Top-tier Unruly Master

Guangzhu looked at Ding Fan with a puzzled expression. He was completely unaware of the Obsidian matter, so naturally, he didn't know he was poisoned either.

However, Mei Xian obediently lay down on the ground as Ding Fan had instructed. Seeing Mei Xian do so, Guangzhu also hurriedly lay down.

Ding Fan immediately opened the lid of the Golden Needle box and disinfected the needles inside. After disinfecting, he pulled open Mei Xian's collar.

A large expanse of Mei Xian's fair skin around her neck was revealed. Ding Fan was not in the mood to notice that; he picked up a Silver Needle with his right hand and his hands moved rapidly. In a whoosh, seven Silver Needles were pierced into Mei Xian's neck.

The middle-aged man watching nearby frowned and shook his head. "Acupuncture is utterly useless… I think you should just give up and leave."

Previously, to eliminate the poison from the Obsidian, the Bian Family had tried many methods, including acupuncture and Talisman Crafting, but none had worked.

Now that Ding Fan was using acupuncture again, the middle-aged man naturally thought it impossible.

Zixuan, on the other hand, said nothing; she just quietly watched.

Although Zixuan and Ding Fan hadn't known each other for long, Ding Fan still gave her a very steady impression.

It was like retrieving the Obsidian from the lake, a task unachieved by several generations, yet Ding Fan managed it alone. It was precisely because of this that Zixuan believed if Ding Fan was willing to do it, then he must be confident in his abilities.

After inserting all the Silver Needles into Mei Xian's neck, Ding Fan grabbed a handful of Golden Needles and moved next to Guangzhu.

Guangzhu was somewhat afraid; having so many needles stuck in the body was naturally scary. However, just as Guangzhu began to feel a numb sensation, Ding Fan had already moved away from him. He was slightly startled at first, then realized that Ding Fan had set up the Golden Needles on him in an instant.

This was simply the skill of a medical god.

"Sister, do not let anyone disturb me before dawn," Ding Fan said as he sat cross-legged next to Mei Xian and then said to Zixuan.

Zixuan nodded. "You can rest assured, as long as I am here, no one will disturb you."

Seeing Zixuan say this, Ding Fan then felt relieved.

Ding Fan sat down cross-legged, and as soon as he did, he transformed his right hand into a palm and lightly pushed it forward. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind was sent out.

After that palm wind was released, the Golden Needles in Mei Xian's neck trembled violently.

As those Golden Needles continued to sway, a line of blood appeared above several of the needles' tails. The swaying needle tails, coupled with the bloodline, looked rather eerie.

"This… this is… could this be the legendary Four Symbols Divine Needle?" the middle-aged man exclaimed, his eyes wide open.

This middle-aged man was also versed in medical arts and he clearly remembered there was a Formation that required needles to control Qi to ultimately expel severe toxins from the body.

However, he only knew the name and characteristics of this technique, but he had no idea how to actually use it.

"At such a young age, to be able to control needles with Qi… I admit, I am inferior…" the middle-aged man said, gazing admiringly at the still trembling needle tails at Mei Xian's neck.

By then, the bloody Qi at those Golden Needles' tails slowly converged, eventually gathering mostly around the central one of those seven Golden Needles.

The impure blood gathered together, and finally, drop by drop, it fell from that Golden Needle onto the ground. The impure blood was actually drawn out of the body by the trembling Golden Needles.

Meanwhile, Ding Fan sat cross-legged, his hands suspended over Guangzhu and Mei Xian's necks. Although Ding Fan never touched the Golden Needles, they kept trembling and impure blood continuously flowed from both Guangzhu and Mei Xian's necks.

Zixuan, although not knowledgeable in medicine, understood from watching Ding Fan that he must be using a very powerful medical technique.

Thinking this, Zixuan's confidence in Ding Fan's ability to remove the Obsidian's poison increased even more.

Zixuan and the middle-aged man had been stationed there for many years, hosting a substantial amount of poison in their bodies. No one would want such a time bomb within themselves.

Meanwhile, Guangzhu and Mei Xian, who were lying on the ground, initially grimaced in pain. However, after about an hour, both were silent. When Zixuan looked over, they had actually both fallen asleep.

By now, neither Zixuan nor the middle-aged man dared to disturb Ding Fan any longer; they both stayed quiet, not even daring to breathe loudly.

About two more hours passed and the sky gradually brightened. Only then did Ding Fan conclude his technique.

At that moment, beside the orb and Mei Xian, both were already covered in filthy blood. The two's clothes were also very dirty. Bian Zixuan used her telekinesis to inspect them, and to her astonishment, she discovered that there was indeed no trace of the Obsidian poison within their bodies.

