Ling Li's own brow glistened with perspiration, a testament to the physical and spiritual intensity of the moment.

Though immortal, this process demanded extraordinary control. Ling Li needed to synchronize her spiritual frequency with Shi Min's evolving qi signature, adjusting dynamically as his body responded to the intricate treatment. It was akin to threading a needle in the middle of a tempest.

An hour slipped away, marked by the rhythm of their breaths and the silent pulse of energy in the room, before the final needle found its place.

Ling Li exhaled a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, her shoulders tense, her palms damp with exertion.

"The needles must remain for thirty minutes," she instructed, her voice a blend of authority and care. "Then I'll add the final set to seal the flow and guide the absorption."

Shi Min's voice emerged low and strained, a resonance of both pain and awakening. "It feels like… my body is being reconstructed."

Ling Li nodded, an understanding in her eyes. "That's precisely what's happening. Your meridians are being reshaped to withstand the energy of the Azure Dragon Bone. This needle is the only way to survive its formidable power. You must endure the pain."

The twins exchanged glances, their expressions brimming with newfound admiration.

He wasn't merely their big brother anymore.

He was transforming into something extraordinary, something more than they had ever imagined.

Golden Resonance: The Second Phase of Acupuncture

The room was an oasis of stillness, the air thick with an otherworldly energy that hummed softly like a distant melody. Golden needles, gleaming like stars in the night, were meticulously embedded in Shi Min's back, each one thrumming with spiritual vibrations.

Ling Li stood beside him, poised and serene, her breath a steady rhythm that contrasted with the electric tension swirling around them. Tiny beads of sweat shimmered on her brow, not from physical exertion but from the sheer, intense focus required to synchronize her spirit with Shi Min's.

Despite her status as an immortal cultivator, this intricate technique demanded flawless precision. Every needle served as more than a mere tool — it was a conduit, an ethereal bridge linking her qi to Shi Min's very essence. She had to match his spiritual frequency with every precise insertion, adjusting her energy flow in real time as his body reacted to the treatment. A mere fraction of a miscalculation could spell disaster—rupturing a meridian or destabilizing his dantian would mean catastrophic backlashes.

Kim Kim, and Chin Chin stood silently, their wide eyes reflecting a mix of wonder and concern, absorbing every subtle movement like sponges absorbing water.

Ling Li cast a brief glance at them, her voice steady yet laced with urgency. "Now begins the second phase. The first set of needles opened the primary meridian gates and stabilized his internal flow. But we must now guide that flow — channel it, refine it, and seal it to absorb the energy of the Azure Dragon Bone."

With a fluid motion, she summoned a second case from her ring — a smaller box yet crafted with extraordinary artistry. Inside lay seven platinum-threaded needles, each topped with glimmering droplets of condensed moonlight essence, casting an enchanting glow that danced in the dim light of the room.

"These are directional needles," she explained, her tone imbued with authority. "They don't merely stimulate; they guide. Each must be positioned in perfect alignment with Shi Min's elemental affinity and spiritual pulse."

Holding up the first needle, her fingers delicate yet strong, she declared, "This one will be placed at the Lingxu point, near the spine. It will draw the vibrant energy from the Azure Bone directly toward his dantian."

Shi Min flinched as the needle pierced his skin, sending a ripple of qi surging through his body, visible as a faint, shimmering aura that radiated from him.

Ling Li continued her work with unyielding focus. The second needle found its place at the Fenglong point, stabilizing Shi Min's stomach meridian, warding off the threat of nausea and internal rejection. The third needle struck the Jiquan point, near his shoulder, a careful placement designed to regulate his heart's rhythm and temper any emotional turbulence.

Next, the fourth needle settled at Shenshu, reinforcing the kidney meridian, a vital gateway for storing and filtering the surging spiritual energy. The fifth needle followed suit at Guanyuan, deeply anchored in the lower abdomen, fortifying the dantian in preparation for the upcoming absorption.

The sixth needle slipped into Yinliao, refining the flow between the liver and spleen meridians, ensuring a harmonious balance. Finally, the seventh needle, placed at Dazhui at the nape of his neck, sealed the upper flow, acting as a ward against qi leakage.

Ling Li's hands moved with the grace of a master calligrapher, each deft insertion followed by a soft, radiant glow as her spiritual energy coursed into the needle, imbuing it with purpose.

Shi Min trembled under the weight of the gathering energy, his breath becoming slow, measured waves. Muscle twitched involuntarily, his body overwhelmed as the force coursed through him — vast and relentless, like a torrential river forcing its way through a narrow straw. A strained whisper escaped his lips, "Mom…"

Ling Li placed a reassuring hand on his back, her qi wrapping around him like a soothing embrace. "You're doing wonderfully. Just a little longer," she replied, her voice a soft anchor in the chaos.

Turning her attention to the twins, she elaborated, "This is the most dangerous phase. His body is absorbing raw, ancient energy. If his meridians aren't flawlessly aligned, it could result in catastrophic rupture."

Kim Kim nodded solemnly, his youthful features serious. "It's like tuning an instrument. If one string is off, the entire symphony collapses."

"Exactly," Ling Li said, a flicker of admiration igniting in her eyes.

Chin Chin, her head tilted in thoughtful curiosity, chimed in, "So Big Brother is like a piano?"

"...."

Shi Min let out a groan of exasperation. "Please, don't compare me to a piano…"

Ling Li chuckled lightly, a warm sound that filled the room, but quickly refocused her concentration.

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