The Needle Master Novels & Stories

“The Young Master won’t appreciate conspicuous burn scars. Who knows, he might still want to use her.” “Oh, right. She is the Master’s little plaything, after all.” Their low laughter sounded like the dry rattling of demons. Instead of the hot iron, they reached for long, slender needles that had been bathed in the flames. "Well, Lady, it’s time to start the torture. Make sure to let out a moan so we can have some fun." Stab.

Despite its impressive toughness, it was no match for Alexander's overwhelming force. "Alexander, your life is mine!" Chaos Snake Master was poised for an all-out assault, brandishing a black, cylindrical object. As he activated it, a barrage of tiny needles shot out, each charged with concentrated energy. The rare and powerful weapon was designed for maximum penetration. Alexander observed as the first needle zipped past him, effortlessly piercing the sword energy in his defense. The sight was startling. Under his current full attacking stance, his defensive capacity was notably compromised. Reacting swiftly, Alexander halted his advance and raised his sword in a tight defensive stance, blo

I slipped a Ghost Gate Needle from my sleeve. With a flick of my fingers, the longest Soulbinding Needle slid into my palm. I picked up the lighter from the table and snapped it open. A flame sprang to life. I held the needle above the flame and looked straight at Michael. “Go ahead and shoot.” My voice remained calm. “The moment you pull the trigger, this needle will fall into the fire. “This set of Ghost Gate Needles will melt completely if exposed to an open flame for more than three seconds. “After that, no one in the world will ever be able to perform the Thirteen Needles of Revival again.

“Mm. My master passed it down to me.” “Who’s your master?” Old Master Morse was curious. After all, the Fuxi Nine Needles Technique could be considered a priceless treasure. Mable looked apologetically at him. “He passed away without allowing me to casually mention his name to others.” “In that case, I won’t ask further.” “What’s the Fuxi Nine Needles Technique?” Henry asked curiously. Old Master Morse explained, “It’s a unique needle technique. The silver needles used are different from the ordinary ones.”

"These days, there aren't many people who know Ninefold Needles, but it's not like it's a lost art either. Calling it an exclusive secret technique might be a bit of a stretch." As he spoke, Mosby raised his hand and flicked a few silver needles into the air. They cut through the space with sharp, whistling sounds, causing everyone around him to gape in awe. Someone gasped, "Dr. Lake, wait—so you know Ninefold Needles too?" "Dr. Lake, you're seriously a hidden master!" Another mocked, "Hah! This kid probably just got lucky and stumbled on the technique. Now he's out here putting on a show!"

In the end, because she had never heard of acupuncture before, naturally, she did not know what the so-called sterling needle looked like. Darryl chuckled. "Of course, it's different…" Then, he described the sterling needle in detail. Woo! At that moment, Robin pondered for a while before saying, "This sterling needle is indeed special, but it is quite similar to a concealed weapon that we use." Then, Robin took a bag of needles out of her clothes. This was the concealed weapon called Soul Chasing Needle that she used often. It was about six centimeters long, as thin as a strand of hair. It would catch someone off guard when used.

When he saw that Sean did not object to the idea, he brought Sean to the master bedroom. The master bedroom had a simple theme with just three colors - black, white, and gray. Also, Molly was the first woman to enter Sean's room! But it did not seem to bother Molly at all. She just had a normal expression as she waited for Sean to lie down before she pulled out a cotton pouch. There were various types of silver needles in it with different lengths and widths. A muddled look flashed across Tony's face as he asked, "Dr. May, if I'm not mistaken, are these just the equipment for the needle technique?"

"Duck! said the count at last whirlwinds in a deadly circle as a master swordsman, you should know for the second time that you were killed next to that titan ...!" "And I know in my turn that I would have been spared only with death by the calf's breath, come on, friend, you still crave me for a duel with parries and squabbles, I have my master, a worthy son of a gunsmith came from Marseilles, which honors the goblets, but also with the sword, and the most poisonous he does with death!"

Anita noticed the wound wasn't as swollen and inflamed as before, but she didn't question it because she had a job to complete. Anita lined up the edge of the wound, taking the needle driver. She held the needle against Blake's skin at a 90-degree angle a centimeter to the right of the wound, making sure not to go below the fat layer. When she went deep enough into his skin she twisted her hand slightly clockwise so her needle came out parallel to her first needle hole, when her needle came out from the other side, she unlocked the needle holder and reattached it near the tip of the needle afterward pulling the thread two inched to the other side. Anita used her left hand to hold the thread

Yasmine felt that he would ask some more questions, so she said, "I came to pick up the medicine, and have you prepared the silver needles for me?" "You sit here and write a prescription, I'll have Octavio go and fetch it," Roland placed the pen and paper on the table. Yasmine sat on the visitor chair and started writing. She wrote quickly and smoothly, finishing in no time. Roland went around the table and took out a small red cloth bag from the drawer. "I had the silver needles made urgently last night." Yasmine took it and opened the cloth bag, looking at the slender silver needles inside. The special silver needle handles were carved with phoenixes, showcasing intricate and delicate craf