"Can it really... really completely expel the poison..." Even someone as cold as Bian Zixuan couldn't help but mutter to herself in secret.

"What, can it really, really expel the Obsidian poison..." The middle-aged man naturally knew of Bian Zixuan's astonishing mental power; as long as she said the poison had been expelled, there was indeed no doubt about it anymore.

"Young brother, you must help me..." At this moment, the middle-aged man simply addressed Ding Fan as 'brother.' "You must help me expel the Obsidian poison from my body."

Over the years, those stationed here were inevitably invaded by the Obsidian poison. Seeing that Ding Fan was able to completely expel the Obsidian poison from the body, how could the middle-aged man let go of this opportunity for treatment?

To suppress the Obsidian poison, it required a great amount of Inner Strength and cultivation resources for suppression, and this Obsidian poison would increasingly grow stronger over time within the body.

Didn't the old ancestor of the Bian family die because he couldn't suppress the Obsidian poison in his body?

At this moment, Ding Fan's face was somewhat pale; expelling the Obsidian poison made him feel as if his body had been hollowed out. Continually using the Qi-Controlled Acupuncture overnight, even Ding Fan was bound to be somewhat exhausted.

"Uncle, Brother Fan is still somewhat weak right now," Bian Zixuan said from the side at that moment.

After nodding his head, Uncle Bian Wu quickly took out a pill from his storage ring.

The pill, if judged by its grade level, appeared to be at least First Grade, and being able to casually provide a First Grade pill to someone for recovery was indeed quite generous.

At this moment, Ding Fan slightly shook his head, then directly took out a Third Grade Foundation Building Pill from his storage ring. Ding Fan immediately threw the Foundation Building Pill into his mouth.

Uncle Bian Wu was directly dumbfounded; that was too formidable.

To know that pills above Second Grade Pill are considered treasures, and a Second Grade Foundation Building Pill in the auction might not be purchasable even for tens of millions. In recent years, it was said that the price of Second Grade Pills had even soared to over a hundred million.

And here was Ding Fan, casually taking out a Third Grade Foundation Building Pill for restoring his Inner Strength.

That was a Third Grade pill, and even for someone like Uncle Bian Wu, it was too extravagant.

Although Bian Zixuan was also full of astonishment, after all, using a Third Grade pill for restoring Inner Strength was too conspicuous. But Bian Zixuan, true to being a host, recovered her composure after the initial surprise.

After ingesting the Third Grade Foundation Building Pill and resting briefly, Ding Fan then opened his eyes. The Third Grade Foundation Building Pill was indeed a good thing; just one pill significantly restored the True Qi within Ding Fan's body.

At that moment, Uncle Bian Wu truly admired Ding Fan.

First by overpowering the old master of the Bian family with his own strength, then alone diving to the lakebed to fetch the Obsidian that three generations of the Bian family had desired but failed to retrieve, and now using the Four Symbols Needle Technique to expel the poison that had contaminated people with the Obsidian poison...

This Ding Fan was only in his early twenties, but the amazement he provided was wave after wave...

"Brother Fan, can you help expel the Obsidian poison from everyone in Changsheng? If you are willing to help, everyone in Changsheng would be willing to acknowledge you as their master," Bian Zixuan said at this time, coming beside Ding Fan.

Once contaminated, the Obsidian poison could induce madness. Although initially suppressible with cultivation techniques, as time passed, even these techniques would fail to suppress it, eventually leading to inevitable doom.

Apart from that, to suppress the Obsidian poison would inevitably consume a vast amount of cultivation resources, which would significantly impact one's cultivation.

As a Martial Artist, who would want to waste a lot of time and cultivation resources on suppressing the Obsidian poison.

After hearing Bian Zixuan's words, Ding Fan just smiled lightly. "Sister, you and your ancestors have guarded the Obsidian here for decades for the sake of morality, even gathering together those contaminated by the Obsidian poison here to prevent harm to others. From this alone, the actions of the Bian family's descendants are admirable and respectable. Just casually expelling some poison, why would I ask for any reward?"

What Ding Fan said was indeed true.

The Bian family, in guarding the Obsidian, had indeed paid too much; they had no obligation to continue guarding it, they did so merely out of a sense of morality.

For the sake of this morality, they never even tried to explain; throughout these years, the misunderstanding from the outside world. How could this not inspire respect?

"Young brother... then please start by expelling the Obsidian poison from my body..." Uncle Bian Wu said with a smile, coming to Ding Fan's side.

Ding Fan smiled faintly. "There are dozens of people in Changsheng, and if I were to expel the poison from all of them by myself, it would probably take several months. Why don't I teach you a technique to force out the poison instead"...