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A ripple spread.

The qi thread halted.

Then reversed.

The entire loop began to distort before the formation crumbled.

Han Yu stared in amazement.

"It works... It actually works."

It was subtle, but it was a genuine disruption of simulated qi flow. In a real body, this might have caused a temporary seizure in the meridian. Or worse, if aimed well.

Excited, he performed a few more trials, alternating between gentle pricks with the supportive technique and sharp jabs with the offensive one. By the end of an hour, he was confident enough to say he understood the basics.

Finger like a needle. Soul as the thread.

The Needle Finger Alchemist might’ve been half-mad and metaphor-happy, but Han Yu could now see the brilliance buried under all that nonsense.

He grinned and clapped the book shut.