The Goddess's Personal Doctor
Chapter 221 Run Fast

Chapter 221: Chapter 221 Run Fast

"Truly befitting of Ninja Village, every step is fraught with danger," Yang Yu sheathed his Blood Blade and continued forward.

However, after just a few steps, he stopped again.

In front of him appeared five diverging paths, each colored to symbolize metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.

As for which path would lead into the village, it was up to his own judgment.

"Ninja Village also plays with Qimen Dunjia?" Yang Yu smiled faintly, "Amateur hour."

First, Yang Yu walked down the ’metal’ path to the far left, walked several meters, then returned to the original spot and entered the ’wood’ path.

After walking a few steps, he turned back again and then entered the ’earth’ path.

He then sequentially tried the ’water’ and ’fire’ paths and finally continued all the way down the ’metal’ path.

Shortly, a village came into view before Yang Yu, and just like that, he had easily broken through the Ninja Village’s Qimen Dunjia.

Upon seeing the village, Yang Yu didn’t rush in but instead looked up at the wooden sign above the village’s wooden gate.

Although he didn’t recognize Japanese, he knew the characters on the wooden sign because they were not in modern Japanese, but ancient Japanese.

"Ninja Village," Yang Yu shook his head as he looked at the dilapidated scene in front of him.

In times of chaos, ninjas struggled to make a living; in peaceful times, they were even less needed, so their decline was quite normal.

Yang Yu walked over to the village’s wooden gate, looked at a stone sundial standing above it, and fiddled with the gnomon for a while.

The next moment, the original wooden gate disappeared, and another identical wooden gate appeared behind Yang Yu.

And in front of the initial wooden gate position, there was now clearly a trap filled with sharp wooden cones!

One of the Ninjutsu arts—Illusion Technique.

Yang Yu ignored the trap and walked straight through the newly appeared gate, finally seeing the real Ninja Tribe.

All around the tribe were decrepit wooden huts; with every gust of wind, a rotting smell of wood pervaded the air.

It was apparent that this tribe had not been inhabited for a long time.

Because, in front of every wooden hut stood a wooden gravestone.

The people of this tribe had clearly died out!

Yang Yu walked around the tribe and stopped in front of a small wooden hut: "I am a friend of Ito Kiko, my name is Yang Yu, he asked me to come and treat your illness."

The door of the hut opened, revealing a very delicate face.

This was a youth, about the same age as Ito Kiko, but his Essence Energy Spirit was far inferior to that of Ito Kiko’s.

Even without Ito Kiko’s words, Yang Yu could tell at a glance that this youth would not live for more than a week.

"Are you Ito Kiko’s brother?" Yang Yu was very curious, "You and she..."

"Mr. Yang Yu, hello, my name is Ito Chuan, my sister and I are twins," Ito Chuan bowed deeply to Yang Yu, "Thank you for risking your life to save me, cough cough..."

Ito Chuan coughed violently a few times, coughing up a large mouthful of black blood.

He was gravely ill.

"Don’t talk, I’ll give you some acupuncture first!" Yang Yu took out his silver needles and swiftly placed them into Ito Chuan’s body.

Yang Yu’s needles were not ordinary acupuncture, but Primordial Energy acupuncture, channeling Primordial Energy through the silver needles into various acupoints within Ito Chuan’s body.

More than a dozen needles went in, and Ito Chuan’s coughing became even more violent, spitting out mouthful after mouthful of black blood.

Although the blood he coughed up was severe, his spirit was much improved, "Thank you, Mr. Yang Yu."

"Don’t mention it, I’ve only temporarily suppressed the filthy energy in your body. To fully heal, you need a long period of Washing Marrow and Changing Blood, which can’t be done here," said Yang Yu. "Can you walk? Come with me to find your sister, I’ll take you both out of Japan."

"I can," nodded Ito Chuan, "But before leaving, I want to take our Ito Tribe’s Treasure Saber with us. My sister said that we could give the saber to Mr. Yang Yu."

"A Treasure Saber?" Yang Yu’s eyes immediately sparkled at the mention of it.

What he liked most now was not money but weapons like the Evil Shadow Blood Blade.

He could earn money easily enough; if need be, he could change his identity and make a fortune at the Luo Family’s casino. But a handy weapon was hard to come by!

The Evil Shadow Blood Blade was suitable for close combat and one-on-one fights, but for taking on multiple opponents, a long blade was more appropriate.

With a Treasure Saber on the offer, Yang Yu naturally wouldn’t miss out, "Where is it? Let’s go get it."

Ito Chuan: "........."

At the end of the Ito Tribe, there was an ancient conical burial mound, and in front of the mound on the ground, a sword with its sword scabbard was embedded.

Yang Yu didn’t make a move because he saw that around the sword, there was a Feng Shui Array set up, what the Japanese would call a barrier.

To pull the sword out, the Feng Shui Array would have to be broken first.

Yang Yu casually asked, "What’s the story with this sword, and why hasn’t anyone else from your tribe pulled it out?"

"We can’t pull it out," Ito Chuan said helplessly, shaking his head, "Even my sister, with her great strength, couldn’t do it, and I’m even less likely. This sword is said to be called Heavenly Light and has a history of over two thousand years."

"Heavenly Light? That’s a good name," said Yang Yu, even more energized upon hearing that the sword was over two thousand years old.

He went in front of the sword and drew some strange patterns at several critical points around it with the Blood Blade.

In less than a few seconds, the Feng Shui Array, corroded by the Evil Energy of the Blood Blade reacted, and the ground began to shake violently.

Yang Yu grasped the sword scabbard and pulled the entire sword "out by the roots"!

"Run!" Yang Yu, grabbing Ito Chuan, raced away; behind them, the ground collapsed rapidly, like the end of the world in a disaster movie.

If they had been just one or two seconds slower, they would have been swallowed by the collapsing ground!

It was not until Yang Yu felt the ground stop shaking that he finally halted.

Ito Chuan was panting heavily, his face showing an unhealthy red, "That was close!"

Yang Yu could have easily made it in time, but he had deliberately run slowly to accommodate Ito Chuan.

Fortunately, both of them had escaped.

The two sat atop a hill, resting; Yang Yu asked Ito Chuan, "There are no other people left in the Ito Tribe, right?"

"No more," Ito Chuan shook his head, a glint of sadness in his eyes, "Before my sister and I were born, our tribe had a few hundred people. But ever since a factory was built nearby, the people of our Ito Tribe began to contract strange diseases and die, many from leukemia."

"Our Clan Leader had talks with the officials, but our voices were weak; the government only agreed to give us some money to move out."

"Originally, we could grow grains and plants, rear chickens and ducks in our tribe, and be self-sufficient. But after moving out, everything was expensive outside; house prices were high, and we ninjas only knew how to kill, without other means of livelihood. Outside, we have to endure cold stares and bullying."

"Therefore, most people returned to the village, and a small number became Assassins for the Yamada Group, doing unsightly dirty work."