Chapter 226: Needles Beneath the Silent Night
Needles Beneath the Silent Night
"It’s okay, I’ll teach you."
Julian D’Aurelius’s calm voice echoed softly through the shattered martial arts hall, standing in sharp contrast to the chaos surrounding them.
The cold night wind drifted through the broken gates of the arena, carrying with it the scent of blood, dust, and burnt incense. Groans of pain rose from every corner of the hall as injured Old Martial Arts experts struggled to remain conscious.
Moonlight poured through the collapsed sections of the roof, illuminating pools of crimson scattered across the cracked stone floor.
The once-proud gathering of Valemont’s Old Martial Arts forces now looked miserable beyond words.
Some sat leaning against pillars with pale faces.
Some lay motionless while their companions anxiously checked their breathing.
Others quietly clenched their fists in humiliation.
Tonight, their pride had been crushed completely.
A single man had overturned the entire gathering.
Steffan.
Just thinking about that masked monster made many people instinctively shiver.
Meanwhile, Julian remained strangely calm.
His golden eyes swept across the injured crowd before stopping on Amara Ravenswood.
The petite beauty still looked nervous. Her long brown hair fell messily over her shoulders, and traces of sweat glistened faintly across her fair forehead.
Even with the medical knowledge inheritance left behind by her grandfather, there were still limits to what she could currently do.
Especially against injuries caused by overwhelming Gold Realm force.
Julian extended one hand calmly toward her.
"Give me the silver needles."
Amara blinked briefly before quickly nodding.
"O-Okay."
She hurriedly opened her medical pouch and handed him the carefully preserved silver needles.
The moment Julian touched them, his entire aura subtly changed.
The noisy surroundings gradually quieted.
Even those groaning in pain unconsciously looked toward him.
There was something oddly reassuring about the way he stood there beneath the moonlight.
Steady.
Unhurried.
As if no matter how severe the situation became, he already had the answer.
Julian had Amara Ravenswood hand him the silver needles and began treating the injured according to the methods in the Miracle Medicine Record.
The severely injured experts nearby watched nervously.
Many of their nervous systems had already suffered devastating damage from Steffan’s brutal attacks. Under normal circumstances, such injuries would cripple them permanently.
Some had already given up hope.
But Julian crouched beside the first unconscious Silver Realm expert without hesitation.
His fingers moved with incredible precision.
One silver needle pierced downward.
Then another.
And another.
The movements were smooth like flowing water.
Not a single motion looked wasted.
The surrounding air seemed to quieten with every needle he inserted.
Amara stood beside him, staring with widened hazel eyes.
Her breathing unconsciously slowed.
This...
This was completely different from ordinary Acupuncture Theropy.
The angle.
The rhythm.
The control of true energy through the needles.
Every movement seemed to contain a deeper principle hidden beneath it.
The nervous systems of these severely injured Old Martial Arts experts were severely damaged.
But they weren’t beyond repair.
The Miracle Medicine Record provided by the Tyrant System was quite effective for healing.
A faint stream of true energy flowed through the silver needles and entered the patient’s body.
Moments later—
The unconscious man suddenly coughed violently.
"Cough—!"
A mouthful of black blood sprayed onto the floor.
Then his previously pale face slowly regained some color.
His trembling eyelids gradually opened.
"I... I’m alive?"
His voice sounded weak and disbelieving.
The surrounding crowd instantly became restless.
"He woke up?"
"That’s impossible..."
"His nervous system was already collapsing..."
Even several older experts stared at Julian with shock.
They had originally assumed the young master of the D’Aurelius household was merely talented in martial arts and strategy.
Who would have thought his medical skills were this terrifying too?
Julian ignored the shocked voices around him and calmly moved toward the next patient.
Needles descended one after another beneath the moonlight.
Every treatment looked effortless.
Yet only Amara, standing closest to him, realized how profound these methods truly were.
Her eyes shone brighter and brighter as she observed carefully.
Occasionally, she would unconsciously bite her lip in excitement after understanding a new technique.
She had always wanted to learn the medical techniques from the Miracle Medicine Record from Julian.
But seeing Julian perform acupuncture today, she realized the treatment methods in the Miracle Medicine Record were truly incredible.
Far beyond anything she had imagined.
More importantly—
As she observed his treatment closely...
That familiar voice quietly echoed inside her mind again.
(Shift the needle half an inch lower... otherwise the true energy circulation will collapse.)
(Hm. Her observational skills are actually pretty good.)
(If Amara continues learning at this speed, she might surpass that old man someday.)
Amara’s face instantly flushed slightly.
Her heartbeat quickened involuntarily.
Again...
She could hear his thoughts again.
And every single time, Julian himself remained completely unaware.
Amara lowered her head slightly to hide the growing warmth on her face.
At the same time, she memorized every detail he thought about during treatment.
Plus, by eavesdropping on Julian’s inner thoughts during treatment, she learned even faster!
Meanwhile, Julian continued moving between the injured experts.
Some had broken ribs piercing into their organs.
Some had chaotic true energy destroying their internal pathways.
Others had nearly shattered nervous systems.
Yet one by one—
They stabilized.
The despair filling the hall slowly transformed into disbelief.
Then gratitude.
An old Silver Realm expert slowly struggled to stand after regaining consciousness.
His eyes turned red with emotion.
"Young Master Julian..."
His voice trembled slightly.
"You saved this old man’s life."
Julian merely waved his hand casually.
"Sit down properly. You’re not fully healed yet."
"Yes... yes..."
The old man quickly obeyed.
No one dared question him anymore.
At this moment, even many neutral forces secretly began reconsidering their stance.
A powerful martial artist was terrifying.
But a powerful martial artist capable of saving lives...
That was something entirely different.
Such a person naturally earned loyalty more easily than brute force ever could.
After treating everyone—
Except for a few who were killed on the spot, the others would recover with two months of good rest.
The atmosphere inside the martial arts hall finally relaxed slightly.
Several injured experts sighed in relief.
Some younger disciples even looked at Julian with admiration bordering on worship.
Only one corpse nearby looked particularly miserable.
Charvi Lockheart.
The former lackey who had blindly followed Evan until the very end.
His body had already turned dark purple.
His eyes remained frozen wide open in terror.
The Bright Life Sucking Leach inside his body had devoured him alive after losing control.
The sight made many people instinctively shudder.
Several disciples quietly dragged the corpse away.
No one pitied him.
After all, everyone present knew exactly what kind of person he had been.
Julian slowly wiped the blood from his fingers using a clean cloth before finally standing up.
The hall immediately quieted again.
Everyone subconsciously looked toward him.
Moonlight illuminated his black hair and sharp golden eyes.
Despite treating so many people continuously, his expression remained calm and composed.
"I’ll prescribe a formula for you all later. Take the medicine regularly, and you’ll recover in two months."
His steady voice carried clearly throughout the hall.
Many injured experts instantly looked relieved.
Two months...
Compared to permanent crippling, that outcome was already unbelievably good.
Then Julian’s gaze slowly swept across everyone present.
He could clearly sense their hesitation.
Their fear.
Their uncertainty regarding Steffan.
"As for that man called Steffan threatening you, you don’t need to worry."
The hall became completely silent.
Even the night wind outside seemed to quieten briefly.
Julian continued calmly,
"Since he’s targeting me, I’ll handle it and won’t let you get involved."
