Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 69 The Mad Swordsman, So It Was You All Along
My son is injured! Who did this?
Lu Changfeng was startled, his face changed drastically, and without asking any more questions, he hurriedly rushed to the west wing.

As I approached the door, for some reason, I felt a little uneasy.

"No illness."

"It's nothing, I just tripped and fell. There's no need to panic."

Lu Wubing looked somewhat embarrassed.

I knew I couldn't hide it from my parents.

They know themselves so well that they can clearly detect even the slightest abnormality.

He was seriously injured in the series of fierce battles. Although he had been quietly treated outside, there were still some abnormalities.

In particular, with the meridians damaged and the flow of qi and blood blocked, no matter how much you try to cover it up, you can't hide the fact that your complexion is off.

"Let me see!"

Lu Changfeng may not be particularly skilled in life or in martial arts.

When it comes to his area of ​​expertise, he is frighteningly shrewd.

He has an exceptionally keen eye.

"You have yin deficiency and yang excess, and an imbalance of the five elements... What kind of fall could cause such injuries? Did you fall on flat ground?"

Lu Changfeng grew increasingly agitated, his anger reaching his head. Afraid of frightening the child, he stood still, pressing his chest and taking three deep breaths before lowering his voice and speaking gently, "Your acupuncture technique is inadequate; you haven't even stimulated your own vitality. If you continue treating him like this, it will take forever for his injuries to heal. Let me do it."

"vitality?"

Lu Wubing was slightly taken aback. Before he could even think of an excuse, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: "That's it! I knew something was wrong with our family's Six Yang Divine Needles. The internal energy we cultivated was far too weak in attack. It turns out it wasn't internal energy, but vitality. That explains it all."

He had just picked up the Six Yang Divine Needle Technique, which he had learned since childhood, and used silver needles to manipulate that incredibly gentle energy.

However, it was discovered that controlling it was not as intuitive as using the "Dripping Force".

The breath enveloped the wound, merely to make himself feel slightly better.

Just like last time, even with increased internal energy and a higher level of swordsmanship, the aura of the Six Yang Divine Needles was still useless.

The expected rapid recovery did not occur...

At this point, he realized that he hadn't just learned the basics, but hadn't even mastered the basics.

What does it mean to be ignorant and incompetent?

That's it.

Thinking about his actions before he was aware of the mystery of his unborn child, Lu Wubing felt ashamed once again.

However, since it's me anyway, I shouldn't be too harsh on myself.

Just like in a past life.

When I was fifteen or sixteen, I didn't know anything and lived like a fool, completely lost and confused.

When one truly understands the ways of the world and sees clearly the rules of how society operates, it is only after entering society and experiencing setbacks and hardships.

One cannot grow into a mature person without experiencing poverty; one remains naive without facing setbacks.

Heroes have always emerged from hell, while wealth and honor have always been found in the mortal world...

People always have to go through certain things before they can transform.

Otherwise, if you live a carefree life, you might never grow up.

"Go ahead and treat him. I was thinking that you were busy treating patients and saving lives, so I didn't want to bother you."

Lu Wubing couldn't help but admire his father's speed in recovering from his injuries, and he didn't try to be brave at this moment.

"You silly child, what kind of patient could be more important than you?"

Chen Yulian, her face full of anger, followed in at some point. She glared at Lu Changfeng and said, "What are you standing there for? Can't you see the child is like this?"

Despite her soft-spoken manner, Lu Wubing knew that when his mother got angry, she could be quite frightening.

This is her taking her anger out on her father, blaming him for not coming back sooner.

You can't speak up for your father, or you might get yourself into trouble and be nagged all day long. He might even sit in front of you and cry non-stop, giving you a huge headache.

Lu Wubing quickly rolled up his sleeves, revealing his arms.

"call out……"

Upon seeing the state of Lu Wubing's arm, Lu Changfeng and Chen Yulian trembled with pain and gasped in shock.

Lu Changfeng is fine, though.

He simply took off the medicine box hanging on his shoulder with a serious expression and hurriedly prepared silver needles and other tools.

Chen Yulian swayed, almost bursting into tears.

"Although it looks scary, it's actually not that serious."

Lu Wubing sighed.

