Chapter 1207: Daoist Bai Ziqing, Life-Ferrying Combat Art

In less than a minute, Bai Ziqing’s body was already covered in silver acupuncture needles. At a glance, he looked exactly like a hedgehog. Over a hundred cyan threads floated across the ground of the aid station. Right now, Bai Ziqing was like a living transformer, with countless wires relying on him to output power.

The entire scene calmed down. It was working!

As long as the wounded were pierced in their acupoints by the Daoist sect’s silver needles, their wounds finally coagulated again and stopped spurting blood. The medical staff hurriedly injected hematopoietic agents into the injured. Although it didn’t have much of an immediate effect, it could still be a life-saving measure.

SPURT!

Suddenly, Bai Ziqing spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Su Yue’s heart skipped a beat. This handsome guy from the Daoist sect was likely overdrawing his Qi Blood and couldn’t hold on much longer. After all, there were over a hundred silver needles inserted into his body, and each one was frantically devouring his Qi Blood. Actually, Su Yue had noticed that Bai Ziqing was in some pain when the needle count reached fifty. To be able to endure over a hundred needles, this guy was simply risking his life. But Su Yue couldn’t help at all.

When Bai Ziqing spat blood, all the medical staff and Legion Martial Artists present were startled. They prayed that nothing else would happen to their savior.

“I’m sorry to make everyone worry. I’m fine!”

Bai Ziqing opened his eyes and calmly shook his head. He looked at the several corpses in the distance, his eyes filled only with shame. His compassionate and empathetic demeanor was deeply moving. But Bai Ziqing was not satisfied. Despite his efforts to save them, a few of the wounded had still died.

“Daoist disciples, continue locating the acupoints,” Bai Ziqing then ordered.

“Senior Brother, you’ve reached your limit! Even with a Life-Transferring Physique, you can’t hold on any longer,” a Daoist disciple shouted with a grim expression.

Su Yue strongly agreed in his heart. He really couldn’t hold on anymore. Although Su Yue didn’t know what this Life-Transferring Physique was, Bai Ziqing was a Rank Five Pressure Ring Martial Artist, and his Qi Blood hovered around 5,000 calories. A Pressure Ring Martial Artist couldn’t break through that easily. No matter how incredible the outside rumors were, with some even claiming that Bai Ziqing was at the peak of Rank Five—it was simply impossible. Su Yue could see through the essence of the matter at a glance. He was not a Grandmaster, after all. This extreme extraction of his power was simply fatal.

“Insert ten more needles. If I can save one more, that’s one more saved.

“In just twenty minutes, I will be able to completely expel the curse infection from the first wounded soldier. Slowly, they can all be saved.”

Bai Ziqing shook his head, insisting on his decision.

The degree of infection varied for each wounded person, so the time it took for Bai Ziqing to expel the curse also differed. As long as one could recover, he would be able to free up his hands to save the next. Ten more needles meant ten more lives.

Fortunately, the medical team had also found a makeshift solution to temporarily alleviate the situation. They used blood-activating injections to maintain the heartbeats of the injured. However, this method could only last for ten minutes or so. Any longer, and the wounded might even die faster. This was actually a gamble that overdrew their life force. If Bai Ziqing could save everyone, it would be a happy ending. If he couldn’t… they could only be registered as martyrs.

“Understood!”

The etiquette and rules of the Daoist sect were very strict. Even though the disciples were a million times reluctant to insert the needles, they had no choice but to obey Bai Ziqing’s orders.

Since there were not enough acupoints left on his body, the silver needles this time were directly inserted into Bai Ziqing’s forehead. Watching from afar, Su Yue found it horrifying. Yet, he also admired this guy’s selfless fearlessness. Others might not know, but Su Yue was well aware that if there was even the slightest mishap, Bai Ziqing himself could lose his life. This was truly running on the edge of a blade.

“Teacher Wuteng, do you know what the Life-Transferring Physique is?” Su Yue asked in a low voice.

“The Life-Transferring Physique is a combat tactic of the Daoist sect used for healing the wounded and rescuing the dying. It requires cultivating in a medicinal vat from a young age.

“Medical tactics can be considered the most difficult combat tactics in the world. Ordinary Martial Artists like us simply cannot learn them. Even within the Daoist sect, which focuses on clearing the mind and limiting desires, only Bai Ziqing has mastered it in this generation.

“Medical tactics are different from technological medicine. They use acupuncture to directly expel toxins from another person’s body using one’s own life-transferring Qi Blood,” Wuteng Feng explained.

“Is it really that difficult?” Su Yue frowned. He was a bit skeptical. Unfortunately, let alone cultivating them, he had never even come into contact with medical tactics.

“Let’s not talk about whether it’s difficult or not for now. You’ve been messing around in the Wet Realm for so long; have you ever heard of a Wet Realm Martial Artist who understands medical tactics?” Wuteng Feng retorted directly without further explanation.

Hearing this, Su Yue blanked for a moment. Indeed! It seemed there weren’t any. This question truly struck the depths of Su Yue’s soul. Right. The Martial Arts Civilization originated from the Wet Realm, but why did foreign Martial Artists never cultivate medical tactics? After thinking it over, there could only be one reason: it was too difficult.

“Teacher Wuteng, is there anything I can do to help?”

The tub of painkillers had lost its effect, and Su Yue had also expelled the curse inside Wuteng Feng’s body, leaving him idle once again. Seeing Bai Ziqing working so hard, Su Yue couldn’t just sit still.

“You can work part-time as a security guard,” Wuteng Feng said.

“With so many people in the Zhenqin Corps, they don’t need me.

“Teacher Wuteng, does the Research Institute have any information on the Life-Transferring Physique tactic? I want to take a look,” Su Yue suddenly asked mysteriously.

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Let’s just have one update today. It’s already close to ten thousand words anyway, and I’m too lazy to split it into chapters.