Tomb robbing: I was Buried alive in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, I Get Stronger by Looting Corpses - Chapter 31

Chapter 31: The System Has Gone Too Far! A Peculiar Patient!

Ding! 

[Congratulations, Host…]

With the sound of the system’s chime echoing in the air, corpse after corpse was looted by Yang Yi and heaped together into a grotesque mound. It had become a small hill in its own right.

Blood, still wet and seeping, stained the surrounding ground a vivid crimson. Yang Yi’s harvest remained substantial. Yet, ever since he had received the Snake Spirit’s gift of gratitude, he had found nothing particularly special from the corpses he touched. That had left him slightly disappointed. After all, the haul he had gathered from his previous passage had been nothing short of extraordinary.

Perhaps it’s just a matter of luck, Yang Yi mused.

Still, when he glanced at the newly acquired decades of bitter cultivation time, he felt thoroughly content. After all, cultivation time and longevity were the things he desired most, especially cultivation time.

Yang Yi even felt that, with enough of it, he would not need the life essence he had harvested from others. Instead, he could bestow it upon Meng Jiangnü and the others, so that they could attain eternal life alongside him. “Nine dragons guard the tomb. Each passageway held close to a hundred craftsmen. Had I not intervened, those nine paths would have been filled to the brim with vengeful corpses.”

“So then… did Zhao Gao and Hu Hai drive these artisans to their deaths merely to keep the First Emperor’s tomb a secret?”

“If that were truly the case, why not execute everyone involved?”

“That would be hundreds of thousands, at least.”

Gazing at the mountain of corpses before him, Yang Yi fell into deep thought. Previously, he had not given it much thought. But ever since learning that this world housed martial artists—and even demons—he found the whole affair deeply suspicious.

There might be a far more sinister plot at work. And that conspiracy, no doubt, revolves around the First Emperor; or more precisely, around his corpse.

Perhaps that ancient body concealed some earth-shattering secret. All at once, Yang Yi felt an intense yearning to touch the First Emperor’s remains. Suppressing his impulses, he strode further into the tomb, seeking the corpses he had yet to loot.

Ding! 

[Congratulations, Host…]

As Yang Yi continued his grim task, the system chimed once again. He could have muted it, of course. But he rather enjoyed the thrill of those little notifications. Rather than feel disturbed, he found them quite uplifting.

Ding!

[Congratulations, Host, you have obtained a thousand-year-old ginseng.]

Ding! 

[Congratulations, Host, you have obtained a hundred-year-old ginseng. Congratulations, Host, you have obtained assorted basic medicinal herbs.]

As Yang Yi laid his hands upon the body of an elderly man, the system’s notification caused his fingers to jolt slightly.

At last, something special. This one must have been a disciple of a medical family, Yang Yi concluded.

[Congratulations, Host. You have obtained: Medical Breathing Technique; Beginner Medical Skills; Entry-level Ghost Gate Eighteen Needles; a Medical Compendium; a set of specially-forged silver needles; one year of cultivation time; ten years of lifespan.]

[Ghost Gate Eighteen Needles (Guǐmén Shíbā Zhēn / 鬼门十八针): A legendary set of acupuncture techniques in Chinese medicine, said to be highly effective in treating critical illnesses and near-death conditions. Often romanticised in martial arts novels as a secret healing art known only to elite physicians or martial healers.]

With every chime, Yang Yi’s excitement grew. Finally—something truly worthwhile. In a flash, a torrent of information surged into his mind. First came the Medical Breathing Technique, followed by foundational knowledge in medicine, and lastly, the Ghost Gate Eighteen Needles. With his formidable spiritual strength, Yang Yi absorbed the knowledge effortlessly.

This man must have come from a declining medical family. And clearly, his aptitude was lacking. Only beginner-level medical skills, and merely an entry point to the Ghost Gate Eighteen Needles. Fortunately, I also obtained a full compendium.

He was deeply satisfied with the day’s gains. Medical expertise, naturally, was of immense importance. Beyond tending to Qinglian and the others, it served as an essential survival skill for a tombraider like himself. Not to mention, the thousand-year-old ginseng—a miraculous treasure capable of saving a life in a pinch… or serving as a powerful aid in cultivation.

Ding! 

[Congratulations, Host. You have received a special reward — Unique Patient: Miss Ku.]

The patient has been transferred to the system’s space.

Just as Yang Yi thought the day was done, the system’s voice chimed once more.

What the hell— Even patients can be looted now? System, this is going too far!

Yang Yi grumbled inwardly. He then projected his consciousness into the system’s spatial storage. Sure enough, a woman now lay there, flat on her back.

So soft—

So supple…

The moment his gaze landed on her, Yang Yi was not captivated by her beauty or figure. It was her aura—an intangible charm that quietly ensnared his mind. Though she lay motionless like the others, something about her made him feel she was impossibly lithe and supple. Yang Yi had the distinct impression she could bend herself in any direction, like a ribbon dancing in the wind. She was stunning—graceful and alluring.

One look, and one could easily be lost in the web of her beauty. She wore a silk gown, her hair adorned with an ornate jade hairpin. Clearly, she had come from wealth and nobility.

How did a noble’s daughter end up assigned to Lishan as a patient? It puzzled him. Could it be that her physician failed to cure her? Miss Ku…

The name rang no bells. He was certain he had never heard of her.

So, she must be someone special? System, what makes her unique?

Yang Yi’s curiosity got the better of him.

Ding!

[This woman possesses the seductive bone of the enchanting serpent. She is also the original host of the Demon-Lipped Serpent’s Breath physique. Her body is filled with potent toxins. When her emotions fluctuate, her entire being emits a lethal poisonous aura.]

The system’s explanation caused Yang Yi to gasp softly.