"You call this not serious?" Lu Changfeng reached out and touched his injured arm, which looked like a purple sweet potato. He squinted slightly, sensed it for a moment, and said in a deep voice, "The bone is cracked; it almost broke into several pieces. The Hand Shaoyin Heart Meridian, Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian, and Hand Jueyin Pericardium Meridian were all severed..."

"If it weren't for a gentle yet incredibly resilient energy firmly locking the injury in place, preventing it from worsening, your arm would probably be completely useless by now."

Even though he told himself not to get angry, Lu Changfeng's tone gradually rose and became slightly sharp.

Are you feeling short of breath, agitated, and cold all over, as if it's winter?

"Yes……"

Lu Wubing nodded quickly, his father was absolutely right.

The gentle yet resilient energy he described was actually the "dripping water force".

Although the basic internal skill of the Tianxing Sect is only for building a foundation, its lower limit is low enough, and its upper limit is high enough.

Aside from the drawback of slow cultivation speed, it has all the advantages.

It can truly be called a superior technique.

Zhongzheng is peaceful, a drop of water penetrates a stone, and thousands of streams form a sea.

If someone can endure countless lonely hours and spend decades or even centuries cultivating this internal skill, they can also reach an extremely high level.

Of course, whether one has enough lifespan to cultivate is another matter entirely.

Lu Wubing felt that his speed in practicing this technique was already many times faster than that of ordinary people, yet he still felt it was incredibly slow.

It takes a lot of effort to open up even one acupoint.

However, the good thing is that once the meridians are unblocked, they are naturally formed, seemingly unbreakable yet reconnectable, incredibly strong and resilient, and extremely durable.

This is where Lu Wubing's confidence in gradually recovering from his injuries comes from.

"This was caused by someone using powerful internal force to attack your meridians along your arm. It must have been transmitted remotely... If it had been a direct contact, your arm would have exploded long ago."

Lu Changfeng switched to "Divine Doctor Mode": "Also, judging from the way your internal energy is surging around, it's probably not just your arm that's injured; your dantian must have been injured as well. Lift up your clothes and take a look..."

"His eyes are like those of a divine eye," Lu Rubing thought to himself. Now nothing could be hidden anymore.

He lifted the shirt over his abdomen and saw a dark purple mark imprinted on his skin.

The bruises showed radial cracks that spread outwards.

"This injury was caused by the internal energy emanating from the weapon. It was a staff-shaped weapon, but fortunately it didn't strike solidly."

Lu Changfeng said slowly.

With fingers as swift as the wind, she produced fourteen silver needles without even realizing it.

They were stuck on Lu Wubing's arms and lower abdomen, forming strange patterns.

Divide into two groups and apply to the wound.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like the two square characters.

Chen Yulian was already sobbing uncontrollably: "You child, even if there's danger, can't we escape? Go to Jin Yutang, or if that doesn't work, escape to Tianxing Peak. Do you think they'll dare to keep chasing us?"

"what?"

Lu Changfeng was completely confused.

"You blockhead, can't you see it yet? The injury to Wubing Dantian was caused by a master who could project internal energy outwards."

The fact that he could dodge a blow at close range proves that the opponent was only a fourth-rank, and his internal energy could not be projected more than ten feet.

His arm was penetrated by internal force, damaging his meridians and causing little shock, which must have been caused by the long-range internal force.

This kind of injury is something most fourth-rank experts can't achieve; it requires a third-rank master.

Then the problem is coming.

Surely it can't be for no reason that one's own child was injured by a fourth-rank expert or even a third-rank expert.
Moreover, the fact that he survived the injury and even escaped unscathed suggests that he was not fighting back at all, even though he was being attacked the entire time.

This led to news that spread like wildfire throughout Mingyang City.

The dead [Baoxiang Amitabha] Xiao Shan and Tang Baye, as well as the defeated and escaped Gu Dongting...

Chen Yulian knew perfectly well how she got this injury.

"The Mad Swordsman?"

"It was you...!"

Lu Changfeng and Chen Yulian were both utterly shocked.

I felt both happy and sad.

To his delight, his son possessed such swordsmanship and formidable strength.

Sadly, the family got into trouble, and in the end, it was their sixteen-year-old son who had to shoulder everything.

(End of this chapter)