Ji Weizhi had spent his life on the battlefield, never expecting that the Spirit Devouring Poison that had plagued him for half his life could be cured.
At this moment, Ji Weizhi lay on the hotel bed. Ye Bufan, using his spiritual power, controlled silver needles that had been inserted into Ji Weizhi's body in a total of eighty-one points.
With each insertion, the silver needle vibrated slightly, and the depth of each prick was precisely accurate.
If Zhu Zizhen were present, he would have been stunned by these techniques. The acupuncture methods Ye Bufan was using were long-lost arts.
After needling the front, it was time for the back. Ye Bufan used his true qi to levitate Ji Weizhi in the air. Ji Weizhi, who had been facing upwards, now flipped over to face downwards.
Silver needles flew out from the needle bag again, being inserted one by one into Ji Weizhi's body. Time ticked by, and finally, another eighty-one needles were inserted.
Ye Bufan slowly exhaled. The first step was complete, and now it was time for the most crucial second step.
The Violet Nether Cold Fire appeared in Ye Bufan's hand. The energy within the flame was meticulously distributed by Ye Bufan onto the one hundred and sixty-two needles.
Ji Weizhi felt a slight warmth in his body, followed by an immense chill all over.
"Bang—" Just then, the hotel room door was kicked open, and a person who bore a resemblance to Ji Weizhi rushed in.
Ye Bufan glanced at him. The intruder was furious and was about to speak.
"Get out!" Ye Bufan roared at the man, channeling his true qi towards him. With a "bang," the man was instantly blasted out of the room by Ye Bufan.
"Bang—" With another loud noise, Ye Bufan slammed the room door shut.
"If you want the old man to live, stay outside and behave!" Ye Bufan's voice, amplified by his qi, reached everyone outside the room.
The person who had rushed in furiously moments ago broke out in a cold sweat. He was a martial venerate, yet he was sent flying with a single move, and that was while the young man was focused on treating the elder. Such terrifying strength!
"Feiyang, are you alright?" Bai Feihu asked as he approached.
Ji Feiyang shook his head and said, "Such terrifying strength. When I entered the room just now, I felt an extreme cold all over. After being thrown out, I felt a burning sensation all over."
"Heh! You wouldn't understand this. This is my master's spiritual fire, called the Violet Nether Cold Fire. It's used for refining pills, and you normally wouldn't get to see it!"
Seeing Ji Feiyang suffer a setback at Ye Bufan's hands, Zhu Zizhen felt incredibly proud.
"Also, believe it or not, you absolutely must not go in and disturb my master right now. Otherwise, if anything goes wrong, you'll be responsible for yourselves. We won't take any blame," Zhu Zizhen warned.
"Thank you for the reminder, Divine Doctor Zhu."
Ji Feiyang's face alternated between green and red. When he learned that the elder was going to Jinhe to be treated by a boy who had barely grown up, despite his own impassioned pleas, Ji Weizhi had been determined to go.
Helplessly, Ji Feiyang had stormed out of the military camp. He had intended to apprehend Ye Bufan, but as soon as he rushed in, he was sent flying with a single move before he could even speak.
Zhu Zizhen stood by the door, listening to the sounds from within the room.
Ye Bufan was using the power of the Violet Nether Cold Fire, channeling it through the silver needles into Ji Weizhi's body. The energy from the Violet Nether Cold Fire was slowly devouring the Spirit Devouring Poison.
Ji Weizhi felt his body being scorched by both ice and fire. The intense discomfort he had felt earlier had now transformed into an unprecedented comfort.
A warm current flowed from Ji Weizhi's dantian. Under Ye Bufan's mental guidance, this current circulated throughout his body, bringing him a sense of well-being he had never experienced before.
"Ugh—"
Ji Weizhi felt a warm current surging up his throat.
"Pfft—"
Finally, Ji Weizhi couldn't hold it in and spat out the contents of his throat—it was entirely black blood, and within the blood, there were ribbon-like, wriggling worms.
Seeing this, Ye Bufan once again used his spiritual power to examine Ji Weizhi from head to toe.
"Not right!" Ye Bufan frowned, his spiritual power surging towards Ji Weizhi's mind.
"Don't resist!"
Ye Bufan warned as he sent his spiritual power into Ji Weizhi's head. The next moment, Ye Bufan was shocked. He discovered a thread-like worm hidden within Ji Weizhi's mind, astonishing him.
"Hiss—" Ji Weizhi suddenly gasped, his entire head feeling as if it were about to explode.
Ye Bufan used his own spiritual power to suppress the thread-like worm, but Ji Weizhi's mind could not withstand Ye Bufan's spiritual power and was on the verge of collapse.
If Ji Weizhi's mind were to collapse, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Come out!" Ye Bufan used his spiritual power to forcibly extract the thread-like worm from Ji Weizhi's mind. It then emerged from Ji Weizhi's nostrils and landed on the bed.
"Whoosh—"
Ji Weizhi slowly settled onto the floor. Ye Bufan gently placed him in a wheelchair.
"Alright," Ye Bufan withdrew his true qi and spiritual power, taking a deep breath. "From now on, you cannot use your true qi for three months. During this time, I will have Old Zhu prepare medicine for you every month. After three months, your Spirit Devouring Poison will be completely cured."
Ye Bufan gently pulled the room door open. Zhu Zizhen, Bai Feihu, and Ji Feiyang were all eavesdropping outside the room.
"Come in, all of you," Ye Bufan said to those outside.
At this moment, Ji Weizhi's wife, seeing him, looked at him with red eyes.
"Ugh—" Ji Feiyang frowned in disgust upon seeing the foul substances on the bed.
"What are these?" Ji Feiyang asked.
"These are the essence of the Spirit Devouring Poison, the Spirit Devouring Worms," Ye Bufan explained. "They are still in a living state."
"Sizzle—" The Violet Nether Cold Fire flew towards the bed, incinerating the Spirit Devouring Worms.
"These Spirit Devouring Worms are extremely rare. They are somewhat similar to what the Onmyoji of Yingguo refine," Ye Bufan analyzed.
"You can tell that too?" Ji Feiyang asked.
Ye Bufan looked at Ji Feiyang, who felt a prickle of unease under his gaze.
"The refinement methods for Spirit Devouring Worms vary by region. For example, in our country's Miao Jiang region, the worms are small, like mosquitoes, making them undetectable. The Spirit Devouring Worms in Nanyang resemble silkworms, while those in Yingguo are like threads," Ye Bufan explained.
"Well done, Yingguo! We will settle this score sooner or later!" Ji Feiyang exclaimed, cursing.
...
Meanwhile, in a small villa in Yingguo.
An Onmyoji, dressed in ceremonial robes, ascended into the air and looked towards the direction of Daxia, clenching his fist tightly.
"Who! Who broke my Spirit Devouring Poison? Who is it?"
The Onmyoji shouted, then summoned his disciple.
"Go tell Mr. Yamamoto that the situation has changed."