144: Chapter 144 Restoring the Ghost Valley Medical Technique and Ten Consecutive Draws!

Soon, Su Yun returned home.

He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of his large flat in Jinxiu Jiangnan, holding the cup of wolfberry water he hadn't finished yet.

Downstairs, the traffic on the main road had come to a complete stop.

Whether it was a luxury car worth millions, a van worth tens of thousands, or an electric scooter delivering food, everyone was performing the same action at this moment.

Honking their horns.

Honk!

These long, continuous sounds converged, more powerful than any symphony.

His phone vibrated once.

Su Yun looked down and saw an official announcement from the Jiangcheng Police.

White text on a blue background, every word carried immense weight.

[Announcement Regarding the Confirmation of Martyr Li Xiangyang's Identity and the Discovery of His Remains]

The announcement was short, but it clearly detailed Li Xiangyang's life and the injustice that had persisted for fifteen years.

In the comment section, the usual trolls and haters were gone, replaced by a uniform stream of candles and salutes.

Even Chen Jin, who was originally facing a heavy sentence, had the prosecution recommend a lighter punishment due to his significant meritorious service, along with the fact that he hadn't caused any actual casualties or property damage; it would likely be a suspended sentence.

Just a moment ago, Su Yun scrolled past a short video.

Old Mrs. Wu Xiulan was sitting on the steps at the entrance of the police station, holding two hot meat buns—Chen Jin's favorite.

The police station doors opened, and Chen Jin walked out, dropping to his knees with a thud in front of the old lady, crying like a hundred-plus-pound child.

"Alright, this matter is finally resolved."

Su Yun tossed his phone onto the sofa and stretched lazily.

He had been through quite an ordeal tonight, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

On the contrary, he felt as energetic as if he had just downed two catties of Red Bull.

Why?

Because the number on the system panel was just so damn tempting.

[Current Host's Remaining merit points: 2800.]

Two thousand eight hundred!

Looking at this number, Su Yun's mouth stretched from ear to ear.

In the past, he had to rack his brains and play mind games with people just to get ten or twenty merit points.

Now, he had struck it rich all at once.

This is the reward for doing good deeds!

"System, don't play dead, come out and serve the customer."

Su Yun shouted in his mind.

[Host, please give your instructions.]

The system's voice was still that emotionless electronic tone, but to Su Yun, it sounded even more pleasant than the sugary, cutesy voice of a sweetheart.

"First, fix that broken book for me."

Su Yun pointed at the dusty icon on the panel, "Ghost Valley Medical Arts (Fragmented Scroll)."

Although this thing was just a fragmented scroll, it had already helped him quite a bit.

If it were complete, wouldn't he just take off?

[Ding! Restoring "Ghost Valley Medical Arts" requires 1000 merit points. Do you confirm?]

"Confirm! Hurry up!" Su Yun waved his hand with grand, heroic flair.

If this were in the past, let alone one thousand points, even one hundred points would have made his heart ache for half a day.

But now, he was loaded!

[Ding! 1000 merit points consumed. "Ghost Valley Medical Arts" successfully restored!]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the complete ancient medical inheritance!]

Buzz!

Su Yun felt as if an entire library had been stuffed into his brain.

Countless obscure ancient texts, strange prescriptions, and acupuncture trajectories flashed crazily through his mind like a slideshow.

The previously incomprehensible fragmented parts were now all connected.

The remaining six needles of the Taiyi Divine Needles.

The complete recipe for the Marrow Cleansing Decoction.

And even the long-lost "Zhuyou Arts."

A full five minutes passed before the throbbing pain in his brain slowly faded away.

Su Yun shook his head, feeling as if the whole world had become much clearer.

"1800 points remaining."

Su Yun rubbed his chin, looking at the remaining balance.

Should he save them to have babies?

Of course not!

The best investment is investing in oneself.

"System, give me a ten-pull draw!"

[Ding! 1000 merit points consumed. Initiating ten-pull draw!]

Su Yun rubbed his hands together, staring fixedly at the virtual roulette wheel in front of him.

