Chapter 563: 499 Ying Zijin: This Acupuncture Technique is my creation [2 more updates] Chapter 563: 499 Ying Zijin: This Acupuncture Technique is my creation [2 more updates] The Ancestor of the Foo Family is none other than Foo Xi.

Foo Xi was extraordinarily gifted, which is why she took a disciple to continue the heritage of Ancient Medicine.

However, modern Ancient Medicine, after developing for hundreds of years, has branched into far too many side branches, most of which are indeed unrelated to her.

Still, when it comes to orthodoxy, disciples from Foo Xi’s lineage naturally hold that claim.

As kind-hearted as she was, Foo Xi was actively providing treatments across Hua Country without seeking any compensation before she completely retired into seclusion in the ancient medical field.

Later, when she returned to the ancient medical field, she began taking disciples, spreading and glorifying Ancient Medicine.

Ying Zijin never paid attention to how many disciples Foo Xi had.

After all, by that time, she had left Earth to return to the Spirit Cultivation World.

This time, having been reborn, she was only aware that Foo Xi was still alive; she hadn’t paid much mind to anything else.

According to what Lin Qingjia had said, Yuxuan was her first-generation disciple, the Ancient Divine Doctor was her second-generation disciple, and Lin Qingjia was her third-generation disciple.

It seemed that her lineage was quite robust and held great prestige in the ancient medical field.

Upon awakening this time, she found herself with quite a few juniors.

Ying Zijin leaned against the wall and didn’t leave; she just watched.

“I have examined the patient, and the reason he remains comatose is that the poison has attacked his heart channels and nerves, causing issues with both his heart and mind,” the Ancient Divine Doctor stated, stroking his beard confidently, “Detoxification will require not just herbs, but also the accompaniment of Acupuncture Techniques.”

“I am confident that after one session of acupuncture, I can awaken the patient,” he asserted.

Hearing this, Evan’s expression brightened, “Good, western doctors have also concluded that my father’s nerves have indeed been affected.”

It seems that this practitioner of Ancient Medicine does have some skills.

The Ancient Divine Doctor received a long case from his medicine boy and opened it.

Inside, it was filled with silver needles of varying lengths, each gleaming with a cold light.

The Ancient Divine Doctor picked up one of the needles, sterilized it with alcohol and fire, and aimed the silver needle at the Shaoshang acupoint of the Head of Bevin Family.

Rita’s expression changed, about to intervene.

In detoxification, she truly only trusted Ying Zijin.

But before she could take action, the Ancient Divine Doctor’s hand suddenly trembled, and the silver needle in his hand rapidly turned black.

Not just the one in his hand, but all the needles in the box turned black, too.

Rita was taken aback and looked toward the girl.

Only a Poison Master could achieve this in the blink of an eye.

The middle-aged man’s expression changed, “My lord, what is this about?”

Ying Zijin smoothed her black sleeve indifferently, “Inviting me here, yet showing me no respect, such rubbish Acupuncture Techniques are displeasing to my eye.”

Such words were typically spoken by the Ancient Divine Doctor himself; never had they been directed at him.

He became so angry that his beard skewed, his fingers trembling, “You, you…”

The Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles, ah!

This was an acupuncture method inherited from Ancient Medicine, and only a handful of people in the ancient medical field knew it. What would a person from O Continent understand?

The box of silver needles was specially made, and the Ancient Divine Doctor had been using it for thirty years, treating it as dear as his own son.

He hadn’t brought spare silver needles on his trip to O Continent; with the needles destroyed, bereft of his tools, how could he treat the patient?

The Ancient Divine Doctor’s face turned ashen.

Rita glanced at the destroyed silver needles, “Whatever the cost, get it from the Treasury. The Bevin Family is not short on money.”

These words, to the Ancient Divine Doctor’s ears, were an insult.

Even with Lin Qingjia’s mediation, he refused to stay any longer.

With a cold face, the Ancient Divine Doctor stood up, “If something goes wrong with this patient in the future, please do not call for me. I will not take responsibility, nor will I ever come here again!” And with that, he left.

But nobody tried to retain him.

The Ancient Divine Doctor’s expression grew even worse.

Meanwhile, the middle-aged man followed, sighing, “I apologize, Miss Lin. This has been an oversight on my part, causing an unnecessary trip for you.”

Rumors concerning the Number One Poison Master were scarce.

But clearly, the Number One Poison Master had lived a long time.

Even a top ten Poison Master could greatly slow down the aging of cells and increase their division capabilities through the use of poisons.

In terms of age, even the Ancient Divine Doctor would have to call him Ancestor.

Of course, he didn’t voice that thought.

“You are too courteous, Head of Taylor Family,” smiled Lin Qingjia, “My medical skills weren’t sufficient, that’s all.”

“Miss Lin is being too modest,” said the middle-aged man once more, “The Ancient Divine Doctor’s silver needles will be compensated by the Taylor Family.”

The Ancient Divine Doctor snorted coldly, not responding.

“Ancient Divine Doctor,” Lin Qingjia pointed to her head, her lips pursed, “My mother here has also had an issue, please see if you can cure her after you return.”

The face of the Ancient Divine Doctor relaxed slightly, “Of course.”

