a grateful face, while Song Zhijun also watched Xiao Yifeng with eyes flickering with amazement.
"Spare me the nonsense, I still have things to do, goodbye," Xiao Yifeng said as he prepared to leave.
"Master Xiao, wait a moment!"
Han Jianbin suddenly called out, quickly walked up to Xiao Yifeng, his expression was a mix of excitement, nervousness, and shock, and also carried a measure of reverence and admiration.
The group of medical professors was even more shocked upon hearing the esteemed president of the Tianhai Traditional Chinese Medicine Association and a top medical expert in Tianhai address a man in his twenties as a master.
It’s not just anyone that Han Jianbin would call a master.
"Is there something you need?" Xiao Yifeng glanced at him casually.
"Master Xiao, was that the legendary Eight Trigrams Acupuncture Technique that you just used?" Han Jianbin looked at Xiao Yifeng expectantly.
"Oh, you know about the Eight Trigrams Acupuncture Technique, huh? Not bad," Xiao Yifeng glanced at Han Jianbin with a hint of surprise. This Eight Trigrams Acupuncture Technique was something he learned from the Yin-Yang Forbidden Tome, a miraculous acupuncture technique that improves the vitality of human organs. He didn’t expect that anyone else would recognize it.
"Indeed, it’s the Eight Trigrams Acupuncture Technique. I never imagined I’d have the fortune to witness this legendary acupuncture technique today," Han Jianbin said with a sense of wonder.
"Is there a need to be so excited?"
Xiao Yifeng pursed his lips, thinking to himself that although the Eight Trigrams Acupuncture Technique was decent, it was only considered a second-rate technique in the Yin-Yang Forbidden Tome, not particularly impressive. He found it ridiculous how excited the old man was getting; he seemed so naive.
If Han Jianbin had heard what Xiao Yifeng was thinking, he might have been so frustrated that he coughed up blood. After all, the Eight Trigrams Acupuncture Technique was a legendary technique known for its powerful healing effects.
Many masters of traditional Chinese medicine wished to see it but never had the chance, and yet it seemed insignificant to Xiao Yifeng.
It could only be blamed on the fact that the Yin-Yang Forbidden Tome Xiao Yifeng possessed was incredibly powerful, containing all sorts of miraculous acupuncture techniques.
The Eight Trigrams Acupuncture Technique was naturally considered second-rate compared to others; the tome even included miraculous techniques that could bring the dead back to life or regrow flesh from bones.
These powerful acupuncture techniques were currently beyond Xiao Yifeng’s ability to perform fully, primarily due to his lack of strength.
However, what Xiao Yifeng demonstrated today, if word got out, would be enough to shock the entire traditional Chinese medicine community in China.