Chapter 3041 — What Do You Mean?

Xiao Shiyi had assumed that Wei Zhao was pulling the silver needles out of Sun Jingyan to save her. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that Wei Zhao could also throw needles—and that he knew the Fuxi Nine Needles!

But by the time she realized it, it was too late to dodge. The imitation Fuxi Nine Needles buried themselves in the acupoints all over her body, and Wei Zhao's true qi was sealed inside those acupoints as well!

What Wei Zhao had just done was not unlike how he had once dealt with Medicine King Zhao—except the needles used on Medicine King Zhao had been ordinary ones, and the true qi had followed no pattern at all, applied purely at random. Now, however, the needles were the Fuxi Nine Needles, and they had been applied by their proper method. That was why Elder Bi had been able to dissolve the needles in Medicine King Zhao's body so easily, whereas now Xiao Shiyi could not dissolve these needles herself. If she dared to pull them out at random, the true qi would certainly detonate, blasting bloody holes through her body!

A cluster of bloody holes alone would not have been enough to kill Xiao Shiyi, but the spots Wei Zhao had chosen for his needles were utterly vicious—her chest, her abdomen, her privates, her backside, all of them had been pierced!

Of course, those fleshly places could be repaired with a Great Return Pill once the needles were pulled and the bloody holes blown open—painful, but manageable. The real problem was that Wei Zhao had filled her entire meridian network with needles as well. Every stretch of meridian throughout her body held a needle, and even her dantian had two lodged in it. To pull those out would blast her meridians and dantian to shreds!

That would leave her a cripple for life, unless she forced the Sun family to treat her with their secret art again. Otherwise, her only option was to leave the needles in forever, living out her days as a human pincushion until she found some way to dissolve them!

But if she was crippled, who could perform the secret art? The secret art could only be activated in conjunction with the Fuxi Nine Needles, and within the Five Luminaries Sect, she was the only one who could use the Fuxi Nine Needles!

And so, picturing the misery that awaited her, Xiao Shiyi nearly burst into tears! Her chest and her backside blown apart, her meridians and dantian blown apart—pills would be useless then, nothing could undo it. Was she really going to become a repulsive creature riddled with holes?

With anyone else, even against an enemy he meant to kill, Wei Zhao would never have resorted to such a cruel and venomous method. After all, this was torture designed to grind a person to death—pulling out a single needle would be agony enough!

Only the one who tied the knot can untie it. To undo this, she would need a cultivator who knew the Fuxi Nine Needles and whose strength surpassed the one who had applied them. Xiao Shiyi met those conditions, but the needles were lodged in her meridians and dantian—the moment she circulated her mental techniques and incantations, the true qi on the needles would detonate. She did not dare circulate them, and could only seethe in helpless silence. She clearly had the ability to undo it, and yet she could not!

At that thought, terror flickered through Xiao Shiyi's eyes. She stared at Wei Zhao, gasping for breath, flames of fury blazing unabashed in her gaze. "Impossible! Impossible! How can you know the Fuxi Nine Needles? Dissolve them now—otherwise, otherwise I'll have my father kill your whole family!"

"Oh, I'm an orphan. I've only got a foster grandfather," Wei Zhao said with a shrug.

"Then I'll kill your grandfather!" Xiao Shiyi shrieked hysterically.

"Oh, go ahead, if you can find him." Wei Zhao curled his lip. Inwardly, he rather wished Ancestor Xuanchen would pay West Star Mountain Village a visit—he doubted the man would ever come back. Kill my grandfather? If my grandfather could come out, you'd all have been dead long ago!

"You..." Xiao Shiyi had not expected Wei Zhao to be so indifferent. She did not know what he was thinking, and assumed he was certain she could never find his grandfather. So she roared, "Wei Zhao, dissolve these needles and my senior brother and I will leave at once. How about that? We won't trouble you anymore!"

"Tsk, tsk. Are you stupid?" Wei Zhao regarded her with mockery. "I know a little fool who's plenty dumb, but next to you, she's a genius. You're beyond stupid—you've got no brains at all! You won't trouble me? It's obvious I'm the one who won't let you go!"

"You..." Xiao Shiyi grew frantic. "Senior brother, help me finish off Wei Zhao!"

"I..." Xiao Yi was about to speak when his attention wavered, and Huoshaoyun's fan came sweeping at him. He dodged, but the flames still caught half his face, burning away half his hair and instantly giving him a yin-yang cut—as if he had walked out of a barbershop halfway through a shave! After that, Xiao Yi did not dare let his focus wander again. Anxious as he was about Xiao Shiyi, Huoshaoyun gave him no opening at all.

Domineering as Xiao Shiyi was, she could see the predicament Xiao Yi was in now. He and Huoshaoyun were locked in an even match—Xiao Yi was clearly the stronger, but Wu Chengtian was landing sneaky blows from the side, leaving him unable to guard against every attack!

Wu Chengtian was only a late-stage peak Earth rank expert, but his Iron Hand technique, cultivated both internally and externally, was no joke. His blows could not inflict internal injuries on Xiao Yi, but they could still leave external damage—at the very least, a sudden strike could stagger him, and that gave Huoshaoyun his openings. The two worked in perfect sync: Wu Chengtian always struck from behind, landing a dirty blow and then shifting position, never lingering, throwing a punch and moving on whether it connected or not. That made it impossible for Xiao Yi to lock onto his position. In the end, Xiao Yi simply ignored him—the moment he turned to hunt Wu Chengtian down, Huoshaoyun's fan would come sweeping in, impossible to guard against!

It was the most frustrating fight Xiao Yi had ever been in. When he had faced Wei Zhao, how magnificent he had been—Wei Zhao had not even been able to fight back. But now, Wei Zhao stood off to the side torturing Xiao Shiyi to death, and there was nothing Xiao Yi could do about it.

"Xiao Shiyi, how does it feel? Pretty good, isn't it? Actually, the best part is still to come!" Wei Zhao watched her coldly. These needles were merely an appetizer. Looking at Sun Jingyan, already collapsed unconscious on the ground, a sudden cruelty welled up in Wei Zhao's heart!

Wei Zhao was not a man who enjoyed tormenting people. Most of the time, when he dealt with an opponent, his aim was simply to kill them. But this time, for the first time, Wei Zhao felt the urge to torture someone to death.

"What... what do you mean?" A flicker of fear crossed Xiao Shiyi's face. She was afraid—truly afraid now. Xiao Yi could not help her, and she could not act herself, and that realization had begun to terrify her.