O Continentals may not recognize true worth, but there will always be those who know.

He was not yet ready to showcase the ultimate art of their lineage to foreigners.

**
In the sickroom.

Evan and Yiwen, unable to withstand the fear brought on by the Number One Poison Master, found excuses to leave, too.

“Find the remaining medicines and bring them to me,” Ying Zijin nodded slightly, “With the medicinal herbs at hand, he will wake up very soon.”

Rita nodded, her curiosity piqued, “Was that Acupuncture Technique really trash?”

She didn’t understand Chinese medicine, much less Ancient Medicine, but she had to admit that the Ancient Divine Doctor’s explanations were logical.

Yawning, Ying Zijin’s brows and eyes carried a lazy expression, “It depends on who it’s used on and where it’s used. His needle can’t save people, it will kill them.”

Indeed, the Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles were meant for the mind and spirit, and they truly could restore patients with mental disturbances back to normal.

However, due to the Head of Bevin Family being poisoned for many years, the aging of his organs had accelerated and weakened greatly.

With the third needle from the Ancient Divine Doctor, it would directly claim the Head of Bevin Family’s life.

Rita was shocked, “Thank goodness you stopped it.”

After thinking about it, her curiosity grew, “But how do you know this so clearly?”

She had heard that the Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles were a rare inheritance of Acupuncture Techniques in the Ancient medical field, not passed on to outsiders.

“Oh, I created them.”

Rita: “…”

For a moment, she couldn’t tell if these words were true or false.

Her brain capacity seemed insufficient.

Rita felt somewhat sad; she always thought of herself as a top player.

But now she realized that she didn’t understand the world of top players, not even their language.

Ying Zijin stood up, “I’m leaving first.”

Rita also stood up, “Let me see you out.”

“No need, when you have time, check your family for traitors.”

Ying Zijin left the castle, her steps suddenly halted.

She turned around to see Evan hesitating, unsure whether to approach, “Want to follow?”

Evan stiffened, his legs went soft, “No, no, please go ahead.”

Did he eat the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard to dare to follow the Number One Poison Master?

By then, he probably wouldn’t even know how he died.

Evan stood in place, watching the girl leave.

It took ten minutes before the sense of deterrence dissipated, barely restoring his mobility.

Evan wiped his sweat and limped back.

Too terrifying. He really didn’t know what the Number One Poison Master looked like; perhaps she had already turned into a skeleton.

**
After leaving Bevin Castle, Ying Zijin took several detours, removed her black robe and the face-changing makeup, and changed into normal clothes.

Looking at her hand, the black robe for the first time seemed somewhat unsightly.

She didn’t know how she could wear such clothes for hundreds of years.

That sense of aesthetics.

Last night, after she left the Underworld, she went to the airport to pick up Fu Yunshen.

Early this morning, Xiu Yu and the Xiu Family racing team also arrived for the F1 race event hosted by the Manson family.

Accompanying them was Qin Lingyu.

It was said that there was a cross-national variety show being filmed, so Qin Lingyu came along as well.

Apart from Xiu Yu and the Xiu Family racing team, the group also stayed at the hotel where the “Elf Queen” drama crew was located.

Seeing Ying Zijin return, Yun Shan respectfully greeted her, “Miss Ying.”

“Yaoyao, there’s a party next month,” Fu Yunshen called out, his peach-blossom eyes curved, “Hosted by the major clan of O continent and Venus Group, want to go?”

Ying Zijin felt indifferent, “Not going, too lazy.”

“Hmm,” Fu Yunshen wasn’t surprised.

“Young Master, I’ll go, I’ll go,” Yun Shan rubbed his hands together, excited, “I want to snatch red envelopes and eat something delicious.”

He had long heard that the party would give away free red envelopes, and he wanted to experience the joy of money falling from the sky.

Hearing this, Ying Zijin opened her eyes, her head still resting on the truly human-shaped pillow’s shoulder, very calmly, “Then go.”

Yun Shan: “…”

He was now completely certain that their Young Master was not as significant as money and food.

Fu Yunshen glanced at the life-sized body pillow thrown on the bed, his lips curving up, “Kid, how’s the gift?”

“Want to take scissors and cut it to pieces.”

“…”

“Daddy Ying,” at that moment, Xiu Yu knocked on the door, “It’s evening, I’ll take you out to have fun.”

“Don’t bother with men, men will only slow your sword draw! We must be heartless.”

Ying Zijin glanced at Fu Yunshen, pondering, “There seems to be some truth to that.”

Fu Yunshen’s expression paused, his brows raised, a glint in his eyes carrying a hint of seduction, “Hmm?”

Ying Zijin calmly stood up, “You’ll only slow my sword draw, and your body pillow is affecting the quality of my sleep.”

Sleeping too deeply.

“…”

Without any burden on her conscience, she left the presidential suite to meet up with Xiu Yu.

Qin Lingyu was present too, and upon seeing the girl, he nodded, “Let’s go.”

Xiu Yu took out her phone to search for restaurants, feeling a severe sense of dizziness coming over her.

She suddenly coughed violently, her expression changing as if she remembered something, lifting her hand to stop Ying Zijin, “Daddy Ying, on the plane…”

Before she could finish her sentence, she lost consciousness in an instant.