Chapter 9
Li Qingran felt the warmth of the two large hands on her back, the process of expelling the fire poison from her body akin to countless insects crawling through her limbs, both itchy and numb. She bit her lip, afraid of making any disrespectful sounds that might disturb her senior.
To distract herself, she glanced at the bronze mirror hanging by the bedside.
From this angle, she could see a small part of her back.
She had expected to see an elderly man with white hair, but there was nothing—only two hands formed from gathered spiritual energy. One hand pressed gently, while the other moved in circles, delivering a warm and reassuring strength.
Not seeing her senior's face left Li Qingran feeling a bit disappointed.
While her heart felt at ease, she also felt a wave of shame.
Her senior was indeed not the kind of person to take advantage of others. Even while healing her, he didn’t let his skin touch hers at all. He was the epitome of a gentleman, and yet she had harbored such disrespectful thoughts earlier—she truly shouldn’t have.
【Li Qingran, fire poison expelled, ‘fire poison devours the body’, removed.】
With the healing process complete, Li Qingran’s skin returned to normal.
From Chen Huai'an's perspective, although there were still some impurities on her skin, it was noticeably more radiant than before, like a boiled egg polished with a bit of wax.
“Thank you for helping me heal, senior. I already feel much better.”
Li Qingran whispered her thanks, her hands awkwardly clutching the towel at her sides.
Chen Huai'an could see her ears turning red, and even the back of her neck seemed to be affected.
“Can I ask you a question, senior?”
Her voice trembled slightly, as if she had mustered all her courage to say this.
This time, Chen Huai'an didn’t hesitate to choose one.
With the permission granted, Li Qingran felt a surge of joy, her tone becoming much lighter.
“Senior has helped me a lot. May I know your name? Of course, if you don’t want to share, I won’t ask.”
Goodness, Chen Huai'an thought to himself.
He had already spent several thousand, playing the game for half a day.
Had he finally reached the step of creating a character name?
So, if he didn’t spend money to get to this point, he wouldn’t even be worthy of creating a character name?
This game had a really high threshold.
After thinking for a moment, he didn’t come up with any fancy name.
“Chen Huai'an,” he simply typed in those three characters.
If he were to die in the future, at least this game data on his phone would still record his name.
This might be the only trace he could leave behind.
“With a frost-embraced sword and courage, the long night is driven away;With a scholar’s heart and the qin’s melody, the cold evening is transformed.Huai An, Huai An...senior’s name, I, Qingran, will remember it in my heart.”
Li Qingran turned back with a gentle smile, her brows slightly raised, her dark hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall.
Outside the window, the long night was as dark as ink, and the heavy rain poured down, yet she felt no chill, only a soft warmth blooming in her heart.
Chen Huai'an stared at Li Qingran’s smiling face, momentarily dazed, as if the screen of his phone had vanished.
It felt as if there really was a girl smiling at him.
“This little workshop is too intense.”
He quickly shook his head, trying to dispel those unrealistic fantasies.
“Senior, there are still quite a few stains on me; I need to wash up again.”
This time, no dialogue options popped up.
Li Qingran wrapped herself in the towel, turned to the ceiling, and gave a graceful bow, then took her new clothes from the bedside and headed to the bathroom.
Chen Huai'an stared blankly at the empty room for a while.
He felt like he had lost his mind.
Could there really be a day when he felt a fluttering heart for a game character?
“By the way, this girl’s injuries may be healed, but the issues with her spiritual root and dantian haven’t been resolved, right?”
He rummaged through the game interface again.
Then he discovered a help center where it seemed he could ask questions.
【The first question of the day is free; the second question requires a recharge of 100 to purchase a question ticket, and the price of the third question ticket increases fivefold, and so on.】
“Seriously? You might as well rob a bank instead of making a game!”
Chen Huai'an couldn’t help but laugh in frustration.
But since the first question was free, he decided to take advantage of it every day!
“How can I solve Li Qingran’s dantian and spiritual root issues?”
