"Who is it?" Elder Xuanchen opened his eyes, rather irritated. When he cultivated, he refused to be disturbed—that was his rule—and there were people guarding the door as well. That someone should still knock at his door naturally angered Elder Xuanchen. But the person outside did not answer him, and instead pushed the door open and walked straight in! Elder Xuanchen was about to explode with rage, but when he saw who had entered, he was instantly struck dumb! "Little One? Little Eleven? What happened to you?" Catching sight of Little Eleven, whose body was covered in silver needles, Elder Xuanchen lost all composure. He sprang to his feet and strode over in great strides—this was his own flesh and blood, his daughter. "Master, when Little Eleven was activating the indicators for Sun Jingyan and forcibly treating Taganlong's injuries, Wei Zhao arrived. This whole body of silver needles on Little Eleven—he pulled them from Sun Jingyan's body and then stuck them into Little Eleven's. But somehow, Wei Zhao can actually use the Fuxi Nine Needles as well!" Little One lowered his head and spoke to Elder Xuanchen in a low, heavy voice. "The Fuxi Nine Needles? This is the Fuxi Nine Needles?" Elder Xuanchen was briefly stunned, and then a grave expression appeared on his face. He reached out and laid his hand directly on Little Eleven's meridians. After a slight examination, Elder Xuanchen's expression grew even uglier! Elder Xuanchen had also studied the Fuxi Nine Needles, but since he was unsuited to cultivating them, he had let Little Eleven learn them instead. In the entire Five Luminaries Sect, Little Eleven was the only one who cultivated the Fuxi Nine Needles—after all, there was only one set of those imitation divine weapons, and only one person could cultivate them! But the situation now was that the Fuxi Nine Needles Wei Zhao had applied could only be neutralized by someone who knew the Fuxi Nine Needles, and that person's true qi had to be strong enough to overpower the true qi of the one who had applied the needles! Yet Little Eleven could not circulate her mental cultivation formula at all right now. Her meridians were all locked by the Fuxi Nine Needles; the moment she circulated the formula, it would stir the true qi sealed by the needles, and the true qi would explode! "Dad... save me... I don't want to become a cripple..." Little Eleven, who had held it in the whole way, suddenly burst into loud sobs before Elder Xuanchen: "It's all that little bastard Wei Zhao's fault, Dad. You have to get revenge for me—kill him!" "Little Eleven, I'll think of something! Don't cry for now!" Elder Xuanchen's face was extremely dark. "But Wei Zhao cannot be touched right now!" "Cannot be touched? I'm like this, and you still can't get revenge for me?" Little Eleven was stunned, staring at Elder Xuanchen in astonishment. "This time, we went on our own to treat Taganlong through Wei Zhao's woman, Sun Jingyan—we have no justice on our side at all. What we relied on was pretending we didn't know what deep ties existed between Sun Jingyan and Wei Zhao, and we played a word game: we wouldn't touch the White Leader's disciples—and Sun Jingyan is not the White Leader's disciple!" Elder Xuanchen sighed and said helplessly: "But in the end, Sun Jingyan is Wei Zhao's woman, and in that case, Sun Jingyan also counts as the White Leader's disciple. It's like in our sect—if you marry and have children, your wife must also call me Master, and your children must call me Grandmaster or Great Grandmaster. That is the established custom of the cultivation world! If Wei Zhao had not appeared, we could still have talked our way out of it. But now Wei Zhao has appeared. The moment he appeared, what we should have done was stop at once and apologize, not fight him! Now you've lost the fight, and we have grievances we cannot even voice!" Though Little Eleven was domineering, she was no fool. Hearing Elder Xuanchen's explanation, she understood that she had no justification in this matter. But she was unwilling to accept it! It was true that she liked tormenting people, but she did not like being tormented! Now that Wei Zhao had tormented her into a dog, and she still could not take revenge, she was unwilling! Her eyes flashed with boundless hatred, like a lioness. "Master, this disciple thinks the urgent matter is not to study Wei Zhao, but first to heal Little Eleven, and then to see how Taganlong is doing. That is what matters most right now!" Little One had calmed down by now. What had been their purpose in going to Sun Jingyan? Was it not to heal Taganlong? They had never intended to make trouble for Wei Zhao, so whether or not to take revenge was not something Little One valued. Though they had been humiliated today, the important matter still came first! He was a man who could bend and stretch—otherwise Elder Xuanchen could not have raised him, his eldest disciple, as the heir to his mantle. "Little Eleven, rest for now. As for the silver needles in your body, I must study how to break them," Elder Xuanchen said to Little Eleven. In truth, though on the surface he did not approve of taking revenge on Wei Zhao, in his heart he already hated Wei Zhao to the bone and wished he could kill him at once! And now look at this mess—they had gone to heal Taganlong, and now it was unclear whether Taganlong was any better, while another person had been injured instead, and it was his own daughter. How could Elder Xuanchen not be furious? "Dad, but these silver needles are in my backside—I can't even lie down!" Little Eleven said with a woebegone face, urgently. "There's no help for it. Unless we find someone who can use the Fuxi Nine Needles and have them break the technique for you, then if I try to pull the needles for you, I'm afraid they will still explode and injure you!" It was not that Elder Xuanchen did not worry about Little Eleven—but he was utterly helpless, with no way to act at all! "That's right, little junior sister, bear with it for now. You don't want to be blown up either, do you?" Little One also cautioned: "If your dantian were not sealed, that would be another matter. Master and I could quickly pull all the silver needles from your body, and it wouldn't matter if you were injured by the blast—we could just feed you a Great Restoration Pill and repair those external injuries! But your dantian is sealed, and a third-grade Great Restoration Pill cannot be refined at all. And once the silver needles on your dantian are pulled out, your dantian will be blown to pieces..." Hearing this, a look of misery flashed across Little Eleven's face. Earlier she had been exulting that Wei Zhao's dantian was ruined and that he was stricken with a strange poison and had no way to act—and in the blink of an eye, it was she who had no way to act! What galled her most was that she was perfectly capable of neutralizing the Fuxi Nine Needles in her own body, but because her meridians were sealed, she could not circulate her mental cultivation formula! "All right, Dad, Senior Brother, then hurry and think of something for me—going on like this is no solution!" Little Eleven said helplessly. Elder Xuanchen nodded and said nothing more. He walked over to Taganlong, crouched down, and carefully examined Taganlong's condition! "Not bad at all? Most of the meridians have been successfully repaired, with only a few minor internal injuries not yet attended to. But those are no problem—with some调理, he will recover very soon!" Elder Xuanchen said excitedly after the examination, having temporarily forgotten the grief Little Eleven had brought him.