Chapter 4: Trinity Life-Binding Technique

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"You sick perv! You think you can just do whatever you want in the Juggins house?" Jason Yare snapped back to himself and looked up. A girl stood in the doorway in a silky nightgown. Most of one long, smooth leg was exposed, her skin luminous and flawless-startlingly lovely. Anger tightened her features, but the hint of baby fat in her cheeks made her disarmingly cute. Jason flushed, about to explain, when hurried footsteps interrupted him. "Where's the creep?" "Protect the young lady!" At those booming shouts, the girl edged back a step. In the next instant, two men in black suits-clearly bodyguards-suddenly appeared in the doorway. "He really is a creep." "That nightgown is what Miss Juggins usually wears." Their brief exchange ended and their gazes hardened. Jason sighed and raised his hands. "This is a misunderstanding, it's a-" "Save it for the cops," the girl snapped, cutting him off. "Tie him up." The bodyguards stepped into the room. Jason's gaze cooled, and the Talisman Manuscript flashed through his mind. He quickly traced the rune for the Stasis Spell. "Boundless heaven and earth, yin and-" "Stop!" A sharp voice cut him off and halted the guards. The woman from the lakeside rescue strode up, grabbed the girl by the ear, and scolded, exasperated, "He's a friend of mine. What creep?" "But he's wearing your nightgown-ow! Sis, easy…" "Miss Juggins," the bodyguards said in unison, bowing their heads. She waved them away. "You can go." "Yes, ma'am." Still holding her sister by the ear, she pulled her into the room, then turned to Jason with an apologetic smile. "This is my kid sister. Sorry-she was out of line." Jason shook his head to show it didn't matter. Then he asked, "So this is your place?" She smiled. "You pushed the Heaven Gate Thirteen Needles too hard and it backfired. Even though you took a Soul-Consolidating Pill, I was worried about side effects. I brought you home to treat you properly." An elderly man with a goatee walked in just then. "This is Caleb," she said, "the best doctor in Nivon." "Miss Juggins is too kind. I wouldn't dare claim to be the best," he replied, stroking his beard. He peered at Jason. "Young man, I hear you can use the Heaven Gate Thirteen Needles?" "I learned from my grandpa. I only know a thing or two." Jason gave an awkward grin. His nose twitched; he caught a faint, fishy, metallic reek. "Doctor Caleb! The old master is in trouble!" A commotion broke out in the hall. Miss Juggins and her sister turned pale and hurried out with Caleb. Jason, having recovered, felt that hanging around in a young lady's bedroom was improper, so he followed. He stepped out and stopped short, taken aback by the sheer opulence. They were on the second floor of a U-shaped gallery. Looking down at the first-floor hall, the place was lavish-practically dripping with gold. By the fireplace downstairs, a crowd was in a panic. Caleb knelt by a gray-haired elder on the verge of death, taking his pulse. A puddle of blood on the floor gave off that same rank stench. "Doctor Caleb, he was fine a minute ago-what happened?" Miss Juggins asked, her voice tight with grief. Her sister, totally at a loss, grabbed the old man's hand. Tears streamed down her face. Caleb pulled back his hand and sighed. "Ian Juggins's old illness erupted fiercely. I'm afraid he hasn't got long." At that, Miss Juggins's eyes filled with tears. "Isn't there anything you can do?" Caleb exhaled and didn't answer. "You're a miracle worker-there has to be a way. Please, I'll pay any price." She wouldn't give up; her tears fell one after another. "Xiaoxue, life and death have their appointed time. For me to have scraped by these years is fortune enough… cough, cough…" The elder coughed up another mouthful of blood, his breath weakening again. "Grandpa!" Miss Juggins clung to Caleb, completely falling apart. "It isn't that I refuse," Caleb said helplessly, "it's that there's truly nothing to be done." "I wouldn't say that." Jason had stepped up behind him. "To me, the old man's internal energy is strong and steady. That's not a sign of dying soon. He's been poisoned." A moment ago, Jason had opened Heaven's Eye and looked at the old man. His breath was weak, but the coil of Innate Vital Energy in his body was dense, even more robust than the little boy's he'd examined earlier. For someone of his age to have such vitality meant a long life. Then Jason drew close and smelled the blood again. Memory stirred, and the answer was clear: poison. Caleb frowned, skeptical. "Young man, watch what you say. Ian Juggins is an old hero. Who would dare poison him?" Jason paused, then said, "So there's your motive." Caleb fell silent. Seeing Jason, Miss Juggins grabbed his hand like a lifeline. "Yes. You can use the Heaven Gate Thirteen Needles-you can save my grandpa!" Jason shook his head. "The Heaven Gate Thirteen Needles can buy him a little time, but it only treats the symptoms, not the cause." At that, her knees buckled, all strength draining from her. "Better send him to the hospital first," Caleb said. "I'll check on him again afterward." He had barely finished when the elder's body convulsed. He vomited a dark gush of foul blood, then his eyes slipped shut. He stopped breathing. Everyone froze, stunned. Caleb's eyes widened. Something flickered in his eyes, then it was gone. "We don't have much time. Give me the silver needles!" Jason didn't panic. He pushed forward and pressed the old man's philtrum-the point between nose and upper lip-hard. Caleb hesitated, sighing. "Young man, Ian Juggins is already-" "Cut the crap!" Jason barked, urgent and angry, fingers working the philtrum as his mind raced for a solution. "Here. Save my grandpa!" The younger girl had lugged over a medical kit and was already pulling out a roll of silver needles. Jason took them without looking, plucked three, and drove them in-one at the crown of the head, one at each shoulder. Then his thumb kneaded the philtrum forcefully. "Trinity Life-Binding Technique!" Caleb exclaimed. There was a lot more to those three simple needles than met the eye. They had to be set the instant a person hovered at death's door, with blistering speed, to lock the body's qi flow and hang life by a thread. The timing had to be exact; too early did nothing, too late did nothing. Without a decade or more of practice, no one could pull it off. This young man didn't look that old. Unless he'd practiced medicine since childhood, he shouldn't have been able to do this. Curiosity sparked in Caleb's eyes. "Cough, cough…" The old man gave a light cough, breath returning. "Were you the one who saved me?" He opened his eyes, gratitude in his voice. "Not yet," Jason said with a slow exhale. "We don't have much time. I'm going to ask, you answer-don't leave anything out."

Chapter 4: Trinity Life-Binding Technique

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