'Fate?'
He almost laughed at the idea.
He had never truly believed in such things, in cosmic coincidences, in threads of destiny.
He believed in cause and effect. In actions and consequences. In choices.
But... the coincidence seemed far too absurd.
Even so... talent alone was not enough.
The Endless Needles Technique was not something that could be passed on to just anyone.
It was dangerous. Terribly dangerous.
A technique capable of saving lives, stopping hemorrhages, unblocking meridians, and expelling incurable poisons. And destroying them.
Capable of piercing spiritual cores, shattering dantians, severing a cultivator's connection to Qi.
A technique that touched upon something strange. A peculiar Qi.
Something that even he did not completely understand.
For decades, he had believed it to be merely a special type of energy. A rare variation.
Something different from ordinary Qi, yet still within the boundaries of comprehension.
