Supremely Talented Tyrant

Yu Zhixun's face turned green. Yu Mingxiang and Yu Xiatang's words sounded so strange, didn't they? It was as if they couldn't wait to see him made a fool of.

Yu Zhixun glared at Hao Jian and said in a deep voice, "Why don't they have to kneel, but I have to?"

"Do you even need to ask? It's because you're ugly," Hao Jian said with a laugh.

"..."

"Kneel or not, if you don't kneel I'm just going to leave," Hao Jian threatened as he made a move to leave.

"Old Two, just kneel quickly, don't force me to get physical!" Yu Xiatang threatened impatiently. He would do anything as long as Hao Jian agreed to treat the old master.

Yu Zhixun knelt down sullenly. He knew he had no other choice. If he didn't kneel, Yu Xiatang would force him to anyway.

"Kid, you've got guts!" Yu Zhixun's eyes were filled with rage as he ground his teeth in hatred.

"Yo, still daring to threaten me? Slap yourself," Hao Jian demanded, glaring at Yu Zhixun.

"Don't go too far, you brat!" Yu Zhixun was so angry that he felt like killing Hao Jian. Being forced to kneel was bad enough, but now he was supposed to harm himself?

"It seems you're not that eager to save the old master after all. If that's the case, then it probably doesn't make a difference whether I save him or not," Hao Jian sighed and pretended to leave again.

"Smack."

Yu Mingxiang directly slapped Yu Zhixun across the face. Yu Zhixun was stunned on the spot, never expecting the usually silent and introverted Yu Mingxiang to be the one hitting him.

"Old Three, you..."

"Why do you talk so much nonsense? Why can't you just kneil down and admit your mistake honestly? What good does the old master's death do for you? Don't drag us down with your bad luck, okay?"

Yu Mingxiang spoke with a look of annoyance. If the old master died, the Yu Family would be doomed, and they would all be in trouble.

If it were him, he wouldn't hesitate to chop off one of his own hands, let alone slap himself.

Yu Zhixun was too calculating, always acting cautiously in whatever he did, which made him lack a certain boldness.

"Smack."

At this moment, another slap landed on Yu Zhixun's face. He turned around in anger to look at Yu Xiatang, "What are you doing now?"

But Yu Xiatang ignored him and sought Hao Jian's opinion instead, "Hao Jian, is that enough? If not, I can hit him some more."

Hao Jian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. These two were obviously taking advantage of public affairs for their own benefit. They said they were helping him but really just wanted an excuse to satisfy their own desire to hit someone, right?

"Enough, let's save the old master first," Hao Jian said.

"Oh." Yu Xiatang nodded slightly disappointed.

Seeing Yu Xiatang acting like this, Yu Zhixun felt the urge to kill. This was too much bullying, way too much!

When Hao Jian and the others were heading back, Liang Xiaotang was still standing there like a log, not daring to make a sound or move an inch.

Because of his negligence, the old master had almost died. If the Yu Family pursued the matter, he could be buried alive at any minute, so he didn't dare to leave.

Hao Jian and the others did not pay any attention to him. Hao Jian said to Yu Xiatang directly, "Go prepare a basin of hot water, a box of disinfected silver needles, and a raincoat for me."

Everyone was puzzled. They could understand why he would need a basin of hot water and a box of silver needles, but what was the raincoat for?

Although they were confused, they didn't ask why and quickly went to prepare these items.

Then, Hao Jian slowly put on the raincoat and washed his hands with the hot water before starting the treatment.

"Hoo." Holding seven silver needles in his hand, he took a deep breath and swiftly inserted the needles. With just a few swishing sounds, all seven needles were embedded in the old master's back.

The whole process was smooth and done in one go, causing everyone to be greatly shocked.

"Seven-Star Needles? You actually know the Seven-Star Needle technique?" At that moment, Liang Xiaotang spotted Hao Jian's method of needling and suddenly exclaimed, startling everyone.

"What are the Seven-Star Needles?" Yu Jiayi asked in confusion.

"The Seven-Star Needle is a technique uniquely invented by Liang Wangsun. It has the special effects of detoxifying, eliminating dampness, and dissipating bruises. The reason no one has been able to master its essence is that the seven acupoints targeted by the needles were all discovered by Liang Wangsun himself, and until now, no one else has been able to learn this unique skill.

But the way I just saw him insert the needles, I'm certain it was the Seven-Star Needle technique!"

Liang Xiaotang looked at Hao Jian in shock. He had also studied the Seven-Star Needle and, therefore, was somewhat familiar with how the needles were placed and their approximate locations. The technique used by Hao Jian was definitely the Seven-Star Needle.

As a result, everyone stared at Hao Jian in astonishment. Could Hao Jian actually know Liang Wangsun's unique skill? How was that possible?

"Not much of a skill, but seems like you have a good eye," Hao Jian said teasingly.

"Why do you know Liang Wangsun's needling technique?" Liang Xiaotang asked, with a frown on his face. At this moment, he just wanted to know where Hao Jian had learned the Seven-Star Needle technique.

"Liang Wangsun is my master. Why wouldn't I know his needling technique?" Hao Jian rolled his eyes. What Liang Xiaotang said was simply nonsensical.

At these words, everyone's shock intensified. Just a moment ago, they had been wondering about Hao Jian's connection to Liang Wangsun, and now Hao Jian had told them he was Liang Wangsun's disciple?

"That's impossible. Liang Wangsun doesn't have any disciples. I've never heard of it. Don't try to deceive me," Liang Xiaotang said doubtfully.

"If I'm not his disciple, where did I learn the Seven-Star Needle?" retorted Hao Jian with a cold laugh.

Liang Xiaotang fell silent.

Indeed, if Hao Jian was not Liang Wangsun's disciple, how could one explain his knowledge of the Seven-Star Needle? With Liang Wangsun's old-fashioned obstinacy, he would absolutely not pass on his signature skill to an outsider.

"So, now do you see how ridiculous I found it when I heard that you were Liang Wangsun's successor? Even I, his direct disciple, haven't claimed to be his successor, yet you, an imposter, dare such blatant boasting?" Hao Jian scoffed, looking at Liang Xiaotang with disdain.

Liang Xiaotang was deeply ashamed, realizing he had been bragging about his identity in front of Liang Wangsun's actual disciple.

The expressions on everyone else's faces were odd, as they had just believed in Liang Xiaotang because he was hailed as Liang Wangsun's successor—a title that had been conferred by others. Although everyone thought of him as the successor, it meant nothing without Liang Wangsun's consent. But Hao Jian was different.

He was Liang Wangsun's direct disciple; he didn't need the approval of the whole world, just the acknowledgment of Liang Wangsun alone was enough.

Yu Xiatang and the others began to smile bitterly. Just a moment ago, they had really hitched their wagon to the wrong star and mistook glass for a pearl.

Yu Jiayi also showed a look of guilt because she had almost caused her grandfather's death.
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After the Seven-Star Needles were inserted, Hao Jian began massaging the old master's back, alternating between gentle and firm touches, with precise control. After about half an hour, he finally stopped.

By then, they could see that the old master's back was slightly swollen, with a clump of bruise gathered right at the Seven-Star Needles' locations.