Free Web NovelChapter 429: Mysterious Needle
Then, Lio Han began asking the others present.
"Did anyone see anything?"
"Nothing."
"I arrived afterward."
"I don’t know either."
"He was already like that when I saw him."
"Could it be poison?"
"Or some secret technique?"
"Perhaps a spiritual attack..."
Everyone gave the same answer. No one knew. No one understood. No one could help.
That was when something happened.
Something that only Kyrian saw.
On the other side of the street, among dozens of people, a figure stood near a stall.
Almost invisible amidst the crowd. Their clothes were dark. Their face was partially hidden beneath a hood.
Their posture was relaxed, like someone who was merely observing.
And at that instant...
Something flew.
A line so faint it was almost nonexistent, so thin that it would have been impossible for an ordinary person to see.
Even many cultivators, even those with keen eyesight, would not have noticed it.
But Kyrian’s eyes caught it. A needle. An extremely thin needle.
Covered with a ridiculously small amount of Qi, so little that it could easily have been mistaken for a flying insect.
The needle cut through the air. Fast. Silent. Precise.
And struck the man’s neck.
Kyrian immediately became alert.
’An assassination?’ he thought.
But then...
The man stopped screaming. Instantly. As if someone had flipped a switch.
Silence engulfed the square. Everyone stood motionless. Confused. Surprised.
The green veins began to disappear, receding, dissipating, vanishing as though they had never existed.
The redness in his eyes diminished, the intense crimson turning pink, then almost normal.
His body relaxed, his muscles stopped convulsing, and his limbs ceased thrashing.
In only three seconds. Everything changed.
The man was breathing heavily, panting, exhausted, but alive.
Sweat poured from his body, running down his face, his neck, and his arms. But he was conscious. Lucid. Alive.
"Water..."
His voice came out hoarse, weak, and trembling, like that of someone who had just escaped death.
"Water..."
Immediately, someone brought a container.
The man grabbed it desperately. And began to drink. Once. Twice. Three times.
Until he completely emptied it. Then another. And another.
He looked like someone who had crossed a desert.
The crowd erupted into comments.
"What happened?"
"He’s better!"
"How?"
"Who cured him?"
"NO ONE DID ANYTHING!"
"That doesn’t make sense!"
"Was it Elder Lio?"
"No! He didn’t do anything!"
"Then what was it?"
"A MIRACLE!"
"A MIRACLE!"
But Kyrian wasn’t paying attention. His eyes remained fixed on the man’s neck.
Exactly where the needle had struck. His vision focused. More. And more. And more.
Everything around him seemed to disappear. His attention narrowed to a single point. His visual ability increased drastically.
The world became sharper. More detailed. Deeper.
Then he saw it.
Something tiny, extremely small, almost invisible.
Hidden inside the tiny puncture left by the needle.
Kyrian narrowed his eyes.
’An insect?’
It was too small to be seen normally, the size of a grain of sand, perhaps even smaller.
But it was definitely there.
An insect. Lodged close to the skin.
Kyrian immediately walked toward the man. Ignoring the conversations around him. Ignoring the confusion. Ignoring the comments.
He knelt down. Brought his hand to the man’s neck. No one understood what he was doing.
"What is he doing?"
"Who is that young man?"
"Look at his eyes!"
"What kind of physique is that?"
"Is he a physician?"
"An alchemist?"
"What is he looking for?"
But before anyone could ask... Kyrian pulled something out. Something so small that no one noticed. The needle. Along with whatever was attached to it.
In the same motion, he stored everything inside his spatial ring.
Then he stood up. And took a few steps back.
The crowd remained focused on the man.
"We thought you were going to die!"
"Are you alright?"
"What happened?"
"Was it some kind of poison?"
"Were you attacked?"
"By whom?"
"Did you see anyone?"
"Do you recognize any faces?"
The man looked lost. Confused. Frightened.
Still breathing heavily.
"I..." His voice trembled.
"I don’t know."
He raised his hands to his face, covering his eyes, as though trying to erase the images.
"Whatever it was..."
He swallowed hard, his throat seeming raw, scraped by all the screaming. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
"...it was the worst pain of my life."
Silence. The expression in his eyes was genuine. Pure fear. Pure trauma.
"I couldn’t even think."
"It was as if my head was being torn apart."
"As if something was eating my brain."
Several people shivered. Others instinctively stepped back. No one liked that description.
Lio Han remained observing.
His face was serious, more serious than Kyrian had ever seen it.
But even he had no answers. This surpassed his knowledge.
Kyrian also remained silent. But for a different reason. His attention was no longer on the man.
It was on the needle. And on the insect. It had sparked his curiosity far more than anything else that day.
Because while everyone there had been confused, physicians, alchemists, specialists, and elders, he had seen it.
Someone had solved the problem instantly.
While dozens of cultivators, with decades of experience and accumulated knowledge, had merely watched without being able to do anything.
That meant one thing.
’The person who threw that needle knew exactly what was happening.’
And that made that person extremely interesting.
Kyrian turned around.
He looked toward the other side of the street.
Searching for the figure he had seen earlier. But they were no longer there. They had already disappeared.
Blended into the crowd. Or simply walked away.
Kyrian wasn’t surprised.
Someone capable of doing that, of solving something no one understood, probably didn’t want to attract attention. Much less can be found.
But that didn’t mean they had escaped.
Kyrian remembered the face perfectly. The appearance. The clothes. The direction they had gone.
He knew where that person had headed.
Kyrian said goodbye to Lio Han.
Lio Han let out a small chuckle, a low, genuine sound.
"Then good luck."
Kyrian simply nodded. He said his farewells quickly. Without wasting any more time. He turned around.
And began walking in the direction where he had seen the mysterious person disappear.
’Where did you go?’ Kyrian thought. freewebnøvel.coɱ
’And what was that insect? And why was that man suffering?’
Many questions. No answers.
But the answers were with that person.
Meanwhile...
Inside his spatial ring, the small needle rested silently, cold, metallic, almost insignificant.
And attached to it... the strange, nearly invisible insect.
Something that might explain the entire mystery. And something that had completely awakened Kyrian’s curiosity.
