Heavenly Rebellion: The Human Race's Rise to Prominence-Chapter 75: A Genius Doctor

As Feng sat down crossed legged he felt a slight tinge of spiritual energy on his back as Chen Lin finally revealed what was inside of the jade box he carried with him

It was a set of slender jade needles, each one carved with intricate runes that shimmered faintly under the dim light. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Despite their delicate appearance, they radiated a soothing yet potent energy, as if naturally absorbing the internal injuries within a person.

These needles were crafted from Spirit-Soaked Jade, a rare material known to harmonize with a cultivator’s meridians, expelling impurities and accelerating recovery.

With just a glance, Feng could tell they weren’t ordinary as they pulsed with a faint, rhythmic hum, as if they were resonating with the heartbeat of the person that was wielding them.

"These are called Life-Flow Needles. They’re my partners. With these, I can help you expel that Emerald Poison from your body and strengthen your natural resistance to poisons in the future," Huang Bei said before carefully picking up a needle and pressing it toward one of the acupoints on Lin Feng’s back.

I hope it doesn’t hurt too much, Feng thought, feeling a bit nervous.

Yet, when the Life-Flow Needle actually pierced his back, he felt no pain at all.

Instead, the Emerald Poison in that part of his body rapidly gathered and flowed toward the needle, making it glow with poisonous energy.

Wow, this actually feels a lot better now, Feng thought as the pain in his body started to fade.

Seeing his expression, Old Chen smiled and said,

"I may not be a cultivator, but when it comes to medicine and expelling poisons, no one in Silverpine can claim to be better than me."

Old Chen spoke with a hint of pride as Yan Hao and Yan Li also joined the conversation.

"That’s right! Old Chen is a master doctor! In fact, he’s the best in all of Silverpine—maybe even the entire Eastern Territories!" Yan Hao said, trying to butter him up.

"That’s right! When it comes to healing, Old Chen is unrivaled under the heavens!" Yan Li added, going even further with his flattery, hoping for a reaction.

"Hmph, all you brats do is flatter people. If you spent that time cultivating, maybe you wouldn’t always need your older brother Huang Bei to protect you," Old Chen said.

He looked displeased, but the glint in his eyes showed he was actually enjoying their words.

Clearly, what Huang Bei said about these twin brothers using flattery to climb the ranks was true.

However, that wasn’t the main thing on Lin Feng’s mind. Remembering Old Chen’s words, he quickly asked, "Old Chen, were you unable to form a Heaven’s Pact?"

But the moment the words left his mouth, he realized it might be too personal and hurriedly tried to take them back.

"I meant no offense, Old Chen. I was just curious. I know someone back in Raincloud Village who also couldn’t form a Heaven’s Pact, and I was his only friend. So I understand what it’s like."

Old Chen smiled, showing he wasn’t bothered at all.

"Yes, when I went through my awakening ceremony, I couldn’t form a Heaven’s Pact.

Everyone around me shunned me—friends, family—everyone except my younger brother.

He stayed by my side and encouraged me every day to find a purpose in life.

That’s when I discovered the medicinal arts. I became obsessed.

It consumed all my time.

At first, everyone thought my efforts were pointless, but I kept trying different things until I learned about acupuncture. And here we are."

Feng listened, his eyes shining with awe.

He hadn’t expected Old Chen to have such a story.

"I wish you could have met my friend, Old Chen. He would’ve really liked to talk to someone like you."

Although that friend is already talking with you right now

Old Chen simply smiled.

Meanwhile, more Life-Flow Needles were carefully inserted into Feng’s back, steadily drawing out the Emerald Poison.

His body fought back against the poison, and since his physique was already stronger than most, it was actually much easier for him to dispel it.

However, as more and more needles were placed in his back, Feng noticed something else.

His ability to absorb spiritual energy, which had already improved thanks to the Blackwood Ruler’s gift, became even better.

It felt as if the natural impurities in his body were being drawn out by the needles, making his qi pathways more efficient at carrying spiritual energy throughout his body.

System, what’s happening to me? Feng asked, feeling curious.

He didn’t think Old Chen would do anything to harm him—after all, the way his subordinates were willing to risk their lives for him said a lot about his character.

[Responding to host: The Emerald Poison inside the host’s body is gradually being siphoned into the Life-Flow Needles inserted in the host’s back.

[Additionally, the Life-Flow Needles are clearing impurities from the host’s qi pathways, enhancing the host’s ability to absorb spiritual energy even further.]

So I was right... Does Old Chen actually have the ability to improve a cultivator’s talent? Isn’t that a heaven-defying ability?

Feng was shocked. Something like this would be coveted by every major organization in the Eastern Territories.

The ability to clear one’s qi pathways and improve spiritual energy absorption was something even high-level cultivators would desire, as it could help them break through bottlenecks in their cultivation.

When Chen Yang saw what Old Chen was doing to Lin Feng, his rage flared as he shouted, "CHEN LIN!! WHY ARE YOU HELPING A STRANGER BUT NOT ME?! I DESERVE THAT TREATMENT MORE THAN HIM!!"

Chen Yang couldn’t hold himself back anymore.

A massive sphere of Nethersoul Poison surged atop his palm, roiling like a storm cloud of toxic energy.

This time, the dark purple mist didn’t simply gather—it twisted and coiled, taking shape with eerie precision.

Purple scales glistened with a venomous sheen as the mist solidified, forming a colossal phyton.

The Nethersoul Poison Python hissed, its slit-like eyes gleaming with malice, its forked tongue flickering as if tasting the air for its prey.

It bore an uncanny resemblance to the Frostvenom Python—Senior Frost—the very beast Chen Yang was standing on.

The phyton’s body pulsed with corrosive energy, distorting the air around it, its mere presence suffocating.

The ground beneath it darkened, corroding under its aura, while the surrounding air thickened with the scent of death.

Chen Yang’s expression twisted with manic excitement as his aura surged to its peak.

He thrust his hand forward, his voice booming with unrestrained fury.

"Nine Nether Soul Art: Soul Python!"

At his command, the monstrous serpent lunged forward, its massive fangs bared, leaving behind a trail of decaying air as it struck.