Just as Xiao Hua had said, after the time it took to eat two meals, the pain on Zhu Feng and Zhu Xi'er's faces gradually faded, until their expressions finally became peaceful. The sweat on their foreheads and bodies had long since soaked through their black hair and clothes.
Seeing this, Xiao Hua checked their conditions once more, then turned and cupped his hands to Fan Yueguan and Old Madam Zhu. "I have not failed your trust!"
As he spoke, he casually struck several more acupoints on their bodies, allowing them to move again.
"Feng'er, Xi'er!" Joy filled Fan Yueguan and Old Madam Zhu's faces as they rushed toward the bed. Xiao Hua watched them with a smile before stepping out of the main hall.
Night had already fallen. Stars dotted the clear sky overhead. With his hands clasped behind his back, Xiao Hua stood beneath the Wutong tree and gazed through its leaves at the boundless heavens. Countless stars twinkled faintly like pairs of crafty eyes, while the occasional shooting star streaked across the sky, throwing the order of the night into disarray.
As he watched, Xiao Hua pondered what had just happened. What was that footwork beneath my feet? Though I cannot remember it, I somehow knew how to use it, and it even seemed utterly familiar. And what were those Acupoint Striking techniques? How could they have the effect of a Spirit Cleansing Talisman? It seems... there are many such techniques, each with different uses!
Hmm, could they be used on cultivators? Xiao Hua immediately thought of applying the Acupoint Striking techniques, but after considering it, he shook his head. *Cultivators have defensive spiritual power throughout their bodies, and many even possess defensive magic artifacts. Even if I struck an acupoint, what use would it have? These