The silver needles were as fine as hairs, glinting with pinpricks of cold light. A long, slender silver thread was attached to the end of each needle, its other end tied to a stray dog that had long since been subdued and knocked unconscious.
There were twelve silver needles in all, twelve silver threads, binding Jiang Ruoyun tightly to the stray dog.
The atmosphere in the room immediately grew far more tense.
"I'm starting the transfer. Keep watch," Ye Fan said. A faint blue-green glow flickered at his fingertips, pointing directly at the junctions of the twelve silver threads. It then divided into twelve streams of energy and flowed toward the needles.
"Urgh..." Jiang Ruoyun groaned dully in her unconscious state. Her brows knitted tightly together, and pain showed on her face.
Lu Feng watched as the silver needles gradually turned black. Strands of black substance seeped into the needles, flowing along Ye Fan's guidance toward the stray dog on the floor.
"Tianxi, Fuai, Daheng—maintain the balance of spiritual energy at these three points," Ye Fan instructed.
Lu Feng had only a rough understanding of such obscure acupoints, yet at this moment, he knew exactly where they were. Three silver needles had already turned completely black, and the points indicated by their tips corresponded precisely to Tianxi, Fuai, and Daheng in his memory.
Lu Feng reached out and poured spiritual energy into Jiang Ruoyun's body, guiding her own energy into those three acupoints to keep them balanced and stable, preventing the black toxin from flowing back.
Once the three silver threads had gradually turned pitch-black, Ye Fan continued controlling them as he said, "Shoulder Well, Jingmen, Qihu."
Lu Feng continued channeling spiritual energy to stabilize them.
"Middle Court, Zhongwan, sea of qi, Xiawan..." Ye Fan and Lu Feng worked in