Chapter 66: The King of Needles!

  Doubt, regret, and bitterness intertwined, Wang Yangxin's emotions at this moment were beyond description.

  Wang Yangxin used to look down on Qin Luo, this young man who spoke and acted strangely, like a swindler from the streets. How could someone like him have such exceptional medical skills?

  After learning that Qin Luo was expelled from the Traditional Chinese Medicine College of Medical University, he became even more certain about this idea.

  Of course, he also looks down on the vast majority of people. This has something to do with his inherent arrogance.

  As he said, if you really have skills, why would you be expelled from school?

  Actually, Wang Yangxin and Qin Luo didn't have any irreconcilable hatred towards each other.

  Before, he just didn't like Qin Luo very much.

  In Wang Yangming's view, arrogance is of two kinds.

  Arrogance with real talent and learning is called self-conceit. Talented people, who doesn't have a bit of a temper?

  There is another kind of arrogance that is incompetent and mediocre, called self-aggrandizement. It's clear that in Wang Yangxin's heart, Qin Luo belongs to this kind of person.

  Later, Huai returned as Lin Huanxi's medicine guide. The two then set a wager on competing medical skills.

  Wang Yangxin was just saying that to Qin Luo, in order to save face in front of a woman, men will always involuntarily promise things beyond their own tolerance.

  Today Qin Luo had the guts to come to his doorstep, which was quite unexpected for him.

  Today Qin Luoshi displayed that incredible 'one needle' technique, which was extremely unexpected.

  Lost. Convinced by the loss.

  He actually knew the Taiyi divine needle. Moreover, it was the authentic Taiyi divine needle. Not a defective version or some nonsense spoken by an apprentice.

  The way the needle came out, the faint tremolo afterimage left on his retina by the needle tip under the internal force, told him that all this was a fact.

  This man is too awesome!

  Those who don't know martial arts won't understand the status of "Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms" in the minds of martial artists.

  Can't play piano, can't understand what it means to win the Chopin Piano Competition.

  Don't understand traditional Chinese medicine, also won't understand what "Taiyi Shenzhen" represents.

  Innumerable acupuncture masters have admired it for a long time and given it the reputation of 'the best needle under heaven'.

  But the strange route of the needle and the high difficulty of the needling method have already made this lost art disappear for hundreds of years.

  For hundreds of years, there was no news of a successor to the "Taiyi Shenzhen".

  Now, this young man is right in front of me.

  If this news is spread out, it will surely drive countless people crazy?

  "Has he made a name for himself?" Wang Yangxin thought to herself as she looked at Qin Luo.

  "Master, how could you lose? This is impossible."

  "It's true. His needlework doesn't look good at all."

  "Can it cure illness so quickly? It's quite suspicious."

  The master conceded defeat on his own initiative, making it impossible for Wang Yangxin's disciples, who were equally arrogant, to accept. They spoke out one by one, arguing and trying to get Wang Yangxin to change his mind.

  Wang Yangxin was so angry that he didn't even have the energy to scold them. Does the skill of acupuncture depend on whether it looks good or not?

  This group of idiots!

  "Get out, all of you." Wang Yangxin said with a wave of his hand.

  Some people still wanted to argue, but after being swept by Wang Yang's gaze, they no longer had the courage to speak.

  In a flash, all of Wang Yangxin's apprentices and patients had left. Only Qin Luo and Wang Yangxin were left in the room.

  "Is this the Taiyi God Needle?" Wang Yangxin asked. His voice was slightly trembling when he asked this question.

  "Yes. It can be seen that your vision is still good." Qin Luo smiled and nodded.

  Wang Yangxin's face was bitter as he said, "What's the use of having good eyesight? I still lost to you. I didn't think it would really be the Taiyi divine needle."

  "The Five Dragons Needle Technique is not bad. However, you still lack some tempering." Qin Luo said. Perhaps this kid has been too smooth sailing, so he lacks a bit of crisis stabilizing skills.

  "Yes. Grandpa has been teaching me all day that there are people outside of people. I understand now." Wang Yangxin said. "Name a price."

  "Name a price?" Qin Luo asked in puzzlement.

  "The Divine Needle King's banner is our Wang family heirloom. I cannot give it to you. Name a price, and I'll buy it from you," said Wang Yangxin.

  Qin Luo's eyes narrowed, seeming to smile yet not quite smiling as he looked at Wang Yangxin.

  It seems he lacks more than just tempering.

  "How much do you want? One million?" Wang Yangxin felt very uneasy under Qin Luo's gaze. In the midst of his flustered state, he actually took the initiative to start bidding.

  Qin Luo smiled and shook his head, but didn't respond.

  "Two million?"

  Qin Luo shook his head.

  "Five million? That's the highest price I can offer." Wang Nianxin's forehead began to sweat fine beads.

  Take your own money and buy your own plaque. If this gets out, Wang Yangxin's reputation will be ruined.

  But he clearly knows it's foolish and still insists on doing it.

  "It's priceless. A piece of Huangli wood that big would be worth this price, wouldn't it?" Qin Luo said with a smile.

  Wang Yangxin's heart sank suddenly, and he was filled with regret. He regretted showing off the origin of the plaque in front of Qin Luo.

  "Name a price, then. How much do you want?" Wang Yangxin looked at Qin Luo with an anxious face, like a poor mother praying for the big grey wolf to return her rabbit baby.

  "I don't want money. I just want a guarantee." Qin Luo finally gave a clear reply.

