Volume One, Chapter 15: The Nine Palaces Reviving Needle Technique

Ye Xuan’s footsteps echoed as he entered the chamber, a room as cold and lifeless as an ice cavern. Behind him stood Liu Chengye, his breath held tight, his face taut with anxiety.

The door gently closed behind them, sealing off all sounds from the outside world, leaving only an eerie, frozen silence.

Ye Xuan paid no attention to Liu Chengye; his gaze fixed unwaveringly on the grand bed.

Lying on it was the young lady of the Liu family, no longer human in any sense. She resembled a nearly finished ice sculpture—beautiful, yet utterly devoid of life.

Frost crystals shimmered at the corners of her brows, glowing with a deathly stillness under the dim light.

Liu Chengye stood behind Ye Xuan, palms sweating coldly, barely daring to breathe. Seeing Ye Xuan stand there so motionless, the flicker of hope he had just kindled began to waver.

Could it be that this young master was also powerless?

Just as Liu Chengye’s heart grew restless, Ye Xuan finally moved.

He stepped slowly to the bedside, but unlike the other doctors who had rushed to check the pulse, he simply extended two fingers and gently pried open the girl’s tightly shut eyelids.

Her eyes were devoid of all spirit—dull and unfocused.

Then he bent closer, scrutinizing the bluish-purple hue of her lips and the fine, spiderweb-like veins beneath her skin where the blood flow had nearly ceased.

“Indeed, it’s the cold marrow poison,” he said flatly, as if stating the most trivial fact.

“But it hasn’t reached the point of certain death.”

What?!

Liu Chengye trembled violently, nearly believing he had misheard.

Outside, dozens of renowned physicians, including the divine healer Wang, had all concluded that the girl was beyond cure, destined to perish.

Yet this young doctor just declared she was not yet doomed?

“Sir… are you truly certain of this?” Liu Chengye’s voice quivered, brimming with desperate hope and terror.

Ye Xuan glanced back at him, his eyes calm and unreadable.

“I never speak without confidence.”

“Prepare a full set of silver needles—varying lengths and sizes, at least eighty-one.”

“Also, bring a basin of strong liquor and a basin of boiling water.”

“Go quickly.”

His voice was low but carried an unmistakable command.

“Yes! Yes! I’m going immediately!” Liu Chengye felt as if a great pardon had been granted, scrambling out of the room with urgency that starkly contrasted his usual composed demeanor.

Soon, the servants had gathered everything Ye Xuan required.

A large needle pouch was opened, revealing silver needles of various lengths and thicknesses that gleamed ominously in the candlelight.

Ye Xuan didn’t even glance at the servants. Instead, he instructed Liu Chengye, “Stand guard at the door. Until I come out, no one is to enter or disturb.”

“Understood!” Liu Chengye nodded firmly, closing the door himself and standing like a sentinel outside.

Inside the room, only Ye Xuan and the dying girl remained.

Ye Xuan took the basin of strong liquor and immersed his hands, washing them meticulously.

Then he picked up a three-inch-long silver needle.

His movements were deliberate and steady, not rushed.

“To bear the ninefold abyssal cold poison with a mortal body is your misfortune,” he murmured.

“Very well, today you shall witness the true art of healing.”

At that moment, Ye Xuan’s aura shifted dramatically.

If before he was a bottomless ancient well, now he was a peerless divine weapon unsheathed—sharp and dazzling.

With a flick of his wrist, the silver needle became a streak of silver shadow, precisely piercing the “Yintang” acupoint between the young lady’s brows.

The needle’s tail buzzed softly, emitting a faint humming.

Then came the second, third, fourth needles…

Ye Xuan’s hands moved so swiftly they left afterimages, drawing silver needles from the pouch and inserting them fluidly into the girl’s vital acupoints all over her body—

Shenting, Baihui, Taiyang, Renzhong…

Each insertion was measured to the millimeter, with exquisite control over depth.

As each needle sank in, a strange phenomenon unfolded.

The tails of the silver needles embedded in her skin rapidly crystallized into a layer of white frost, visible to the naked eye.

The room seemed to drop several degrees in temperature at once.

This was the deepest, most yin cold poison extracted from her very marrow!

Ordinary doctors would be petrified witnessing this, for it signaled the full outbreak of the cold poison—a final flicker before death’s embrace.

Yet Ye Xuan’s face betrayed no emotion.

His focus was absolute.

When the seventy-second needle was placed, the girl’s body shuddered violently, and a fine, icy-black sweat oozed slowly from her pores.

An eerie mixture of bloodiness and biting cold filled the air.

“Not enough yet,” Ye Xuan whispered, fixing his gaze on the last set of nine needles, each nearly seven inches long.

He inhaled deeply, grasping all nine needles simultaneously between his fingers.

“Nine Palaces Reviving Yang, break to rebuild!”

“Pierce!”

With a low shout, all nine needles shot forth at once.

Nine streaks of cold light, like silver dragons, plunged into nine protective acupoints around her heart meridian.

A strange roaring echoed, as if from the depths of the soul, reverberating through the chamber.

Centered on these nine needles, the frost coating the girl’s skin began to dissolve as if meeting its nemesis.

Visible streams of white cold energy were forcibly drawn out from her body along the eighty-one needle tails, dissipating into the air before quickly crystallizing into ice shards that drifted down silently.

Her once deathly pale face started to regain a faint flush of life.

The bluish-purple tint of her lips gradually faded.

Her faint, barely perceptible breathing grew clearer and more measured.

The biting cold in the room retreated with astonishing speed.

The solid ice in the teacup on the table cracked sharply, splitting apart.

Ye Xuan exhaled slowly, beads of sweat forming on his brow.

This “Nine Palaces Reviving Yang” needle technique was incredibly taxing, even for his current Overlord Body.

He withdrew his hands, quietly watching the girl on the bed.

For now, life was preserved.