This' Spirit Casting Needle 'was definitely more profound than the pulse-seeking technique. To a certain extent, it had already surpassed the knowledge of most people in this world.
In this technique, humans, beasts, and monsters could all be mended with a needle and thread. Simply put, Lin Jin could even use the internal organs, bones, and skin of various beasts to create a new beast.
It was the same for humans.
Moreover, even if a spirit was damaged, it could be mended with acupuncture. This was a little exaggerated but with the cultivation method right before his eyes, Lin Jin had no choice but to believe it.
This was a higher level of the pulse-seeking technique.
For Lin Jin, who had already touched the ceiling of his needle technique, this' Spirit Casting Needle 'came at the right time, so he immediately started cultivating. To outsiders, it looked like he was meditating on his own.
Humans were oblivious to the passage of time during cultivation. Shang'er lectured for half an hour before ending her teachings to the spirit beasts.
Lin Jin had no idea.
Afterward, Shang'er and Shu Xiao Lou stood on either side of Lin Jin as he studied. Lin Jin had no idea either.
An entire night passed. Early the next morning, visitors were all stopped at the door. Shang'er would talk to those with a higher status, and Shu Xiao Lou would step in.
In the morning, Shu Xiao Lou only went out once.
That was because Zhong Zifeng and the third prince, Feng Ziqian, were there.
This morning, the emperor wanted to invite Appraiser Lin into the palace for breakfast. This was a great honor so Feng Ziqian volunteered to invite Appraiser Lin over. When Zhong Zifeng heard about it, he came as well but was stopped by Shu Xiaolou.
Shu Xiao Lou didn't know anything about this honor. All she knew was that Lin Jin was trying to comprehend a cultivation method. At this juncture, forget the emperor, even the immortal emperor wouldn't make an exception.
With Shu Xiao Lou blocking the way, no one dared to barge in.
Zhong Zifeng turned to look at Feng Ziqian who gave him an understanding look before bidding him farewell.
Although it was a little difficult, Feng Ziqian dared not delay or hide anything. After all, there was an old eunuch who served his father with him so he could speak his mind.
Emperor Feng Junwu chuckled at this. "Since that's the case, we'll talk about it another day."
He didn't seem to mind at all.
But who could fathom the mind of an emperor?
A little later, Emperor Feng Junwu met with Crown Prince Feng Ziyong.
In the past few days, Feng Ziyong had requested to see the Emperor several times, but he was always turned away. This time, he was finally summoned, so Feng Ziyong was naturally very excited.
In a pavilion where the emperor was resting, Feng Ziyong prostrated on the ground.
"I heard that you want to see me these few days?" Feng Junwu was flipping through a book without lifting his eyelids.
Feng Ziyong hurriedly lowered his head. "Ziyong hasn't seen Imperial Father for a few days. I miss him very much."
Feng Junwu nodded. "It's rare for you to be so considerate. Have you visited the Grand Preceptor these past few days?"
This time, Feng Ziyong came mainly to talk about this matter.
At the banquet last time, Feng Ziqian was in the limelight, which made Feng Ziyong very unhappy. But things had already happened. Now he heard that Princess Ruoli and Feng Ziqian were in love and their relationship had improved by leaps and bounds. This made Feng Ziyong gnash his teeth. He thought about it and felt that he couldn't let Feng Ziqian be complacent.
Even if Feng Ziqian and Princess Ruoli got married, it didn't matter. If Imperial Father didn't think highly of Feng Ziqian, it didn't matter what he did.
So these days, Feng Ziyong had been wanting to see Feng Junwu to show his filial piety. But the more Feng Junwu refused to see him, the more flustered he was. The more flustered he was, the more he kept asking to see him.
Speaking of which, Feng Ziyong had already lost his mind.
Hearing Imperial Father's question, Feng Ziyong hurriedly said, "Yes, but the Grand Preceptor said that he wanted to reflect on his mistakes behind closed doors. He won't see any visitors, including me."
Suddenly, Feng Junwu fiercely slammed the memorial in his hand on the table, making a loud noise.
Feng Ziyong was scared and trembled.
"Don't you have a brain?" Feng Junwu scolded at this moment.
Feng Ziyong was scared, but he didn't understand why Imperial Father scolded him. For a moment, he was at a loss.
Feng Junwu sighed very tiredly.
"Ziyong, you are the eldest son of the emperor. I have trained you as my successor since you were a child. I have given you the best things, but what about you? You can't be put in an important position. Your strategy is not as good as your second brother's. You can't be compared with your third brother's modesty and mellow. The only thing you can rely on is your identity as the First Prince. This time, you invited the Grand Preceptor to attend the banquet. That was a great advantage. But in the end, you didn't seize this opportunity at all. " Feng Junwu's face was full of resentment. Below him, Feng Ziyong was even more nervous and afraid. He felt that something was wrong.
In the past, Imperial Father had never reprimanded him so severely.
"Have you ever understood why the Grand Preceptor reflected on his mistakes behind closed doors this time? Do you think he is willing to reflect on his mistakes behind closed doors? This thing happened because of you. You don't want to solve it. Instead, you act as if nothing happened. You disappoint me. "Feng Junwu was really disappointed.
In the past, he still had a little hope for his eldest son. He hoped that he could slowly learn to be smarter and grow up. Even if he couldn't reach his expectations, it was okay as long as he made some progress.
But reality was cruel.
After such a long time, Feng Ziyong hadn't improved at all. Today, Feng Junwu was utterly disappointed, which was why he reprimanded him.
"I, I, Imperial Father, I …" Feng Ziyong was terrified. His mind was in a mess and he didn't know how to deal with this.
This was the reason why Feng Junwu was so angry.
Feng Ziyong was the one who invited the Grand Preceptor, but he had been locked in his room for the past few days. Even if Feng Junwu tried to get someone to invite him, it was useless.
Feng Junwu only needed to ask around to figure out what was going on.
It was Senior Shu from Heavenly Jade Academy who reprimanded the Grand Preceptor, Sima Qing, so how could the latter dare to retort? He must have obediently gone back to his room to reflect on his mistakes. To put it bluntly, if Senior Shu didn't say anything, Sima Qing wouldn't even dare to step out of his room.
If Feng Ziyong was smarter, he would think of a way to meet Senior Shu or Lin Jin to plead with Senior Shu.
As long as Senior Shu spoke, the Grand Preceptor, Sima Qing, would come out.
However, Feng Ziyong couldn't figure this out nor could he see it. He was far inferior to his two younger brothers. Apparently, Feng Zishan had tried to recruit Lin Jin but was rejected. Feng Ziqian had even mentioned that he would think of a way to get Appraiser Lin Jin to plead with Senior Shu.
Why couldn't this blockhead Feng Ziyong understand?
"Forget it!" Feng Junwu didn't want to waste any more time so he waved for Feng Ziyong to leave.
The latter was scared out of his wits and could only leave obediently.
An old internal official standing guard outside the door knew that Feng Ziyong was done for. However, he couldn't blame anyone else for this. After all, a slow-witted person like Feng Ziyong wasn't suitable to wield authority. Forcing him to do it would only ruin Merak's foundation.
Just then, the old emperor called out, "Yan Quan, come in."
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