The various techniques of needle application were already ingrained in his mind. He casually performed one of them, these brilliant medical classics closely resembled martial arts, specifically targeting a person's meridians and vital points. Yet, unlike other martial arts, this was a purely offensive technique, never to be used on oneself.
Normally delivered through texts, drawn in scrolls, it was naturally hazy, like seeing through a thin mist, never quite clear. But now, with the permission of a fourth-ranked master to practice on, the changes in the meridians and acupuncture points were clear at a glance. This profound needling technique was understood naturally, comprehensible upon thought.
Wang Anfeng raised his hand to sense Xu Sixing's qi mechanism, nodding slightly. After the thirty-six silver needles had completely settled, he raised his right hand, palm inward. Driven by the qi mechanism, the thirty-six silver needles trembled and buzzed, all flying out.
