"Why has Duke Cheng become like this! What is he doing?" Shen Luo asked in a lost voice when he saw Cheng Yaojin like this.
“Duke Cheng was controlled by the fox clan in the previous war. His foundation was completely destroyed and he was running out of energy. Before he died, he passed on his life force and insights from his years of cultivation to Lu Huaming.” Yuan Tiangang bowed with one hand.
Shen Luo's face changed when he heard that. His spiritual sense swept over the two of them. He appeared next to Cheng Yaojin in the attic and pointed with his right hand.
Eight crystal green lights shot out from his fingertips and simultaneously penetrated into the eight important healing acupoints on Cheng Yaojin's waist and abdomen, which were the Eight Gates of Life and Death.
Xue Li and the white-haired old man outside the attic both changed their expressions when they saw this scene. Xue Li was okay as he already had some understanding of Shen Luo, but the white-haired old man was furious.
"How dare you! Who are you? Stop it now!" He shouted angrily and waved his sleeves.
Eighty-one silver lights shot out densely from his sleeves. They were actually eighty-one silver needles, which hit Shen Luo's body with incredible speed. There was no sound and no breath fluctuation.
At this moment, a white light flashed in front of them, and all the silver needles were rolled up. It turned out to be Yuan Tiangang who took action.
"Master Hutu, please stop. This is Fellow Daoist Shen Luo, a friend of the Tang government, not an enemy." Yuan Tiangang said.
"I can naturally see that this person has no intention of harming the Duke, but the Duke is practicing the method of passing on his skills and cannot be affected in any way. Otherwise, not only will he die, but nephew Lu's soul will also be severely damaged!" Hu Tu said anxiously.
"Master Hu Tu, don't worry. Fellow Daoist Shen is not very old, but his cultivation has reached a high level. He has always been calm and composed. He must have seen that Duke Cheng is teaching his skills. Since he has taken action, he will definitely not harm the Duke and Lu Huaming." Yuan Tiangang said calmly, and with a flick of his sleeves, he sent the eighty-one silver needles back to Hu Tu.
Hu Tu showed a hesitant look and glanced at Shen Luo, then waved his sleeves and collected all the silver needles.
In the attic, Shen Luo naturally realized that what Cheng Yaojin was doing could not be affected by external forces. He carefully circulated the Yellow Emperor's Classic of Internal Medicine, and eight green lights turned into wisps of mist, which penetrated into Cheng Yaojin's body without any hindrance, without causing any impact on him.
The green light was full of vitality, and Cheng Yaojin's spirits were lifted. He barely raised his head and glanced at Shen Luo.
"Shen Luo, you are here too. I thought we would never meet again. Haha..." Cheng Yaojin said in a hoarse voice.
"Your Majesty, please stop for now. I have a way that may save your life. Close your eyes, concentrate, and regulate your breathing!" Shen Luo said in a muffled voice.
"I can feel that the skills you are using at this moment are extraordinary, and seem to have a miraculous effect on healing wounds. However, I know my own body best. Not only my physical body, but also my spiritual power has been drained clean. It is only by relying on years of practice that I can retain the last bit of vitality. Even if Shennong were to be resurrected, he could not save me now. There is no need to waste your energy." Cheng Yaojin said.
When Shen Luo heard this, his heart skipped a beat.
He has not yet practiced the Yellow Emperor's Classic of Internal Medicine to a high level. If he could only recover from physical injuries or treat the damage to his soul, he might have some confidence. But he could not recover both at the same time, which he could not do at this stage.