C47 Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles

A month had passed since Zhao Ritian arrived on the Medical Continent through the fabric of time and space. Living up to his transmigrator status, he hadn't brought shame to his name.

In just a month, he'd surrounded himself with a bevy of beauties and taken three wives, embodying the quintessential protagonist of legend.

His luck was uncanny; money seemed to find him whenever he stepped outside, and opportunities fell into his lap as easily as looking up at the sky. Every random purchase turned out to be a hidden gem.

To tally up his exploits: five treasures found by chance, three cliff dives, two incidents of falling into water, and ten treasures acquired. Eight women had fallen for him, and he had wed three who were truly enamored with him, Qingxin.

Zhao Ritian was aware that these were mere trifles compared to the greater fortunes awaiting him.

Then, one day, an old beggar on the brink of death collapsed at his doorstep, signaling that something more complex was afoot.

Indeed, after some inquiry, Zhao Ritian discovered that the beggar was one of the Medical Continent's premier doctors, a master of the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles, a technique so refined it could navigate the realms of Yin and Yang, summoning gods and ghosts to stand by one's side. Life and death hinged on the practitioner's intent.

"My young friend," the beggar said, "I've traversed the Medical Continent all my life, acting recklessly without a care, all thanks to my needlework! Now, I bequeath to you the complete Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles."

With those final words, he handed Zhao Ritian a book and breathed his last.

Zhao Ritian, unfazed by the beggar's demise, simply smiled. Bathed in the glow of the protagonist's halo, he felt entitled to choose any secret technique he desired. But where had the book gone? He was dumbfounded. Who dared to steal his book?

As Zhao Ritian basked in the might of his protagonist's aura, overconfident in his own invincibility, a hand materialized from nowhere, snatched the beggar's book, and vanished into the ether.

Ye Yu sneezed, his right hand emerging from a portal clutching a thread-bound book.

He examined the ancient tome, puzzled. Was this some sort of antiquarian text?

Flipping through it casually, Ye Yu saw illustrations of human figures dotted with red points, some marked with drawings of acupuncture needles. A medical book, perhaps?

"Congratulations, Host, on your successful heist. You've been awarded 80 Avenue Value points," the system's mechanical voice intoned in Ye Yu's mind.

"Congratulations, Host, on obtaining the medical book. Would you like to extract its spiritual property?"

"Extract," Ye Yu commanded.

A wisp of green light emerged from the book, seeping into Ye Yu's consciousness.

Moments later, having assimilated the knowledge, Ye Yu's eyes snapped open, a glint of realization shining through. The Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles were indeed formidable—merging the very essence of acupuncture!

One needle to balance Yin and Yang, with gods and ghosts as witnesses. The fate of the patient rested in the practitioner's thoughts alone.

Incredible, Ye Yu mused silently. He had yet to practice this mystical technique, but the mere description revealed its potency.

He glanced at the thread-bound book in his hands, the secret manual of the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles. But with Ye Yu's Great Dao System able to directly extract its spiritual essence, he had instantly mastered its contents, rendering the physical book superfluous to him.

He was about to discard it, but Ye Yu thought better of it and kept the item. Even though it was no longer functional, its antique appearance suggested it might still hold some value. It seemed prudent to hand it over to Qian Youwei for auction; who knows, it might fetch a decent price.

"Yu, dinner's ready!" The voice of his grandfather, Ye Weiguo, called from outside the house.

With dinner finished, Ye Yu slung his backpack over his shoulder and made his way to school.

Mingzhou City, nestled in the south, boasted year-round pleasant temperatures and clean air. As a quintessential green city with stunning landscapes, it was an ideal spot for leisure and wellness.

Each day on his way to school, Ye Yu would encounter numerous elderly men and women out on the streets, engaging in their morning exercises.

"Honey, look, did someone just faint?"

"Yes, it's Elder Tang who's collapsed!"

"What do we do? Should we call the police?"

"No need for the police, dial 120 instead!"

Walking along, Ye Yu's attention was captured by a commotion nearby. Upon hearing that someone had fainted, he rushed to the scene. An elderly man, dressed in a Tang suit, lay sprawled on the ground, already drawing a crowd of onlookers.

Ye Yu examined the man more closely. His complexion was ashen, his breathing faint; he was unconscious. The crowd was visibly concerned but lacked first aid knowledge, leaving them helplessly standing by. Scanning the area, Ye Yu's gaze fell on a pharmacy close by. A spark of resolve in his eyes, he dashed towards it.