  "You..." Wang Yangxin almost vomited blood. "Leave a way out for others, so you can meet again in the future. Do you have to push it to the limit?"

  Wang Yangxin knew that if Qin Luo took the sign away, his family's thriving business would be finished. More importantly, the reputation of the Wang family's divine doctor lineage would be completely ruined overnight.

  "Are you going to kill me off completely?" Qin Luo shook his head. "It seems that you still don't understand. Forget it, I don't want to explain it to you again either.If you understand, then you understand. If not, then so be it。 Are you going to take down the signboard yourself and give it to me, or should I get someone else to come over and remove it? You're not going back on your word, are you?"

  "It's natural for people from the Wang family to count as one. This plaque, we will naturally give it to you." A loud and clear voice suddenly rang out.

  The tightly closed wooden door was pushed open, and an old man with silver hair and a youthful face, dressed in a silver Tang suit, walked in with a red glow on his face. He smiled at Qin Luo.

  Seeing the old man suddenly come in, Wang Yangxin was greatly surprised.

  "Grandfather." Wang Yangxin called out respectfully.

  "Cultivate your mind, I've told you countless times. There are people outside of people, and skies beyond the sky. Do you understand now?"

  "Grandpa, I was wrong." Wang Yangxin said with a face full of shame.

  "Hmm. To know one's mistakes and correct them is the greatest virtue. Take care of your heart, you are still young. There is still much to be accomplished." The old man said with a smile on his face.

  No scolding and teaching his grandson, but all persuading and guiding him.

  "Yes, Grandfather." Wang Yangxin replied.

  The old man then shifted his gaze to Qin Luo, carefully sizing him up from head to toe, as if he were appraising some rare treasure.

  "What's your surname, young man?" The old man suddenly asked.

  "Qin," replied Qin Luo. He thought to himself, this benevolent-looking old man must be Wang Yangxin's grandfather, the great acupuncture master Wang Xiushen.

  "Is your surname Qin?" The old man thought seriously for a moment, then carefully scrutinized Qin Luo's eyebrows and eyes again, asking: "What is Qin Zhong to you?"

  "Qin Zhong is my grandfather." Qin Luo replied truthfully. In his heart, he was secretly shocked, never expecting this old man to guess his origin so quickly.

  "No wonder. The grandson of the Medicine King is indeed extraordinary." Wang Xiuzhen nodded in praise. "However, your complexion looks like there's some problem. Didn't your grandfather teach you any methods for nourishing your body?"

  You should know that every Chinese medicine master is a good health preservation expert. They have countless ways of preserving their health, and it's only logical to let the people around them benefit from it.

  "I've studied it. But I'm just born with this physique. There's nothing I can do about it." Qin Luo said with a bitter smile.

  His poor physical condition was completely exposed in front of these skilled traditional Chinese medicine practitioners.

  "Hmm." Wang Xiu Shen nodded slightly and didn't delve deeper into the question. "I overheard you guys talking outside the door earlier, you know Taiyi Shenzhen?"

  "The Taìyǐ Shén needle is divided into five needles. I only know the first three needles." Qin Luo explained and said.

  "It's a rare treasure indeed. Rare and precious. Now that you mention it, I'm rather looking forward to it." Wang Xiuren said with a smile.

  "There will be opportunities naturally." Qin Luo said with a smile. Originally, his goal was to challenge the King of Needles, Wang Xiuren, but because Wang Yangxin said he had to defeat him first before going to find his grandfather.

  So Qin Luo reluctantly satisfied him.

  "Yes. There will definitely be an opportunity. To be able to catch a glimpse of the true face of the world's first needle before entering the earth, it's a worthy death." Wang Xiu said with emotion.

  "Senior spoke too highly of me." Being praised like this, Qin Luo also felt a bit embarrassed.

  "Hmm. Your wager, someone has already told me about it. The Wang family is willing to bet and admit defeat. I've had the sign taken down already. You can take it with you when you leave."

  "Grandpa!" Wang Yangxin cried out in anguish. He knew what the loss of this tile meant to his grandfather.

  Qin Luo looked at Wang Xiuxin's open and upright demeanor, and secretly sighed in admiration. Compared to Old Man Wang, Wang Yangxin was really far inferior.

  "We young people like to joke around. Who would really accept such a thick gift?" Qin Luo said with a smile.

  Out of respect for the old man, Qin Luo decided to give up his previous persistence.

  "No, you must take it away." Wang Xiu Shen insisted. He took two steps forward, getting closer to Qin Luo, and said: "It's yours. You have to insist."

  "This..."

  Wang Xiuren interrupted Qin Luo's refusal and said, "Our Wang family has lost to you in the competition of acupuncture techniques. It no longer makes sense for the signboard of Shen Zhen Wang to be hung anywhere. You have won, Nourishing Heart, and naturally, Shen Zhen Wang is yours."

  Wang Xiuren's eyes suddenly became exceptionally bright, and he said with great enthusiasm: "However. Within three days. I will come to your door to challenge you. At that time, we will have another match. If I lose, you can ask for anything you want. If I win, this plaque will be carried back by someone else."

  Zhen Wang's words also stirred up Qin Luo's innate arrogance, and he laughed loudly, saying: "Good. Then I'll wait quietly for Senior Zhen Wang to arrive."

  Wang Xiuren shook his head and said: "Now, I am no longer the King of Needles. You are."

  An old man and a young boy looked at each other and smiled, with a hint of mutual affection.