After placing the silver needles properly, Junior Qi waited to see a guilty expression appear on Su Yue's face. He didn't believe for a second that Su Yue would succeed.
However, in the very next breath, a faint mist directly enveloped the silk threads. In the blink of an eye, Su Yue was already frantically circulating the compressed Qi Blood within his body to begin the healing process.
He hadn't cultivated the fifth level. It involved some Daoist sect codes that were extremely troublesome to decipher. Furthermore, it required answering many tricky and obscure Daoist questions, akin to a Q&A defense mechanism. Su Yue knew absolutely nothing about them, so he simply gave up.
He had to admit, the Daoist sect kept up with the times.
Having cultivated only to the fourth level, he could only save one person at a time. Although this couldn't compare to Bai Ziqing's numbers, Su Yue finally had something to do.