The pointer spun rapidly.

[Thanks for playing!]

[Thanks for playing!]

[Thanks for playing!]

...

Su Yun's face darkened a little.

"System, are you trying to scam me? I only have this much capital, and you pull this on me?"

Just as Su Yun was about to curse,

A purple light suddenly flared up!

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for drawing a premium reward: Low-level Talisman Production Method (Complete Guide)!]

[Low-level Talisman Production Method: A comprehensive collection of basic Taoist talismans, including the drawing methods and incantations for thirty-six types of basic talismans such as the Peace Talisman, Exorcism Talisman, Lightning Attraction Talisman, and God-Speed Talisman. Requires the use of spiritual energy or merit points.]

I knew it!

Su Yun slapped his thigh hard.

This is what you call upgrading from a bicycle to a motorcycle!

With this thing, in the future, when encountering those filthy things, he wouldn't just have to rely on trash-talking and physical exorcism.

This is genuine magical combat!

Although they were only low-level talismans, in this current Age of Dharma Decline, even the simplest Peace Talisman was a priceless treasure.

Su Yun didn't dare to touch the remaining 800 merit points.

That was his life-saving money, to be reserved for emergencies.

The urgent priority now was to hurry up and cure that deadly cancer.

The complete version of "Ghost Valley Medical Arts" contained the complete recipe for the "Marrow Cleansing Decoction."

Combined with the "Tai Xuan Qi Induction Mantra," it could cleanse the tendons and bones, expel toxins from the body, and even repair damaged organs.

This was currently the best treatment plan for pancreatic cancer.

He did it as soon as he thought of it.

Su Yun changed his clothes, put on a face mask and a baseball cap, and headed straight for the largest traditional Chinese medicine pharmacy in Jiangcheng.

...

Huichun Hall was a century-old brand, but these days, there were far fewer people buying traditional Chinese medicine than there were buying milk tea.

The shop was deserted, with only an old shopkeeper in a Tang suit dozing off behind the counter.

"Shopkeeper, I need to fill a prescription."

Su Yun tapped on the mahogany counter.

The old shopkeeper opened his eyes groggily and adjusted his reading glasses: "Where is the prescription?"

Su Yun didn't have a prescription and started reciting the ingredients as if he were ordering dishes.

"Three qian of Angelica sinensis, five qian of Astragalus, two qian of sliced century-old wild ginseng, one set of placenta, three pairs of scorpions, two centipedes..."

Su Yun recited thirty-six medicinal ingredients in one breath.

The further he went, the wider the old shopkeeper's eyes opened.

This prescription...

It was too wild!

It was full of potent drugs, poisons, and even a few extremely obscure and rarely used ingredients.

If one were to boil this, let alone treating an illness, an elephant would probably be poisoned to death.

"Young man, who wrote this prescription for you?"

The old shopkeeper frowned, his small scale pausing in his hand, "These are potent, aggressive medicines; you can't take these!"

Su Yun smiled and lowered his voice: "Shopkeeper, just fill the prescription, I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong. Also, that wild ginseng must be genuine; if the age isn't enough, I won't pay."

As he spoke, Su Yun took out his phone and displayed his balance.

The old shopkeeper glanced at the string of zeros, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

Fine.

Rich people had many eccentricities; maybe he was taking it back to soak his feet?

"Alright, since you insist, I'll fill it for you."

"But we have an agreement: once this medicine leaves the shop, it cannot be returned or exchanged."

Half an hour later.

Su Yun carried the two large bags of medicinal herbs, stopped by the antique market nearby to buy a pile of decent raw jade stones, and then headed home.

Back home, Su Yun placed the large clay pot he had just bought onto the gas stove.

He added water, brought it to a boil over high heat, and then let it simmer.

Soon, an indescribable smell filled the entire room.

It was a bit like rotten eggs mixed with rotten leaves, with a pungent, spicy odor as well.

If he weren't living in a top-floor flat, the neighbors would probably have called the police, claiming someone was cooking excrement.