Chapter 8

From the Hundred Weapons Hall, Zong Shou bought the Songwen Fengjian sword and then took the预定的柳叶符刀 and silver needles. The two of them then lost all interest in further sightseeing and directly returned to the carriage.

Suchu Xue had remained silent all along, no longer trying to hide the worry in her eyes.

It wasn't until Zong Shou returned to the carriage that she suddenly spoke, "Young Master, Zong Yu has always been cunning. His words are always half-true, half-false, so don't take them to heart. The Lord is just temporarily out of contact; it's impossible for him to have fallen. With his abilities, how many people in this world could possibly harm him?"

Zong Shou thought to himself, if Zong Yu's words really don't matter, why did you look so distressed, Chuxue?

Even if his father, whom he had never met and had no memory of, hadn't truly fallen, the situation must be extremely dire.

If Zong Yu didn't have a certain level of confidence, how could he possibly take such a huge risk and try to kill him, the heir, without considering the consequences?

Feeling a chill inside, Zong Shou showed no sign of it on his face. He smiled gently and stepped into the carriage.

But when he sat down, his expression was already full of bitter laughter.

What should he do? From the look of Zong Yu, it was clear that he was already confident. He estimated that once he stepped out of this Gu Ling Market, it would be the time for Zong Yu to make his move.

Although he didn't know what cards Zong Yu had, just Zong Yu himself and his two servants were already extremely difficult to deal with.

Could it be that he would die just after arriving in this era?

Although he still didn't understand his situation and didn't know if he had any hope of returning, even a worm would fight for its life, let alone a human?

His gaze gradually turned cold. Zong Shou flipped his right hand and took out several silver needles and a green crystal.

The silver needles were prepared for himself, to be used for acupuncture, which, when combined with guiding techniques, could enhance physical strength.

The green crystal, taken from his own bag, was a beast crystal from a second-stage Green-faced Wolf, worth ten thousand silver coins and a hundred gold taels on the market.

However, if Zong Shou was willing, these two items could be used for other purposes to deal with the imminent crisis.

But once this step was truly taken, it might be impossible to stop or turn back.

If he couldn't reach the peak, he would only face hell.

After a moment of silence, Zong Shou let out a cold laugh. To still hesitate at this point, his character was indeed too weak!

Before entering this Gu Ling Market, he already knew he had no choice, so why hesitate?

He lit the lamp in the carriage and briefly heated the steel needles. Then, without any concern for Chuxue outside, he held the needles in his right hand, as steady as a clamp, and accurately inserted each inch-long steel needle into his body.

Forty needles in total, inserted into various acupoints, he sat cross-legged with a focused expression, seemingly oblivious to the pain.

In the Cloud Realm, there are many races, so everyone's meridians and acupoints are different. Even siblings born to the same parents have slight differences. Only the major acupoints and the nine body meridians are similar.

As a half-demon with two meridians, Zong Shou had to be even more cautious.

These needles were a technique he learned in his previous life, derived from acupuncture, and were more valuable than the highest-level martial arts secrets!

Ordinary martial artists could only know the exact positions of a few common acupoints in one meridian. It wasn't until later medical advancements that this improved.

In his previous life, Zong Shou used this needle technique to accurately find all the acupoints in one meridian!

Whether in terms of cultivation speed or the accumulation of true qi, he was incomparable to ordinary martial artists.

After inserting the steel needles, Zong Shou also activated his inner qi, which circulated in his body like lead and mercury, allowing him to visualize his entire body.

In just a short while, his face turned pale, and his forehead was covered with fine sweat, as if it was more tiring than practicing swordsmanship.

"Nine body meridians, start with the fetal meridian, strengthen the fetal base, and solidify the origin. Two parallel meridians, each with sixteen acupoints, is not bad. But the Wind Spirit acupoints, after searching the entire body several times, I only found five. Well, five it is—"

After just opening the qi sea, his true qi was insufficient to truly measure the entire body. Finding most of them relied on his previous life's experience, which was enough to satisfy him.

In the future, once his cultivation improved, he could fully master this meridian.

What he was most concerned about was finding the Wind Spirit acupoints, a total of five,