Regret back then

Without hesitation, Xiao Feng immediately circulated his Spirit Energy, continuously transferring it to the City Lord.

Spirit Energy flowed between the two. Fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on Xiao Feng's forehead. He gritted his teeth and persevered, saying at the same time, "This can temporarily sustain the City Lord's life. But it still needs the aid of golden needles to stimulate the City Lord to wake up."

With that said, Xiao Feng turned to look at the man who had led the way earlier and said in a deep voice, "Go down quickly and prepare the golden needles."

The man acknowledged the order, turned around hastily, and left the room. His hurried footsteps stirred up a slight breeze.

Just as the two were nervously watching the City Lord, the man hurried back with the golden needles.

Xiao Feng's eyes lit up, and he immediately instructed, "Quick, help the City Lord sit up."

Hearing this, the man carefully helped the unconscious Chu Yue City Lord sit up, letting him lean against the headboard of the bed.

The City Lord's face was pale, his breathing weak, and his eyes tightly closed, as if he could stop breathing at any moment.

Xiao Feng took a deep breath and solemnly received the golden needles.

He formed a hand seal, and a pale blue Spirit Energy surged from his palm, slowly enveloping the gleaming needle tips.

Under the control of the Spirit Energy, the golden needles seemed to be endowed with life, trembling slightly in the air and emitting a faint halo.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

The golden needles, like arrows released from a bowstring, accurately pierced into the major Acupoints on the City Lord's body.

Each needle that fell was accompanied by a slight "hiss," as if awakening the dormant Meridians.

Sima Yan, who was watching from the side, was dumbfounded and couldn't help but ask, "Brother Xiao, what kind of miraculous technique is this? Why are you needling like this?"

Xiao Feng's hands did not stop moving, but he spoke slowly, "The City Lord has currently lost the will to live, and his life force is constantly flowing out. At the same time, all the Meridians in his body are blocked by Immortal Power. What I am using now is the 'Nine Revolutions Spring Return Needle'. First, I need to open up Acupoints such as Baihui, Taiyang, and Fengchi, and clear the Ren and Du Meridians..."

While explaining, he skillfully manipulated the golden needles, each one exceptionally accurate.

Sima Yan nodded repeatedly as he listened, his eyes filled with admiration.

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, fine beads of sweat had appeared on Xiao Feng's forehead.

He took a deep breath, waved his hands, and all the golden needles returned to his palm like birds returning to their nest.

"Alright." Xiao Feng let out a long breath and said to the man, "Let the City Lord lie down and rest. He should wake up in about an hour."

The man was overjoyed upon hearing this. He quickly and carefully laid the City Lord down, then bowed deeply to Xiao Feng, "Thank you, Immortal Master, for saving his life! If not for your help, my City Lord might have..."

Xiao Feng waved his hand and said, "There's no need for that. Please arrange for us to rest for a while. Come find us after the City Lord wakes up. I still have something to tell the City Lord."

"Yes, yes, yes." The man nodded repeatedly, "I'll go arrange it right away."

Xiao Feng and Sima Yan followed the man to an elegant guest room.

The room's furnishings were simple yet stylish, and the faint, elegant incense scent drifting in the air made one feel relaxed.

As soon as Sima Yan entered the room, he eagerly threw himself onto the bed and let out a comfortable sigh, "Ah, finally I can get some good rest. Brother Xiao, your needling technique is truly miraculous!"

Xiao Feng smiled slightly and sat down in the armchair in the room, "It's just some basic medical skill."

Sima Yan rolled over and sat up, scratching his head, "Brother Xiao, what do you think? Will the City Lord agree to help us when he wakes up?"

"It's hard to say." Xiao Feng mused, "Lan Ying's identity is not ordinary. If the City Lord agrees easily, it might cause unnecessary trouble. We need to plan carefully."

The two chatted for a while longer and fell asleep without realizing it.

The sky was just beginning to lighten when a series of urgent knocks on the door woke the sleeping Xiao Feng and Sima Yan.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Sima Yan rubbed his sleepy eyes and mumbled, "Who is it, so early in the morning..."

Xiao Feng had already gotten up and opened the door. He saw the man from yesterday standing outside, looking excited, "Two distinguished guests, the Lord has woken up! He is waiting for you both in the reception hall!"

As the man spoke, his eyes sparkled with excitement, and his tone was full of joy and gratitude.

Xiao Feng nodded, "Thank you for the notification, we'll go over now."

Sima Yan sprang up from the bed with a flip, "Great! Brother Xiao, let's hurry and go see the City Lord!"

The two quickly tidied their appearance and followed the man to the reception hall.

Pushing open the hall door, they saw a middle-aged man with an elegant demeanor and a face like polished jade, sitting upright in the main seat.

It was precisely that refined and upright Chu Yue City Lord.

Seeing Xiao Feng and Sima Yan enter, the City Lord immediately stood up, a sincere smile on his face, "Two young friends, thank you for saving my life. If not for your timely assistance, I'm afraid I would have already..."

Saying this, he bowed deeply to the two.

Xiao Feng quickly stepped forward to help the City Lord, "Lord, you are too kind. It was just a small effort, nothing to mention."

Sima Yan, however, was straightforward and got straight to the point, "Lord, we actually had other intentions in saving you. We hope you can do us a favor."

The Chu Yue City Lord was slightly taken aback, "Oh? What request do you two have?"

Sima Yan blurted out without thinking, "We would like to ask for your help in introducing us to Miss Lan Ying."

As soon as these words were spoken, the City Lord's expression suddenly changed drastically.

His brows furrowed tightly, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

His originally gentle face instantly became serious, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he was trying his best to suppress some emotion.

"Lan Ying?" The City Lord's voice was low, "You... how do you know about Lan Ying?"

"After Lan Ying died back then, her soul's resentment did not disperse and had been lingering at the foot of Mogan Mountain."

"That place is shrouded in dark mist all year round, and at night, one can even hear mournful cries, which are bone-chilling."

"Because she had committed too many sins, Lan Ying's wraith was suppressed at the foot of Mogan Mountain by bone-piercing nails."

Sima Yan continued, "Those bone-piercing nails were forged from the bones of the Nine Yin, capable of suppressing resentful souls that don't disperse for a hundred years. When they were hammered in, it is said that the entire Mogan Mountain echoed with Lan Ying's screams."

"However, not long ago, Lan Ying actually broke free from the suppression of the bone-piercing nails. She began to wander around the vicinity and abducted many women."

"It is said that those women were all pitiful people troubled by love. Lan Ying seems to think they had similar experiences to her own."

He paused, "And now, Lan Ying's obsession is to see the Chu Yue City Lord, Nangong Chuyue. This idea has completely consumed her mind."

When Sima Yan finished speaking, a deeply bitter smile appeared on the Nangong City Lord's face.

That smile contained endless regret and self-reproach, as if a thousand years of vicissitudes were condensed into this moment.

"I... I have no right to see her at all." Nangong Chuyue's voice trembled, "If it wasn't for me... what happened back then... none of it would have happened."