Ghost Catching System-Chapter 586 - 585 - Cold Soul Needle_1

Seeing Chu Hao so confident, Taoist Wu Jian expressed surprise, "Can you really heal her?"

"Of course," Chu Hao said.

However, Taoist Min Ran shouted, "Insolence! Get off Mount Taiding immediately! There are no demons here. Stop misleading people with your absurd claims."

Chu Hao said, "Is someone afraid I'll wake up Teacher Zhong?"

Taoist Min Ran's patience was nearly at its limit. He retorted, "Hmph! We are Taoists; naturally, we will save our own. What does a brat like you know about healing? Your words are utter nonsense."

Chu Hao sneered, "You'll find out soon enough if I'm speaking nonsense or not."

With that, he purchased a set of silver needles from the System—specifically, the Cold Soul Needles, a type used by Ghost Doctors.

"DING... Host has purchased a set of Cold Soul Needles, spending 1,000 Pretentiousness Points."

Item: Cold Soul Needles

Rarity: ★

Ability: Needles specialized for Ghost Doctors.

A roll of cloth materialized in Chu Hao's hand, startling everyone. How could he possibly carry so many things?

Chu Hao unfurled the cloth, revealing translucent Cold Soul Needles laid out on sheepskin, wisps of cold air emanating from them.

An old Taoist from Mount Taiding exclaimed upon seeing the needles, "Ghost Doctor's Cold Soul Needles!!"

Hearing the old Taoist's exclamation, some were confused, but he excitedly asked, "Young friend, this set of needles... are they the Cold Soul Needles?"

Chu Hao didn't give them a pleasant look. "It seems Mount Taiding isn't entirely populated by ignoramuses."

"DING... Host has successfully shown off, earning 2,000 Pretentiousness Points."

Finally, some showing off!

The others frowned. He's too arrogant, daring to say such things in front of everyone!

However, the old Taoist wasn't offended. Instead, he exclaimed with admiration, "The Cold Soul Needles! Exclusive to the Ghost Doctor Sect and extremely rare. As far as I know, the Ghost Doctor Sect's legacy was lost long ago. Could it be that you, young friend, are a descendant of the Ghost Doctor Sect?"

Being a descendant of the Ghost Doctor Sect was no small claim.

However, the Ghost Doctor Sect had vanished countless years ago. Even if a descendant were to appear, the Taoists of Mount Taiding wouldn't be particularly wary.

This was where the art of pretentiousness truly shone. Chu Hao nonchalantly said, "I'm not a descendant of the Ghost Doctor Sect. However, an old man insisted on giving me these needles. He wouldn't take no for an answer and practically begged me until I reluctantly accepted."

"DING... Host has successfully shown off, earning 2,000 Pretentiousness Points."

The old Taoist looked completely baffled. He begged you to take them?! Such a thing actually happened?

Chu Hao said, "Everyone else, please step aside. I'm about to treat the Master."

However, Taoist Min Ran objected, "Absolutely not."

The crowd frowned. With Chu Hao possessing the Cold Soul Needles, his medical skills must be outstanding. Since he has a way to heal her, why would you, Senior Brother Min Ran, forbid the treatment?

Chu Hao looked at him coldly. "What? Do you have a guilty conscience?"

All eyes turned to Taoist Min Ran.

Taoist Min Ran struggled to compose himself. "Zhong Shizhi is a woman, and you are a man. We cannot be at ease with you treating her unless we are present."

Chu Hao scoffed, "And you call yourself an eminent Taoist? How can you utter such rubbish! As a physician, I see only the patient, not the lewd thoughts cluttering your mind."

Taoist Wu Jian frowned. "Junior Brother, this young benefactor is right."

The old Taoist who had recognized the Cold Soul Needles nodded. "A physician's mind holds only the patient. Brother Min Ran, you are indeed overthinking this."

Taoist Min Ran seethed internally. Are we on the same side, or are you siding with this brat?!

Taoist Wu Jian spoke up, "Let us all step outside."

Everyone, including Qiu Yun'er, departed.

