Chapter 442: Profound Meridian Sealing Technique!

After arranging Tuoba Cheng at the Lin family casino, Ling Feng exchanged a few more words with the Lin sisters before taking his leave.

The night was already deep, so it was time to head back to Tianwei Academy. He needed to participate in the East Court's sword team training early the next morning.

Lin Moyun, knowing that Ling Feng had saved Ling'er, felt immense gratitude towards him. Though she had many things to say, all she could express was a heartfelt thanks.

"Mr. Ling, since today's matter is resolved, there's no need to inform Mochen about it. There's no point in worrying him. As long as he focuses on his training at Tianwei Academy, our Lin family will be able to rely on him as the only man in the future," Lin Moyun said softly.

"I understand," Ling Feng nodded, secretly admiring Lin Mochen for having such a considerate sister. He added warmly, "Tell Ling'er that I'll visit her often when I have time."

"Mr. Ling, we will always remember your kindness towards us," Lin Moyun said.

"Master, don't forget about me. When you have time, please teach me gambling techniques. And don't take too long to decide; we need to go back to Wangduan Mountain together!" Tuoba Cheng chimed in loudly.

Ling Feng smiled wryly, not wanting to get entangled with this guy anymore. With swift movements, he left the Lin family casino and rushed back to Tianwei Academy.

...

While Ling Feng was resolving the crisis at the Lin family casino, Lu Shaocong, who had his martial powers sealed and was beaten by the townspeople, had been taken back to the Lu family by their people.

When the Lu family guards arrived, Lu Shaocong was already unrecognizable. He was foaming at the mouth and had almost every bone in his body broken.

Fortunately, Lu Shaocong was a martial artist, and the townspeople weren't particularly strong. However, the tenfold pain inflicted on him made him wish for death.

The process of carrying him back to the Lu family, with every bump and jostle, made Lu Shaocong wail in agony.

"Cong'er, how are you? How are you?" Lu Zhengxiong, hearing about his son's plight, rushed back. Seeing his son on the bed, beaten and wailing, his anger surged. "Who did this? Who dared to harm you so viciously?"

"I heard it was some common folks who attacked the young master," a middle-aged butler stepped forward cautiously.

"Rubbish! How could a bunch of commoners injure Cong'er so severely?" Lu Zhengxiong roared in anger.

"Master, I heard from the guards at Rongqin's mansion that a young man named Ling Feng subdued the young master. However, this Ling Feng seems to be quite unusual. Even the young prince of the Rongqin royal family was cautious around him."

"What? Even the troublemaker from the Rongqin royal family dares not provoke Ling Feng?" Lu Zhengxiong clenched his fists in fury. "Investigate! Find out everything about this Ling Feng. My son cannot be beaten for nothing!"

"Yes," the butler nodded. "According to the doctor, the young master's eyes seem to have been blinded by a special technique, and his dantian Qihai acupoints have been sealed. Moreover, his pain sensitivity has been amplified. Even the slightest touch causes him immense pain. None of the doctors we invited dared to treat him."

"A bunch of useless quacks!" Lu Zhengxiong cursed. He sat by the bed and gently said, "Cong'er, how are you feeling?"

Hearing his father's voice, Lu Shaocong became slightly more coherent. He reached out blindly and cried, "Father, save me! I can't see, and my whole body hurts so much!"

"Cong'er!" Lu Zhengxiong reached out to grasp his son's hand, but even a light touch made Lu Shaocong cry out in pain, "It hurts, father! It hurts so much! Save me, please!"

Lu Zhengxiong, both distressed for his son and furiously angry, shouted, "Why are you all standing there? Go get a doctor, now!"

"Master, we've already invited all the available doctors in the imperial capital. The only ones left are the divine imperial physicians, but at this hour..." The butler hesitated, knowing it was risky to disturb the divine imperial physicians at this time of night.

"Wait, the eldest son of the Yan family, Yan Jingfeng, who is here as a guest today, is a Daoist physician. He should be able to cure Cong'er's ailment!"

Lu Zhengxiong immediately rushed out of the room and ran to the east wing. Knocking on the door, he called out, "Junior Yan, are you resting? My son is in trouble; please come and save him!"

The Lu and Yan families had been close for generations. Since the Yan family's base was in the Eastern Capital, their members would often stay at the Lu residence when they visited the imperial capital.

Yan Jingfeng had come to the imperial capital to deliver some family matters to Yan Jinghong. As Yan Jinghong was temporarily away from Zhenlong Academy, Yan Jingfeng was staying at the Lu residence while waiting for his return.

Hearing the urgent knocking, Yan Jingfeng, who had been meditating, quickly got up and opened the door. Before he could ask what was wrong, Lu Zhengxiong grabbed his arm and said urgently, "Junior Yan, my son is in a critical condition. Please, come quickly!"

Yan Jingfeng, seeing the desperate look on Lu Zhengxiong's face, had no choice but to follow him hurriedly to Lu Shaocong's room.

"Please, save my son!" Lu Zhengxiong pleaded, almost kneeling before Yan Jingfeng.

Yan Jingfeng quickly helped him up, saying, "Don't worry, Uncle Lu. I will do my best."

He then walked over to Lu Shaocong's bed and placed his fingers on his wrist to take his pulse. Immediately, Lu Shaocong cried out in pain and trembled all over.

"

Hmm?

" Yan Jingfeng's eyes twitched slightly. He quickly shot a golden thread from his fingertip, using the hanging silk pulse diagnosis technique to avoid causing Lu Shaocong more pain and to get an accurate diagnosis.

After a while, Yan Jingfeng's frown deepened as he discovered something astonishing.

"This is the Profound Meridian Sealing Technique!"

Yan Jingfeng's expression changed drastically. The Profound Meridian Sealing Technique was part of the

Profound Art of Acupuncture and Moxibustion

, a medical text acquired by the Yan family twenty years ago from the medical saint, Ling Hanyang. Although the Yan family was not known for their medical expertise, some members had studied this rare medical book.

Yan Jingfeng was one of those members.

Unfortunately, he had discovered that a large part of the medical text was missing. Even after ten years of diligent study, he had only scratched the surface of its knowledge.

Despite this, he had managed to break through to the level of a Daoist in his twenties, highlighting the exceptional value of this medical book.

Now, finding that someone had used the Profound Meridian Sealing Technique to seal several of Lu Shaocong's acupoints sent waves of shock through his heart.

Could it be that Ling Hanyang had another disciple?

With a glint of excitement in his eyes, he turned to Lu Zhengxiong and asked, "Uncle Lu, do you know who injured Shaocong?"

Lu Zhengxiong clenched his fists tightly and said with hatred, "His name is Ling Feng!"

"Ling Feng!" Yan Jingfeng's pupils contracted, and he felt a surge of excitement.

His surname is Ling! Haha, it really is Ling!