Chapter 1230 Punishment Needle

Miyamoto Arataichi secretly prayed in his heart, hoping that this pain was just an anomaly, or that it would only hurt at the beginning and then get better.

At this moment, Ye Bufan's second silver needle pierced down, and in that instant, his entire body tensed up.

Damn it, the second needle was several times more painful than the first; this was simply pain that no human could endure.

With the third needle, Miyamoto Arataichi's Face became distorted…

With the fourth needle, cold sweat instantly streamed down his forehead…

"Ah!"

By the time the fifth needle pierced him, he could no longer care about Face, and let out a heart-wrenching scream.

At this point, Miyamoto Hideki and the others beside him also noticed that something was wrong. Miyamoto Arataichi was not a delicate person, so his current state surely meant the pain was unbearable.

"Mr. Ye, my Father is in such pain. Can you think of a solution?"

"There's no solution to think of for this," Ye Bufan said. "My needling principle is to stimulate the Yang Qi within the body through pain, then merge it with the previous Yin Qi to transform it into True Qi and improve cultivation.

To gain something, you must pay a price. Everything has a cost. I already said before that this needling method would definitely be somewhat painful.

Moreover, didn't Mr. Miyamoto say? He is a Martial Artist of the Great Dog Country; a little pain is still tolerable and means nothing at all."

"This…" Miyamoto Hideki felt a bit awkward. As a Martial Artist, being unable to bear the pain from acupuncture, if word got out, he would probably be laughed at.

"Mr. Ye, I'm just a little worried. Looking at him, I'm afraid it might cause harm to my Father's body. Can you change the method?"

He could see that Miyamoto Arataichi was in extreme pain, enduring it solely by relying on his strong willpower.

"Yes, there are many ways to treat his injuries."

Miyamoto Hideki's heart was filled with joy. "That's truly great! Please, Mr. Ye, change to another method…"

But before he could finish speaking, he heard Ye Bufan say, "There are many ways to treat injuries, but to advance further to the Saint-Grade, there is only one method.

If you can bear it, I will continue. If you cannot, then give up on Saint-Grade and just treat the injuries, but the previous few needles will have been in vain."

"Come on, I can bear it."

Becoming a Saint-Grade Martial Artist had always been Miyamoto Arataichi's dream, but he had never succeeded. Now that he finally saw hope, he could not give up no matter what.

Although he was in agonizing pain, he still gritted his teeth and uttered those few words.

"Alright then, Mr. Ye, you've worked hard."

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Miyamoto Hideki said, bowing deeply.

Ye Bufan was overjoyed in his heart. These little devils are truly interesting, telling him he's worked hard at this moment, which reminded him of the "Thank you" feeling from "Selling Crutches."

Actually, treating Miyamoto Arataichi was very simple; it only required using Chaotic True Qi to regulate Yin and Yang.

The needling method he was currently employing, in the Legacy of the Ancient Medical Sect, was called "Punishment Needle," as the name suggests, it was previously used for executing those who committed heinous crimes.

It would stimulate a person's pain nerves to the maximum extent, making the other party wish they were dead.

From the very beginning, Miyamoto had been scheming against him, kidnapping his mother, coercing him into treatment, and constantly plotting to discard him once he was no longer useful. For such people, he had to at least get some interest back first.

And so, Ye Bufan continued to pierce him with needles, one by one. Miyamoto Arataichi felt each needle was more painful than the last, and this pain was so intense that he didn't even have a chance to faint.

Countless times he wanted to give up, but for the dream of Saint-Grade, he gritted his teeth and endured.

By the end, he was completely exhausted, his clothes drenched in sweat.

Ye Bufan was happy in his heart, but his expression remained extremely serious. Seeing that he had tormented the other party enough, he reached out and withdrew all the silver needles.

"Done."

As soon as he spoke, Miyamoto Arataichi completely collapsed into a puddle, limp on the sickbed. That feeling just now made him wish he were dead, as if he had taken a trip to Hell.

Although it was over, it would probably be his nightmare for a lifetime.

The only comfort was that the intense pain had passed, the pain from his internal injuries was no longer felt, and he even sensed the normal circulation of True Qi, indicating that his previous injuries had completely recovered.

"Father, how do you feel?"

Miyamoto Hideki asked with concern.

"The injuries are healed, but my cultivation has not yet Broken Through."

With the circulation of True Qi, Miyamoto Arataichi's strength recovered significantly.

"Mr. Ye, what about this…?"

Miyamoto Hideki looked at Ye Bufan, implying, "What about the promised Saint-Grade? Why hasn't he Broken Through yet?"

"Don't rush. It's not that easy to step into the Saint-Grade threshold; there's just one last step left."

Ye Bufan said, taking out a small black Medicinal Pill and handing it over. "I've already laid the foundation. Eat this Medicinal Pill, and you'll immediately step into Saint-Grade."

Miyamoto Arataichi had already endured so much pain, so he naturally didn't hesitate at all now. He grabbed the Medicinal Pill and swallowed it.

Miyamoto Hideki also didn't stop him.

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In his opinion, with Changsun Dongju in his hands, Ye Bufan wouldn't dare to pull any tricks.

The Medicinal Pill melted upon entering his mouth, and soon Miyamoto Arataichi felt the True Qi in his Dantian surging wildly as if injected with stimulants.

Before long, he felt a 'crack' sound in his mind, and then his entire Aura instantly soared. The Saint-Grade Bottleneck that had troubled him for many years and prevented him from Breaking Through was thus shattered.

Everything came too suddenly, too smoothly, too easily, making him feel it wasn't quite real.

Yet, the powerful feeling throughout his body told him that all of this was true, that he had truly become a Saint-Grade Martial Artist.

"Hahaha, I've finally Broken Through! I've finally become a Saint-Grade Martial Artist!"

After enduring so much, from a critically injured person to a Saint-Grade Martial Artist, Miyamoto Arataichi was almost insane. He laughed wildly up at the sky, and then his Aura suddenly erupted.

As a Saint-Grade Martial Artist, the powerful Aura was extraordinary.

Originally, most of the houses in the Great Dog Country were made of wood, and the wooden building he lived in was quite old.

Under his full eruption, the house was swept apart as if by a bomb, shattered into pieces by the powerful airflow, instantly turning into a pile of ruins.

No one in Miyamoto cared about these. Feeling that the Family Head had Broken Through to Saint-Grade, they were all overjoyed.

With the Family Head Breaking Through to Saint-Grade, plus the Old Ancestor Gongben Jìwǔ, the Family now had two Saint-Grade Martial Artist.

This strength was enough to make them look down on the other four great Families and become the most powerful Family in the Great Dog Country.

"Congratulations, Father."

Miyamoto Hideki came to Miyamoto Arataichi with a joyful smile. This entire incident was orchestrated by him, making him undoubtedly the greatest contributor to the Miyamoto Family.

The other Miyamoto Family members followed suit, congratulating the Family Head.

Miyamoto Arataichi was very happy. "Hideki, well done. All of you did well, a great achievement."

At this moment, Ye Bufan walked over: "Mr. Miyamoto, my task is complete. I have healed your injuries and helped you Break Through to Saint-Grade. Now, isn't it time for your Miyamoto Family to fulfill your promise?"

Miyamoto Arataichi looked over, his eyes filled with amusement.

"Chinese man, how do you want us to fulfill our promise?"

Ye Bufan's expression was calm: "We agreed before that as long as I helped you Break Through to Saint-Grade, your Miyamoto Family should release my mother and pay me 1 billion usd as compensation."