【You can only ask about one of them.】
Chen Huai'an: “…”
The dantian seemed more important, after all, it was the container.
“Then how can I solve the dantian issue?”
【Calculating the heavenly secrets…】
“Calculating the heavenly secrets, huh? Sounds pretty mystical.” Chen Huai'an scoffed.
Little did he know, in the Cangyun Realm where Li Qingran was, the heavens suddenly changed, the stars shifted, tides stirred, and the earth trembled, causing countless old monsters from various sects to take notice.
“Whoa, a great cultivator is calculating the heavenly secrets!”
“With the spiritual energy in the Cangyun Realm growing thinner, is a powerful being divining the future of the Cangyun Realm?”
“Stay away! Such a powerful being is not someone we can provoke; let’s just focus on our own cultivation.”
…
【Heavenly secrets calculation complete!】
【To repair Li Qingran’s dantian, you can use an ancient divine medicine—Hunyuan Butian Dan. This pill has been lost to time; it can not only repair severely damaged dantian but also enhance its quality and capacity for spiritual energy to a certain extent.】
【The ‘Fortune Koi Pool’ has captured a thread of heavenly secrets for you; drawing the ‘Fortune Koi’ will allow you to exchange for the immortal-grade Hunyuan Butian Dan.】
Chen Huai'an: “…”
What the hell, capturing a thread of heavenly secrets?
Isn’t this just stuffing game items into a guaranteed prize pool?
Drawing a thousand times would cost a hundred thousand!
Although there’s a chance to draw it directly, what’s the difference between 0.001% and 0?!
If he had such good luck, he wouldn’t have gotten cancer in the first place.
“Tomorrow morning, I’ll set up the account, then go to the hospital for proof, and without a second thought, head straight to Ling Mountain to start streaming.”
Chen Huai'an scratched his head.
He had originally planned to wait a few days before going to Ling Mountain.
But now, he felt a bit anxious.
Li Qingran’s dantian must be repaired.
That’s what Chen Huai'an said!
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**Chapter 10: Your Electronic Girlfriend's Gift Has Arrived**
Night—
The rain gradually stopped.
Li Qingran nervously looked at the talisman in her hand, preparing for the final three steps.
The first step was to infuse the talisman with spiritual energy.
She wasn’t sure how much spiritual energy was needed to make the talisman from the remaining materials of the immortal-grade formation flag. All she knew was that she had used up all 50 low-grade spirit stones and drained her own spiritual energy just to barely fill the talisman with the energy required to activate it.
She rubbed her pale face and took a deep breath. “Next is the second step!”
Carving the name!
The creator of the talisman had to use their own blood as ink to write the name of the one being protected on the talisman.
This step was supposed to be the simplest, yet Li Qingran felt even more anxious than before.
“Write it well, write it well, I must write it well…”
She muttered to herself, finally writing the name ‘Chen Huai'an’ on the talisman.
But her face revealed a smile that looked worse than crying: “Oh no, now it’s even more laughable…”
The characters on the talisman were crooked and messy, looking worse than a dog’s paw print.
Li Qingran had a natural weakness—her handwriting was terrible.
It wasn’t that she was rough or uncultured; before entering the Qingyun Sect, she was the daughter of a general. Although her parents had insisted she learn the skills of a proper lady, she had shown no interest at all, focusing entirely on horsemanship, spear techniques, archery, and other skills needed for battle.
Back then, when her parents forced her to learn writing, she would cry.
Riding into battle didn’t require pretty handwriting.
Now she regretted it.
If given another chance, she would definitely learn to write properly from her parents.
“Father always said, it’s the thought that counts when giving a gift.” Li Qingran pumped herself up with a fist and entered the final step—bestowing luck.
As the name suggests, it was about transferring luck to someone else.
Heaven and earth’s luck formed their own cycles; where there was gain, there was loss.
Fortunately, with the talisman as a medium, the luck sent out would only be temporary.
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