80: Chapter 80 This is a terrible omen!

The early morning sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, splashing across the bedroom floor.

Su Yun snapped his eyes open, but he didn't feel the usual leaden heaviness in his body.

On the contrary, a long-lost sense of lightness spread through his entire body.

He sat up from the bed and gave a massive stretch.

*Crack! Crack!*

A series of crisp pops, like beans bursting, echoed from his joints, making him feel incredibly comfortable.

Su Yun touched his side, where a dull ache used to radiate every single second.

That was the torture brought by pancreatic cancer, the Sword of Damocles hanging over his head.

But today, that pain had actually vanished by more than half.

Only a tiny, negligible discomfort remained, like the muscle soreness after intense exercise, which was completely within his tolerance.

"Is this what they call the power of money... oh no, the power of Merit?"

Su Yun rolled out of bed and stepped onto the floor with bare feet, his mood so good he felt like humming a tune.

Although this system was a bit of a scam, it was truly honest when it came to extending his life.

"Let's try out the new stuff."

With a thought, Su Yun activated the [Golden Light Spell] he had won in the lottery last night.

There were no earth-shattering special effects or background music.

Suddenly, a faint golden luster emerged on the surface of his skin.

The light was very thin, as if a transparent golden film had been plated over his skin.

If one didn't look closely, it was almost impossible to notice.

Curious, Su Yun poked his own cheek; the texture was a bit hard, like touching a piece of warm jade.

"So this is the Golden Light Spell, one of the Eight Great Divine Spells of Taoism?"

Su Yun raised an eyebrow and looked around, his gaze landing on the fruit knife next to the sink.

He had used this knife to cut an apple yesterday; the blade was quite sharp.

As a rigorous experimentalist, Su Yun decided to test it himself.

Of course, he wasn't stupid enough to go straight for his carotid artery. Instead, he extended his left index finger and cautiously brought the blade close.

"If I don't enter hell, who will? For science, let's do this."

Muttering to himself, Su Yun applied a bit of force and sliced the blade across the pad of his finger.

*Screech!*

A slight friction sound rang out, like metal scraping against glass.

Su Yun looked closely; his finger was perfectly intact, without even a white mark left behind.

Instead, the edge of the fruit knife seemed to have slightly rolled.

"Holy crap, this defensive power is pretty good!"

Su Yun's eyes immediately lit up.

He increased the force and even poked it lightly with the tip of the knife.

The layer of faint golden light flowed slightly, gathering at the point of pressure as if it were alive, stubbornly blocking the knife tip.

It felt as if he were wearing an invisible steel thimble on his finger.

"Awesome!"

Su Yun retracted the golden light and tossed the fruit knife back onto the table, unable to stop grinning.

With this thing, if he encountered another desperate criminal like Wang Dahai or that grave robber Old Wu during a livestream...

Even if the opponent had a knife, he could stand there and let them slash him twice before counter-killing them.

This was simply a divine skill for self-defense, a cure for all kinds of arrogance.

After testing the Golden Light Spell, Su Yun remembered the other legendary reward, [Ghost Valley Medical Arts].

This wasn't as intuitive as the Golden Light Spell; it was more of an inheritance of knowledge and perception.

Su Yun closed his eyes, and countless obscure medical principles and prescriptions, along with detailed diagrams of human meridians and acupoints, appeared out of thin air in his mind.

The ancient texts that originally looked like gibberish were now as clear as if they were carved into his brain.

He took a deep breath, extended his right hand, and placed it on the pulse points of his left wrist.

He was taking his own pulse.

This action might look a bit comical to an ordinary person, but in Su Yun's perception...

The pulse beating under his fingertips was no longer a simple 'thump-thump-thump,' but had turned into a complex and precise holographic map.

The pulse was thin and rapid, but the signs of a 'death pulse' had already weakened significantly.

Although his Qi and blood were still deficient, the first signs of recovery had begun to sprout.

Su Yun opened his mouth toward the mirror and looked at his tongue coating.

The tongue was pale red with a thin white coating.

He then pulled down his eyelids to check his sclera.

After going through this routine, Su Yun had a general idea of his condition.

"The activity of the cancer cells has decreased by at least thirty percent."

Su Yun let go of his eyelids and made a precise judgment.

This was the dominance of Ghost Valley Medical Arts: no need for CT scans, MRIs, or even blood tests.

Just by using the four methods of diagnosis—observation, listening/smelling, questioning, and pulse-taking—he could perceive the most minute changes within the human body.

"As long as I continue to accumulate Merit, a complete recovery is not just a dream."

Su Yun clenched his fist, feeling that life was full of hope.

...

Since his health was improving, he had to reward his stomach.

After washing up, Su Yun changed into casual clothes, put on a baseball cap and a mask, and sauntered downstairs.

Although he was now an influencer with millions of followers and was still trending for helping the police solve a case, he didn't want to be stared at like a monkey while eating breakfast.

Having just moved into this high-end community, "Jinxiu Jiangnan," Su Yun wasn't very familiar with the surrounding environment yet.

He walked around the community entrance and was eventually hooked by a rich aroma of meat.

It was a breakfast shop called "Wang's Buns." The storefront wasn't large, but the business was incredibly booming.

A long queue had formed at the door, and the white steam rising from the steamers made the whole street feel warm and cozy.

"This is the one."

Su Yun swallowed his saliva and obediently joined the back of the line.

It had to be said, this mundane atmosphere was the best at soothing a person's heart.

Watching the elderly folk ahead argue over which deep-fried dough stick was crispier, and seeing elementary students with backpacks rushing to school while munching on buns, Su Yun felt that this feeling of being alive was truly wonderful.

The queue moved forward slowly.

After waiting for about ten minutes, Su Yun finally reached the front.

"Boss, two baskets of pork and scallion buns, and a bowl of tofu pudding. Savory, with extra chili oil."

Su Yun called out to the busy owner.

The owner was a middle-aged man in his forties named Wang. He had a kind face, a slightly plump build, and was wearing an apron covered in grease stains.

He was very nimble, lifting steamer lids with one hand and using tongs with the other, all while constantly greeting customers.

"Coming right up! Two baskets of pork and scallion, one savory tofu pudding! Be ready in a jiffy!"

Boss Wang wiped the sweat from his forehead and replied with a smile.

The moment Boss Wang looked up, Su Yun's brow suddenly furrowed.

Something was wrong.

In Su Yun's vision, on Boss Wang's originally ruddy face, the area between his eyebrows was shrouded in a thick, inseparable mass of black Qi.

The black Qi was churning continuously, faintly emitting a bloody scent.

This was an omen of great calamity.

Su Yun subconsciously activated [Tianji Divine Calculation].

A line of semi-transparent text that only he could see immediately floated above Boss Wang's head.

[Name: Wang Jianguo]

[Age: 45]

[Occupation: Owner of Wang's Bun Shop]

[Recent Fortune: Great Calamity! At noon today, due to an aging and ruptured gas hose in the kitchen, a violent explosion will occur. The shop will be severely damaged, and the individual will suffer burns over 80% of his body...]

[Past: Laid off in early years and started a business. Has diligently run the bun shop for ten years with a decent reputation, though occasionally driven by greed...]

[Future: Without external intervention, today is the day of death! If aided by a benefactor, will enjoy the blessings of children and grandchildren in old age, but needs to watch out for cardiovascular diseases...]

[Sin Value: 5]

[Detailed Sins: Two years ago, to reduce costs, mixed small amounts of lymphatic meat into the bun filling for three consecutive months. Stopped due to strong opposition from his wife and inner unease; no serious consequences were caused.]