Invincible Immortal Cultivator in the City
Chapter 132: With a Well-thought-out Plan

Chapter 132: Chapter 132: With a Well-thought-out Plan

Yao Wuya’s whole body trembled, enduring an extremely intense pain, unable even to speak. His eyes were wide open, displaying a dead grey.

"Seal!"

Lin Hao, worried that Yao Wuya couldn’t withstand it, swiftly pressed down on his hand with agile movements. His fingertips, glowing with golden Primordial Qi, replaced the medicinal liquid and flowed into his body.

The Primordial Qi entered the body, circulating through his organs, and the painful expression on Yao Wuya’s face finally lessened somewhat.

Meanwhile, from the other hand of Lin Hao, he plucked a strand of white hair from Yao Wuya, flicked it gently, and like a silver needle, it precisely pierced into an acupuncture point on Yao Wuya’s body.

Only then did the painful expression on Yao Wuya’s face slowly fade away.

He gasped heavily, as if a great burden had been lifted.

"Old master, next, the formal treatment will begin. It will be quite painful, so bear with it."

Yao Wuya did not speak, nodding his head and signaling with his eyes for Lin Hao to proceed.

Lin Hao’s expression became solemn, and then, between his ten fingers, a dazzling golden light emerged, casting a peculiar glow.

"Nine Curves Needle!"

With his light call, dozens of white hairs on Yao Wuya’s body vibrated like guitar strings, buzzing.

With the vibrations, it was clear to see hair strands gradually sinking into Yao Wuya’s body.

At the same time, Yao Wuya’s expression once again turned painful.

Lin Hao did not hesitate; his right hand’s index and middle fingers together exuded golden light, leaping across every acupuncture point on Yao Wuya’s body.

Each touch of Lin Hao’s fingers felt to Yao Wuya like his organs were being shaken once, as if hammered by a giant mallet.

And the locations penetrated by the hair felt unbearably itchy, as if thousands of ants were biting.

However, despite this, Yao Wuya did not make a sound, enduring the sensation.

"Break!"

Lin Hao shouted coldly, and the clothes on Yao Wuya’s upper body instantly burst apart, flying in all directions.

At this moment, Yao Wuya’s entire upper body, unknown when, had turned blood red, several meridians bulging prominently, coiling like thin snakes around his body.

These few meridians, exactly where the hairs had penetrated, each had numerous white hairs impaled.

Under these hairs, one could clearly see tiny black spots forming, growing larger with time, swelling like abscesses.

"Old master, keep enduring..."

Lin Hao whispered softly, reminding Yao Wuya as his right hand continuously pulsed on his acupuncture points, and with a flip of his left palm, a small dagger appeared in his hand, its tip aimed at the black dots on the meridians, ready to stab.

As the blade pierced down, even if Yao Wuya could endure, at this moment, his pupils contracted, letting out a painful grunt.

...

Outside Yao Wuya’s room, Yao Mengchen stood anxiously in the corridor.

One hour.

A full hour had passed, and there was still no sound from the room, her heart burning with impatience.

Even Yao Sanhong, Yao Sanyuan, Yao Yuelan, and Zou Tianyu had come from another room to the door.

"Mengchen, how is it?" asked Zou Tianyu.

Yao Mengchen shook her head: "The treatment is ongoing, there’s still no movement."

"Hmph..." Yao Yuelan scoffed coldly, "An hour has passed, I think he can’t cure it and is just hiding inside, afraid to come out."

"I think so too," Yao Sanhong said with a cold snort. "If your friend cannot cure the old man, he shouldn’t expect to leave easily."

Yao Gang wore an indifferent expression, quietly waiting without taking Lin Hao’s attempt to treat the illness seriously.

An eighteen-year-old youth, if he could cure such a disease, wouldn’t those so-called top doctors be just eating their heads off?

"Professor Luo, you tell us, is there hope for the old gentleman’s illness, or is there none?" Yao Sanyuan, who rarely spoke, now asked.

The person he asked was Yao Wuya’s chief physician, a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, dressed in a white lab coat.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Professor Luo said with a bitter smile, "honestly, the old gentleman’s illness... there’s no saving him."

"In that case, there’s no need to waste time; delay could bring changes," said Yao Sanyuan. "Yao Lu, go and open the door."

"Yes, father."

A rarely speaking middle-aged man next to Yao Gang nodded, then strode out towards Yao Wuya’s room.

"Stop!"

Zou Tianyu’s face sank, and he stood in front of the door: "Without my permission, I’d like to see who dares to open!"

"Move aside." Yao Lu glanced indifferently at Zou Tianyu. "Out of respect to you as an elder, I won’t lay hands on you, but you only get one chance."

"Heh." Zou Tianyu stood straight, his voice calm. "If you want to enter, you’ll have to kill me first."

Yao Lu’s gaze hardened, a sharp light flashing in his eyes.

Just as he was about to make a move, his shoulder was grabbed by someone. Turning around, he saw it was his father, Yao Sanyuan.

Yao Sanyuan shook his head at him: "Forget it, he has a special status, and we can’t afford to cause trouble in the Yao family."

Yao Lu stepped back, and Yao Sanyuan continued, "Brother-in-law, it’s not that Yao Sanyuan is being unreasonable. You can protect the kid temporarily, but can you protect him forever? You know very well the strength of the Yao Family."

"I can protect him as long as I can," Zou Tianyu responded impassively. "Until he comes out, nobody else goes in."

Next to him, Yao Mengchen took a step forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Zou Tianyu, showing her stance.

"Fine," Yao Sanyuan said, his expression darkening. "We’ll wait."

"Wait for what? I don’t have so much time," snapped Yao Sanhong with a cold snort. "Attack!"

As soon as he finished speaking, from a lush tree outside the villa, a figure dropped heavily to the ground.

This figure was Zou Tianyu’s secret bodyguard, still holding a sniper rifle in his hand.

After he fell, a man jumped down from the tree. He was a follower hired by Yao Sanhong, a skilled Martial Artist and a paid Cultivator.

After dealing with him, Yao Gang stepped forward personally, his expression unfriendly: "Are you going to move aside yourselves, or do I have to push you aside?"

"Two ignorant fools," Yao Yuelan sneered. "Now you know the might of the Yao Family, don’t you? Why don’t you just scram?"

Zou Tianyu remained unmoved, his hands clasped behind his back, his pride undaunted. "I said, if you want to get through, you’ll have to step over my corpse."

"Fine, you’re asking for it. I’ve run out of patience," Yao Gang said, and began to gather strength in his palm, ready to strike.

Just as he was about to move his hand, the door of Yao Wuya’s room opened from the inside.

Lin Hao’s tall figure appeared before everyone’s eyes:

"Well, this is lively."

"Lin Hao!" Seeing him, Yao Mengchen immediately asked, "How is my grandfather?"

"Why don’t you go in and see for yourself?" Lin Hao’s expression remained unchanged, suggesting that everything was under control.

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