Inside the room, only Chu Hao and the unconscious Zhong Minyue remained.

Chu Hao loosened Zhong Minyue's Taoist robe. Instantly, he saw that pair—astonishingly large, and a sight he hadn't laid eyes on for some time.

Chu Hao had seen them before, and even now, they still struck him as impressively large. What on earth did Zhong Minyue eat for them to get so big, and still not sag even at forty? Impressive, my Master.

Chu Hao picked up a Cold Soul Needle and began performing acupuncture on Zhong Minyue, inserting one needle after another.

After half a shichen, Zhong Minyue finally opened her eyes. It felt as if she had merely taken a nap. Upon waking, she saw Chu Hao staring at her.

Zhong Minyue was a little disoriented, wondering if she was dreaming. How could she be seeing Chu Hao?

Suddenly, Zhong Minyue saw Chu Hao wiping drool from the corner of his mouth. As she looked down, she saw her Taoist robe was open, exposing her bosom—soft, pale, and utterly mortifying.

"AH!" Zhong Minyue cried out.

Chu Hao commanded, "Don't move!"

He held Zhong Minyue down with one hand and used the Soul Curse to examine her Three Souls and Seven Spirits. He found that the grey, corrupting energy clinging to her spiritual essence had been absorbed by the Cold Soul Needles.

Zhong Minyue was startled and didn't dare to move, especially when she saw the silver needles still in her body.

Then, Chu Hao pulled out one of the silver needles. Originally translucent, it had now turned deep black.

Chu Hao removed the remaining needles one by one. After carefully putting away the Cold Soul Needles, he stood up. "Alright, it's done."

Zhong Minyue hastily rearranged her Taoist robe, her face burning with embarrassment. This wasn't the first time Chu Hao had seen her like this; it definitely wasn't just the second. Amidst her mortification, a wave of gratitude towards Chu Hao washed over her.

This was the third time Chu Hao had saved her life.

As Zhong Minyue's mind cleared, she instantly recalled what had transpired before she lost consciousness.

Chu Hao said, "This poison isn't easily detectable by ordinary means, as it latches onto the Three Souls and Seven Spirits. Master, who exactly is trying to harm you?"

Zhong Minyue's expression grew troubled, and she slowly began to speak.

After hearing her account, Chu Hao's cold sneer deepened.

...

Outside, everyone had been waiting for a full shichen—two hours. Qiu Yun'er was the most anxious. Liang Qian reassured her, "Yun'er, you have to trust your Brother Chu Hao." Yun'er nodded.

However, one person was even more anxious than Yun'er: Taoist Min Ran. What if Zhong Minyue wakes up? he fretted. He knew Zhong Minyue had fallen unconscious because of him. If she awoke and revealed the truth, what would become of him?

Just then, a sharp voice echoed in his mind, stating indifferently, "Rest assured, the poison I planted is ingeniously concocted and difficult to neutralize. Unless this boy's Ghost Doctor Technique has reached the sixth level."

But what if he really has reached the sixth level? Taoist Min Ran thought anxiously.

The sharp voice replied, "The complete legacy of the Ghost Doctor Technique vanished long ago. These days, the highest mastery anyone has achieved is merely the fourth level."

The voice's words were persuasive, and Taoist Min Ran began to feel more at ease.

CREAK! The door opened.

Chu Hao walked out. Seeing no sign of Zhong Minyue, Taoist Min Ran breathed a sigh of relief. Just as the voice had said, he thought. Even if Chu Hao inherited the Ghost Doctor Technique, he's too young; his skills can't be that advanced.

Qiu Yun'er's heart pounded. "Brother Chu Hao, Master... is she...?"

Chu Hao gestured for her to be quiet, then looked towards Taoist Min Ran and smiled. "Taoist Min Ran, you seem quite composed."

Taoist Min Ran scoffed, "If you couldn't save her, then get off Mount Taiding immediately. You're not welcome here."

Chu Hao tilted his head. "And who says I couldn't save her?"

Just then, another person walked out of the room. Who else could it be but Zhong Minyue?