My Ares Son-in-Law

Because of this, in the minds of Cheng Tianan and Zhao Chunhua, since Xiao Chen claimed so confidently that he could use the Snow Lotus Needle, he must have been absolutely sure and was not just talking nonsense. This also meant that Zhao Chuanshen's disease, which was considered difficult to cure, finally ushered in a real turning point.

Elder Xue looked at Xiao Chen, his disdain evident on his face. He snorted coldly, his laughter was sharp and harsh, like the cold wind in winter, with a biting mockery:
"This is ridiculous! You have never even stepped into the threshold of our Snow Lotus Sect, and have never received the orthodox medical inheritance of our sect. How could you possibly master our Snow Lotus Sect's supreme and unique skill - the Snow Lotus Divine Needle? This is simply a foolish dream!"

As Elder Xue spoke, he slowly shook his head. The suspicion and contempt in his eyes were like materialized arrows, shooting straight at Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen's expression was as calm as water. He faced Xue Lao's questioning gaze calmly and said in a calm but firm tone:
"The Snow Lotus Divine Needle is indeed highly respected in your Snow Lotus Sect. If you trace its origins, you will find that it did not come out of thin air. It is actually derived from the ancient "Yellow Emperor's Acupuncture and Moxibustion", but this classic has long been lost and few people know its origins. And I happened to have the honor of studying it."

When Xiao Chen spoke, his posture was as straight as a pine tree, neither humble nor arrogant, and his calm tone contained a kind of confidence that could not be ignored, as if he was declaring to everyone his absolute control over this medical skill.

When Elder Xue heard what Xiao Chen said, he was startled for a moment, then he raised his head and laughed. The laughter echoed in the ward, sounding particularly harsh, as if to completely crush Xiao Chen's words:

"You are talking nonsense! The Snow Lotus Needle was created by our Snow Lotus Sect's founder with great effort. Its acupuncture technique is exquisite and unique. It has nothing to do with the illusory "Yellow Emperor's Acupuncture and Moxibustion". You are just talking nonsense!"

Old Xue laughed so hard that he fell forward and backward. The wrinkles on his face were squeezed together tightly due to excessive laughter, forming ravines. The disdain and ridicule in his eyes became more and more intense.

After laughing, Elder Xue suddenly stopped smiling and his expression became extremely serious. He stared at Xiao Chen and continued, "Let's take a step back and say that even if you really learned the Snow Lotus Needle as you said.

But you have to know that our Xuelian Sect is full of talented people. Over the years, under the personal guidance of the old sect master, countless medical geniuses have devoted themselves to research. Even so, no one has been able to fully master the Xuelian Divine Needle.

In the entire Snow Lotus Sect, only three people, including me, have gone through untold hardships to barely master 30% of it. Even if we travel around the world practicing medicine to save people, we dare not easily claim that we are proficient in the Snow Lotus Needle, for fear that our skills are not sophisticated enough and will tarnish the reputation of the Snow Lotus Sect.

And you, an outsider who has no master's inheritance and only learns by yourself, how could you possibly learn this profound and unfathomable skill?"

As Xue Lao spoke, he looked Xiao Chen up and down as if he were examining his prey, his eyes full of suspicion and inquiry, as if he wanted to dig out every secret of Xiao Chen.

"I think you just learned a little bit by chance, and you think you have mastered the Snow Lotus Needle, right?" Old Xue raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a mocking sneer. That smile was like a sharp blade, carrying deep doubt and denial.

Xiao Chen's face was as cold as ice, and his whole body exuded a coldness that kept people at a distance. His eyes were like cold stars, shooting straight at Old Xue, and the coldness in them seemed to be able to freeze the air.

He raised his chin slightly, straightened his back, showing his pride, and his deep voice was filled with bone-chilling coldness, as if it was filled with ice: "Master Xue, as a doctor, you should be rigorous, prudent, humble and tolerant in the way of medicine.

"But what about you? You have not even witnessed the process of my medical skills, but you have made arbitrary judgments and accusations. Isn't this too hasty and arbitrary? The Snow Lotus Sect has been passed down for thousands of years. It was once so glorious in the medical field, but now even the Snow Lotus Needle, the sect's unique skill, is facing the dilemma of being lost. In my opinion, this is probably related to your arrogant and rude attitude. It is a good thing that there are so many geniuses in your sect, but you can't even understand the simple truth that 'there must be a teacher among three people'. You are blindly immersed in the glory of the past, arrogant and self-satisfied. How can you not decline like this?"

Xiao Chen's words became increasingly fierce, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Xue Lao's heart hard.

At first, Xiao Chen thought that Xue was older than him and they were both from the same medical school, so he wanted to give him some face and spoke with reservations.

But along the way, Old Xue's condescending and arrogant attitude, his disdain for secular medical skills, and his groundless doubts and ridicules towards him, all these things finally ignited the long-suppressed anger in Xiao Chen's heart, and his disgust for Old Xue spread like wild weeds.

At this moment, Xiao Chen no longer had any scruples. His words were as sharp as a knife, hitting the point directly and mercilessly.

When Mr. Xue heard Xiao Chen's merciless accusation, he exploded like a lit powder keg.

His face turned red instantly, like a ripe tomato, as if it would bleed in the next second. The veins on his forehead bulged like angry little snakes, and his eyes were wide open, almost spitting fire.

He took a big step forward, the soles of his shoes rubbing against the ground made a "crunching" sound, he raised his arms high, pointed his fingers at Xiao Chen with trembling hands, and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"You are such a good brat! Since you are so confident, then don't just talk and do nothing! Didn't you swear that you can cure Zhao Chuanshen? Then hurry up and do it, let me see how capable you are, and whether you really have mastered the Snow Lotus Needle!"

While yelling, Old Xue stomped his feet hard, as if he wanted to stamp through the floor, as if only in this way could he vent the burning anger in his heart.

Xiao Chen looked at Xue Lao's furious expression, the corners of his mouth slowly rose, revealing a mocking sneer. That smile was full of disdain, as if silently mocking Xue Lao's gaffe and shallowness.

He spoke slowly, his voice calm but with a power that could not be ignored, as if it could penetrate all doubts: "So what if it does, so what if it doesn't? In your eyes, the Snow Lotus Needle may be the supreme and insurmountable existence, but in my opinion, it is just a manifestation of medical skills, not some unattainable myth."

As Xiao Chen spoke, he shook his head slightly, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes, as if he felt sorry for Xue Lao's narrow-mindedness and stubbornness.

When Elder Xue saw that Xiao Chen was still so calm and composed, the rage in his heart burned like wildfire.

He gritted his teeth, his cheeks puffed up slightly because of the force, and said coldly: "Humph, stop being so mysterious and bluffing here! I tell you, you will never be able to master the complete Snow Lotus Needle!" (End of this chapter)