I'm Going to Kill Her with One Needle

As soon as Jing Pu finished speaking, the old man was so excited he nearly dropped to his knees before him. He immediately looked at Jing Pu eagerly and said,

"Thank you, senior."

Seeing how excited the old man was, Jing Pu furrowed his brow slightly and said,

"But let me make this clear first: if I can't cure her, or I accidentally kill her, you're not allowed to come after me or blame me, got it?"

Jing Pu had been badly shaken by the medical disputes in his previous life. If he messed up, and these people took out their anger on him, that would be bad.

In truth, Jing Pu really didn't want to get himself into trouble. He ultimately agreed to give it a try for basically two reasons.

First, although Jing Pu was an ordinary person without grand ambitions, he still hoped this world would be a beautiful place where everyone could live happily.

He couldn't quite bear to watch such a lovely young woman wither away right before his eyes.

Of course, that wasn't important. The second reason was what mattered... Damn it, what a horrible omen!!!

Jing Pu had only finished setting up his home a few days ago, hadn't he?

It had only been a month!!!

The old man had just said that if things continued like this, Yun Qiyao would definitely explode and die. Just picturing it made Jing Pu shudder. Explode and die, huh? Wouldn't that send bits of her flying all over his courtyard?

It was like this: you saved up money for most of your life, bought a house with a courtyard on the first floor, spent a month fixing it up, and were just about to move in and enjoy life.

Then someone jumped from the sixth floor and landed in your courtyard with a splat, smashed to smithereens.

Now tell me, was that unlucky or not?

After Jing Pu finished speaking, the black-clothed old man nodded again and again.

"Of course!"

After all, if things continued this way, Yun Qiyao would certainly die. Rather than let that happen, they might as well let this senior try.

And honestly, although the black-clothed old man had known Jing Pu for less than five minutes, he already trusted him immensely.

There was the Dao Intent Jing Pu had displayed in every gesture, but more than that, there was everything he had seen and heard in those five minutes.

There was no need to mention the Demon Pill at the peak of Spirit Transformation. It was as rare as an Immortal Beast.

There was also that Immortal Beast with True Dragon bloodline, not to mention this Ping Pong table. In fact, everything in the courtyard was extraordinary. The black-clothed old man couldn't help feeling that there was hope.

Jing Pu didn't waste time. He went straight to Yun Qiyao's side and gently placed two fingers on her wrist.

Three seconds later, Jing Pu suddenly wore a strange expression and withdrew his hand.

To everyone else, Jing Pu's actions were quite novel. They had no idea what he was doing.

The black-clothed old man quickly looked at Jing Pu and asked,

"Senior, how is she?"

Without turning his head, Jing Pu hurried toward his room.

"Wait a moment. I'm going back to get some tools."

Jing Pu left at once. The people around him exchanged uncertain glances. Was this going to work or not?

Ling Jing looked at Yun Qiyao, then turned to Ling Ju with a puzzled expression.

"Sis, what happened to her? How did she suddenly end up like this?"

Ling Ju glanced at Yun Qiyao, who was being held down on the Ping Pong table, and furrowed her brow slightly.

"The Demon Pill triggered her Demon Heart Tribulation. By the way, Ling Jing, go retrieve that Spirit Transformation Demon Pill. Don't let the senior lose it. It was just thrown outside the gate."

Ling Jing nodded blankly, then hurried out of the courtyard.

Lie Chun, who was standing off to one side, stared at Ling Ju in bewilderment.

"Senior Sister Ling Ju, what is the Demon Heart Tribulation?"

Though Lie Chun was the legitimate prince of the Blazing Dynasty, it was only a small dynasty in the Northern Province. Besides, he had been immersed in cultivation since childhood, so he was quite ignorant about these matters.

Ling Ju glanced at Lie Chun and spoke softly.

"I don't know all the details. What I do know is that the ancestors of the Cloud Monster Royal Family once offended a High Immortal of the Devil Race from the Upper Realm. They were then slaughtered. Of course, that High Immortal of the Devil Race didn't meet a much better end; the other immortals of the Upper Realm joined forces and killed him."

"But before he died, that High Immortal of the Devil Race used all his power to plant the Demon Heart Tribulation in everyone of the Cloud Monster Royal Family. The Demon Heart Tribulation is an ancient curse passed down through the bloodline. The way to undo it has been lost, so they can only suppress it one layer at a time."

Ling Ju's words left Lie Chun a little confused.

"One layer at a time?"

Lie Chun was very curious. Ling Ju wasn't impatient with him, though. After all, they were all following the senior. Although the senior had never said he would take the three of them as disciples, in their hearts, they all regarded Jing Pu as their master, which naturally made Ling Ju their senior sister.

Ling Ju nodded slightly.

"That's right. The Demon Heart Tribulation has nine layers. The first strikes after ten years, the second after fifty, and the third after a hundred... Each layer is more dangerous than the last. The only way to resolve it is to ask a High Immortal to protect the person using a special method, then rely entirely on the person's own strength to suppress it."

After Ling Ju finished speaking, Ling Jing, who had gone to retrieve the ball, returned and asked,

"Then, Sis, do you think she can make it?"

Ling Ju furrowed her delicate brows and shook her head slightly.

"Normally, she should only be at the third layer now. I don't know why she's already at the fifth. If she'd been prepared, there might have been a chance. But the moment she touched the Demon Pill just now, it triggered the Demon Heart Tribulation early. The senior doesn't know the special method for protecting her, so I'm afraid it'll be difficult..."

When Ling Ju finished, Ling Jing and Lie Chun both sighed softly and fell silent. They even stepped back a couple of paces, in case they got splattered.

At the same time, Jing Pu came hurrying back. Damn it, it had taken him ages to dig out the Acupuncture Set the system had given him.

The main thing was, he never got sick in the Void Space. He had only used the Acupuncture Set for practice, then left it in his Space Bag without taking it out again.

When Jing Pu hurried back to Yun Qiyao, he said nothing and immediately unfolded his acupuncture kit.

As soon as Jing Pu opened the kit, everyone nearby stared at the hair-thin silver needles in bewilderment. Just looking at them made their skin crawl.

The black-clothed old man stared at the acupuncture kit and stammered,

"S-Senior... what is this?"

As Jing Pu picked up a needle, he glanced at the black-clothed old man.

"Acupuncture. Never seen it before?"

The black-clothed old man stared blankly and shook his head. Jing Pu wasn't surprised. He simply nodded and didn't bother explaining. After taking out a silver needle, he was about to begin.

But the black-clothed old man swallowed again.

"Senior... what are you going to do?"

This black-clothed old man was really troublesome. Jing Pu could understand, though. Back when he'd stuck these things into himself, even he had felt nervous, let alone people who had never seen them before.

Jing Pu replied at once, "Of course I'm saving her. What else would I be doing?"

Then Jing Pu went to Yun Qiyao's head. She was in a terrible state now, her eyes already seeming to have lost all reason.

Jing Pu didn't waste time. He pinched the silver needle and aimed to insert it into the space between Yun Qiyao's brows.

But before he could, the black-clothed old man stared at the scene in horror and exclaimed,

"Senior... what are you doing now? Are you going to stick that silver needle into the young lady?"

Jing Pu's face darkened. He stood up and said,

"No."

No?

The black-clothed old man stared at him blankly.

"Then what are you planning to do?"

Jing Pu's expression was flat.

"I'm planning to kill her with one needle."

Seriously, why the hell did you have so many questions?