Qian Xunji, standing nearby, also frowned.
The claim that his mind had suffered a shock simply did not hold up.
That was because Lin Chuan's healing effect was close to that of a high-level healing technique.
Moreover, according to Lin Chuan, if there was nothing wrong with the body, the treatment would also restore the mind.
No matter what was wrong with Yu Xiaogang, he should have shown some reaction after this treatment.
Then Qian Xunji suddenly thought of a possibility, and her expression turned strange.
No wonder Chuan'er wanted to enter the arena. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon is going to lose face terribly!
Hearing that even Lin Chuan was at a loss,
Yu Yuanzhen was frantic with worry:
What am I supposed to do?
It looks like I can only find a more powerful healing-type Soul Master to treat him. If he ends up with psychological trauma and becomes a fool, my son will be utterly finished.
Yu Yuanzhen forced down his emotions and thanked Lin Chuan:
"No matter what, thank you for stepping in to help, Nephew Lin Chuan."
At that moment, Lin Chuan spoke with a strange look on his face:
"Wait, Sect Master Yu."
"Although my Soul Skill woke up little brother Xiaogang, I still have a folk remedy I can try."
Hearing this, Yu Yuanzhen felt a surge of joy. "Then sorry for the trouble, Nephew. Please try again."
Everyone present was also astonished. They had not expected Lin Chuan to have another way.
Yu Xiaogang, lying on the ground, sneered inwardly.
No matter who it is, as long as I keep pretending to be unconscious and asleep, who can wake me up?
But Lin Chuan lowered his voice and reminded him:
"Sect Master Yu, why don't we take little brother Xiaogang out of the arena before waking him up?"
He had already decided to give him a tactful reminder.
After all, Yu Yuanzhen's attitude had been fairly good.
Yu Yuanzhen was beside himself with worry. How could he hear the implication?
He spoke urgently, even placing a hand on Lin Chuan's shoulder:
"His life is at stake, so sorry for the trouble, but please act immediately."
"In that case, forgive my offense!"
Lin Chuan let out a long sigh and, in front of everyone, put away his Wishing Angel Martial Soul.
The Soul Ring that had been glowing also dimmed.
Everyone present was dumbfounded by this sight, unable to tell what he was up to.
The elders of the medicine hall snorted. "He's even put away his Martial Soul. How is he going to save anyone? He's just putting on a show."
Hearing the elders' remarks, Liu Erlong frowned.
Brother Lin Chuan is kindly trying to save someone, so why are the clan elders mocking him?
Do these elders really want Yu Xiaogang to die?
Up in the stands.
At the Clear Sky Sect's seats.
Tang Wei was also very surprised to see this.
He could not help thinking of his third son, Tang San.
"Could this Lin Chuan have mastered those strange arts, just like Xiao San?"
The knowledge and arts Tang San had mastered had brought the Clear Sky Sect considerable astonishment.
Especially his knowledge of medicine.
Even the Breaking Clan had been greatly surprised.
Tang Hao frowned. "Father, who knows what this Lin Chuan is up to? How could he possibly compare to Xiao San?"
Tang Xiao nodded slightly. In his view, if Xiao San had stepped in, Yu Xiaogang would have been woken up long ago. Even if Lin Chuan could wake Yu Xiaogang now, he would certainly still be inferior to his third brother.
At the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's seats.
Seeing this, Ning Fengzhi became intrigued. "I have a feeling Lin Chuan will surprise us."
Chen Xin also nodded in deep agreement.
He could also see that Lin Chuan must have some confidence to act this way.
And at Spirit Hall's seats.
Bibi Dong narrowed her beautiful eyes. "Teacher, I think my naughty junior brother is about to make his move!"
Qian Xunji also grew serious.
Dong'er was always complaining that Chuan'er was full of mischief, but she had not believed her.
Now it seemed Chuan'er really was a little naughty.
In the middle of the training arena.
Lin Chuan once again approached Yu Xiaogang, step by step.
Hearing Lin Chuan's approaching footsteps, Yu Xiaogang could not help growing uneasy.
He cursed inwardly, Damn Lin Chuan, what is he up to now?
The main problem was that his eyes were closed, so he could not guess what Lin Chuan was doing at all.
From the elders' words, he could only guess that Lin Chuan had put away both his Martial Soul and Soul Ring.
He secretly rejoiced and wondered, Could he be about to give me some rare pill from Spirit Hall? If so, Spirit Hall will be taking a huge loss.
Watching Lin Chuan take his time, Yu Yuanzhen grew a little anxious and even wanted to urge him to act quickly.
But just then, the spatial ring on Lin Chuan's hand flashed.
A steel needle emitting a cold gleam appeared out of thin air in Lin Chuan's hand.
Everyone froze at the sight.
Holy crap!
What kind of thunderous steel needle is that?
Was Lin Chuan about to attack someone in broad daylight, in front of everyone?
At this sight, Yu Yuanzhen instantly flashed over to Lin Chuan's side.
But before Yu Yuanzhen could act, Lin Chuan smiled and said,
"Don't worry, Sect Master Yu. I read in the ancient texts of Spirit Hall that for someone whose mind has suffered trauma, a hard stab in the buttocks with a needle can restore their senses."
???
Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang, lying on the ground, was instantly in a foul mood.
What does he mean, stabbing someone's buttocks with a needle can restore their senses?
Dad, hurry up and stop him!
At that moment, Yu Yuanzhen seemed to sense what Yu Xiaogang was thinking.
He too looked suspicious.
"Nephew Lin Chuan, do Spirit Hall's ancient texts really say that?"
Lin Chuan naturally nodded with confidence.
"Of course!"
"Just trust me, Sect Master Yu."
And up in the stands.
Bibi Dong blinked her beautiful eyes and looked at her teacher, Qian Xunji.
"Teacher, do our Spirit Hall's records really say that?"
Lin Chuan had read quite a few of Spirit Hall's books lately, perhaps even more than she had in total.
Bibi Dong felt a little unsure of herself.
Since her junior brother had said so, perhaps he really was right.
Qian Xunji's exquisitely beautiful face also wore a serious expression at that moment.
"Of course your junior brother is right."
"Dong'er, that's why you should learn from your junior brother and read more books on theory. Otherwise, in a situation like today's, you'll be at a loss!"
Bibi Dong pouted. How had this somehow become about her?
The corners of Qian Xunji's mouth curved up slightly, but she quickly grew serious again.
What she did not tell Bibi Dong was this:
Spirit Hall did indeed have a record of the method Lin Chuan had described.
But the needle recorded by Spirit Hall was blunt-tipped.
Not like the needle her disciple Chuan'er had taken out.
Yu Yuanzhen was somewhat taken aback. After all, he was at a loss himself and could only let Lin Chuan try, so he hesitantly asked another question.
"Could you use a smaller needle?"
"Doesn't that one seem a little too big?"
Looking at the thunderous steel needle, he could not help feeling a slight ache in his buttocks.
The steel needle was as thick as a finger.
One stab with that might leave a huge hole.
Meanwhile, Yu Xiaogang lay on the ground, unable to see or touch it, and could only start imagining just how big this so-called needle was.
As he saw it, it was probably only a size thicker than an ordinary silver needle at most.
He felt a little uneasy.
As long as I force myself to endure it, I can definitely get through this.
But Lin Chuan said with a smile:
"This already counts as a small one."
"It's only as thick as an index finger."
"The most effective one is a large needle as thick as a thumb."
"I was afraid little brother Xiaogang wouldn't be able to bear it, so I chose this one."
?????
Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang instantly couldn't hold it together!
As thick as an index finger?
Lin Chuan, are you even fucking human?