Chapter 595 — Say That Again, I Dare You
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
The demon race was simply caught off guard and could not tell truth from falsehood, and that is why my trick succeeded. " The Deaf Elder's face was bristling with silver needles.
The corner of his eye twitched wildly; the Alchemist stuck in another needle, and now it no longer twitched—though half his face felt numb. His eyes had gone crooked, one eyeball up and one down, drool running from the corner of his mouth: "If I can recover my vital essence tonight, I'll paint another one straight through the night and make them even more wary. . .
Alchemist, I feel like the face of this chicken isn't the chicken's anymore, I can't find the color head. . .
" "This needle is for needling your primordial spirit, but it will prick your facial nerves and throw them temporarily out of balance. Don't worry!
Little Shen, you did well, sealing off his hun and po. Come, look—where should this needle go? " The Alchemist hesitated, pointing at a spot along the Deaf Elder's spine, and asked Shen Mu, "I'm not sure right now whether to needle it here. .
. " Shen Mu studied it carefully, then laughed.
"Grandpa Alchemist is testing me. If you put the needle in here, it passes right through the earthly hun and lodges at the perineum of the primordial spirit. One needle and it pierces into the Divine Treasury of Life and Death; the demon qi and demon nature of the Nether Capital invade, taint the perineum, and pollute the earthly hun. He would certainly be left unable to father children, and his temperament would change drastically as well. " The Alchemist withdrew the silver needle without any change of expression and nodded slowly. "I was testing you, and you actually saw through it.
" Shen Mu laughed. "I knew you were testing me!
This needle, Grandpa Alchemist, is meant to connect the Divine Treasury of Life and Death with the Divine Treasury of the Spirit Bridge, so that Grandpa Deaf's vital essence can circulate between the two treasuries. So it should go here! The needle enters through the Divine Treasury of the Spirit Bridge and draws the vital essence of the Spirit Bridge across into the Divine Treasury of Life and Death—enough to suppress the demon nature and demon qi there without harming Grandpa Deaf's fertility. " His finger moved up a little, and he looked at the Alchemist expectantly.
"This is the spot Grandpa Alchemist was actually going to needle, isn't it?
" The Alchemist gave a long "mm," his face betraying nothing, and needled the place Shen Mu had indicated, secretly ashamed in his heart: "That little fellow Shen—no wonder he is the one who built the mathematical model of the Spirit Bridge space.
His understanding of the Spirit Bridge is just a hair above mine.
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. " Hearing the two of them talk, the Deaf Elder broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead, beads the size of beans rolling down.
"What if we needle Grandpa Deaf here?
" Snow Fox asked excitedly, pointing at the Deaf Elder's sea of qi. Shen Mu and the Alchemist said hastily, "You can't needle that spot—one slip and his cultivation would be ruined! " The Deaf Elder's face went ashen.
He squinted sidelong at Snow Fox: "Ling'er, I even taught you your letters! " The Alchemist was, after all, still more skilled than Shen Mu.
Shen Mu only understood the Divine Treasury of the Spirit Bridge deeply; his grasp of the other divine treasuries could not match the Alchemist's, and most of the time he could only watch. At last the Deaf Elder's primordial spirit was stabilized, and the Alchemist compounded more medicine to restore his vital essence. That night, the shrill, desolate howls of the demon race came from the distance and kept up all night, with drums beating from time to time, feigning a night assault.