Chapter 11: The Elixir of Eternal Youth

“Hmph!”
Zhao Jun kept groaning, his body trembling incessantly. Beads of sweat, large as beans, covered his forehead and face.

Zhao Feng’s expression was grim. “If it had been right after the injury, with my current abilities, I could have healed you completely. But now, it’s somewhat difficult.”

Drawing a deep breath, Zhao Feng took out the seventh silver needle.

When the Death Eighteen Needles reached seven, the effect entered a whole new realm. Yet, it placed immense strain on the practitioner.

But for his father, Zhao Feng had no choice.

“Boom!”

Zhao Feng pinched the seventh silver needle and plunged it into Zhao Jun’s knee.

With the addition of the seventh needle, a reaction seemed to occur among the previous six and this new one, as if a chemical transformation had taken place.

A humming sound resounded.

To everyone’s astonishment, the seven silver needles began to glow, startling all present—especially Zhao Jun.

He had always been a skeptic, never believing in supernatural phenomena.

Zhao Jun was terrified. “What’s happening? This is too strange!”

His shock at the glowing needles surpassed even the pain from his wounded knee.

Zhao Feng smiled. “Dad, this is perfectly normal. It’s just that the material of these needles is rather special.”

That was all he could say.

Zhao Jun nodded, uncertain but accepting.

Beside him, Chen Lan held Zhao Jun’s hand, patting reassuringly.

Zhao Jun squeezed her hand in return. “Don’t worry, I’m fine!”

Chen Lan nodded.

Zhao Feng’s voice rang out. “Dad, I’m going to remove the needles now.”

“Alright!”

Without further ado, Zhao Feng grasped a needle and swiftly pulled it out.

This time, Zhao Jun felt no pain—instead, a wave of comfort swept through him.

A warm current surged in his knee, flowing into his limbs and bones, spreading a delightful sensation.

Zhao Feng chuckled.

He pulled out the silver needles one by one; all seven were removed.

Zhao Jun felt incredibly comfortable.

“Dad, try standing up,” Zhao Feng said.

Zhao Jun blinked. “I can stand now?”

Zhao Feng nodded.

Zhao Jun, still skeptical, stood up.

“Take a few steps,” Zhao Feng instructed.

Zhao Jun tried walking. Instantly, he was dumbfounded.

He stared in amazement at Zhao Feng and Chen Lan. “This—this is miraculous! I can walk!”

Zhao Feng shook his head. “Dad, not yet. You need to rest for a while. I’ve only delayed the problem; it’s not fully healed.”

Zhao Jun looked disappointed.

Chen Lan gave him a gentle slap. “What do you mean ‘this’? Listen to your son!”

Zhao Jun scratched his head. “Alright, alright. I’ll listen to him!”

“That’s more like it!” Chen Lan laughed.

The four in the room all laughed together.

Zhao Feng joined in, feeling a warmth he hadn’t known in years.

Midnight.

Zhao Feng lay on his bed, staring at the dark ceiling.

Suddenly, he frowned.

He sensed someone outside his door.

Chen Ying was lurking outside, acting furtively, when suddenly the door swung open. Her body stiffened instantly.

Zhao Feng looked at her, speechless. “What are you doing?”

Chen Ying, embarrassed, stammered, “N-nothing…”

Zhao Feng rolled his eyes. “Tell me, what’s going on?”

Chen Ying pouted. “Why are you so fierce?”

Zhao Feng rolled his eyes again. “You’re sneaking around my door in the middle of the night. My attitude is already polite enough.”

“Tch!”

“Come on, what’s the matter?” Zhao Feng pressed.

Chen Ying raised her pale arm. “Look!”

Zhao Feng blinked. “What do you want me to see?”

Chen Ying was speechless.

She took out her smartphone and switched on the flashlight.

Zhao Feng was surprised. “Your phone has a flashlight?”

Chen Ying was even more exasperated. “That’s not what I want you to look at!”

Zhao Feng rubbed his nose. “Then what is it?”

Chen Ying rotated her arm, revealing a long wound.

“Can you fix this?” she asked.

Zhao Feng was startled. “How did this happen?”

Chen Ying rolled her eyes, her tone indifferent. “You really are forgetful!”

Zhao Feng chuckled, rubbing his nose. “I was joking.”

Chen Ying grew serious. “I’m asking seriously—can you take care of this?”

“Just bandage it,” Zhao Feng replied calmly.

Chen Ying was furious. “I know that! But that’s not my concern!”

“What is, then?” Zhao Feng asked.

Her face flushed red. “I’m worried about scarring!”

“So that’s it.”

Zhao Feng rubbed his nose. “That’s easy.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Hurray! Wonderful!” Chen Ying leapt up in delight.

Zhao Feng waved his hand. “Come in.”

Chen Ying hesitated.

Zhao Feng was puzzled. “What is it?”

She answered shyly, “I’ve never been in a boy’s room before.”

Zhao Feng rolled his eyes.

They entered the room.

Zhao Feng gestured toward his bed. “There’s no chair here, just sit on the bed.”

Chen Ying was bashful.

Zhao Feng was speechless. “What now?”

Chen Ying stammered, “I’ve never sat on a boy’s bed before. Will I get pregnant?”

“Pfft!”

Zhao Feng had just swallowed his tea and immediately sprayed it out.

He shook his head helplessly. “Alright, just sit. You won’t.”

“Really?”

“Of course.”

“What if you’re lying?”

Zhao Feng grew serious. “Trust me, I never lie.”

“Alright.”

Chen Ying sat gently on the bed.

Zhao Feng came to her side.

She wore a pink camisole; Zhao Feng glanced inadvertently, catching a glimpse of snowy white skin.

She was quite curvy.

Zhao Feng rubbed his nose. “Stretch out your arm.”

“Oh, okay!”

Chen Ying quickly extended her arm.

Zhao Feng gently took it, noting the long wound, with muscle turned outward.

He frowned. “Doesn’t this hurt?”

Chen Ying glared at him. “Of course it hurts!”

Zhao Feng nodded.

She looked at him expectantly. “Well? Can you do it?”

Zhao Feng didn’t tease her, but smiled. “Yes.”

“Really?” Chen Ying was instantly excited.

Zhao Feng smiled. “Luckily, I have rejuvenation medicine in my bag. It’s perfect for this kind of wound, and won’t leave a scar!”

Chen Ying was even more excited. “Really?”

Zhao Feng rolled his eyes. “Of course.”

Chen Ying laughed joyfully.

Zhao Feng opened his blue pouch and took out a snowy white porcelain bottle. “Give me your arm.”

“Oh, okay—”