Chapter 21
“Zeh, then I can just teach Li Qingran this sword technique, right?” He closed the page and dragged the **Qinglian Sword Classic** towards Li Qingran.
**You cannot directly teach Li Qingran the *Qinglian Sword Classic*. Please first cultivate the 36 chapters of the *Qinglian Sword Classic* to the *Initial Insight* level to unlock the ability to teach the sword techniques!**
“What the hell!?”
Chen Huai'an was going crazy.
What kind of game is this, so rigid?
In the upper right corner of the pop-up window, there was a circled question mark.
He clicked on it, treating it like a last-ditch effort:
**Help: The original intention of this game is to provide players with the most authentic development experience. Players can provide resources and various assistance to their electronic girlfriend, and can also become her guide and emotional support. However, to better teach your electronic girlfriend, players must strive to improve themselves!**
After reading this reminder, Chen Huai'an fell silent.
The reason he had no interest in watching others play games before was not just because he thought games were money pits, but also because he felt no sense of immersion. No matter how good your aim was, you weren’t the first assault trooper charging into A University; no matter how skilled you were at jungling, you weren’t the king of the wilds.
Games and reality were ultimately disconnected.
But this electronic girlfriend game seemed to be playing with something new.
It was innovative, but also likely to crash and burn in today’s gaming industry.
Yet, Chen Huai'an had to admit.
He was intrigued.
The sense of accomplishment from personally teaching an electronic girlfriend.
Learning first, then guiding that naive girl, watching her overcome one challenge after another with the sword techniques he taught her, defeating enemy after enemy...
Isn’t that the very immersion that modern games lack?
Sure, it was a money sink, and very hardcore.
But he loved games like this.
Chen Huai'an reopened the learning page for the **Qinglian Sword Classic**.
He set his phone on the live-streaming stand and took a deep breath. “Alright, for the sake of teaching Li Qingran an unparalleled sword technique, let them mock me! They can’t see me anyway.”
No sword? Use a clothes drying pole instead.
Chen Huai'an found the text and image descriptions quite simple.
But actually doing it was anything but easy.
First, the sword had to remain steady. In the past, he would shake when holding a bottle of water, but today, for some reason, his hands were steady as a rock. However, he also had to ensure two perpendicular points: the sword had to be parallel to the ground and to his arm, while also being parallel to his body.
Doing this action for a short time was fine.
But after less than two minutes, his arms began to ache.
Even worse, Chen Huai'an discovered that after sweating profusely for half an hour with the clothes pole, the progress for the first chapter of the sword technique, *Initial Insight*, had only moved by one percent!
But he was remarkably persistent.
Chen Huai'an stubbornly held on for an hour.
He only stopped when his back was drenched in sweat.
“Damn it, I can’t take it anymore; I’m falling apart.” He shivered as he set down the clothes pole and stretched his stiff body.
It was already late, almost midnight, but he hadn’t done his laundry or taken a shower, and he was radiating a sour smell.
“If I treat this training as a workout, it’s not so bad.”
Chen Huai'an rubbed his sore arms, not ready to give up. He planned to rest first and continue practicing in the morning.
Just then.
Suddenly, there was a loud ‘thud’ at the door.
It sounded like something had crashed into it.
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**Chapter 22: You Are Fated to Meet Me!**
He opened the door, but there was no one outside.
Chen Huai'an was speechless, thinking to himself, “Please don’t let it be another delivery from the game company.”
He instinctively looked down.
There, huddled by the door, was a little black ball of fluff.
He could vaguely see its eyes, nose, and ears.
It was a kitten.
“If I remember correctly, I’m staying in a chain hotel.” Chen Huai'an glanced down the long corridor, lost in thought.
How did a kitten get into a chain hotel?
He crouched down and poked the little ball of fluff. It didn’t react, just shivered all over. So, he picked it up by the scruff of its neck, and now he could see clearly: this kitten had a white patch on its face, commonly known as a “muscle cat,” and its hind legs were a bloody mess, with wounds on its back as well.
His room was at the end of the corridor by the window, and the window was wide open.
He also noticed a small patch of blood on the door, a place the kitten could never reach, and there were a few feathers from a raptor near the window.
This kitten was definitely not normal! Chen Huai'an squinted, realizing this was no simple matter.
He thought carefully, and a light bulb went off in his head; he already had the answer:
“Alright, case solved! A big bird crashed into the window and dropped its prey at my door, then got scared and flew off, leaving the prey behind.”
What a sharp mind!
Chen Huai'an felt that his cancer cells had surely activated his potential.
“Little one, you are fated to meet me.”
He brought the kitten inside.
If he left it alone, it would surely die.
As a hotel guest, even if he planned to stay for a long time, keeping pets was not allowed. But Chen Huai'an thought, since he was terminally ill, why bother with the rules?
The kitten was temporarily placed in a shoebox.
At this hour, going to a pet hospital was out of the question.
Most pet hospitals were already closed near midnight, and his location was quite remote; going to a 24-hour pet hospital would take an hour and a half to get to the city.
He felt the kitten wouldn’t last that long.
Because in the few seconds he spent searching for a pet hospital, blood had already soaked into the shoebox.
“Little one, since conventional methods will surely lead to your demise, today I can only take a gamble. If you’re meant to survive, grow up well and don’t get caught by big birds again. If your fate is sealed, then don’t blame me.”
Chen Huai'an pressed his palms together and bowed to the kitten.
Then he took out a set of silver needles he had bought earlier.
He had originally planned to give himself a shot every day to see if it would help his leg heal faster, and then consider whether to treat others. Today, since a kitten had arrived, he thought he might as well give it a try.
Chen Huai'an picked up a silver needle, and the moment his gaze fell on the kitten, an acupuncture point map naturally unfolded in his mind.
The acupuncture points for cats were different from those for humans.
Chen Huai'an didn’t know how he knew this.
Perhaps this was what potential meant.
The *Spring Needle* was primarily used for stopping bleeding, promoting blood circulation, and aiding wound healing. The upgrade condition was to perform a thousand needle insertions or recharge 998 to upgrade to *Open Meridian Needle* lv2.
He quickly inserted the needle according to the illuminated sequence on the acupuncture point map, completing it in one go.
The kitten soon showed encouraging changes.
The most noticeable effect was the cessation of bleeding; the wounds had stopped oozing blood. The wound on its back was the clearest, now covered by a layer of blood membrane, which hadn’t been there before the needles were applied.
“Wow… this acupuncture effect is pretty intense…”
Chen Huai'an stroked his chin, deep in thought.
He didn’t understand traditional Chinese medicine, but he always held a respectful attitude towards its mysteries.
So now the question was, was it his skill or the techniques he learned from that game that were so effective?
He found it hard to tell.
For the kitten, he could only do so much; now it was up to its will to survive.
He turned and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.
However, as he stepped into the shower, he didn’t notice the black dragon that had appeared behind him, its claws bared and ready to strike. This black dragon was like smoke and mist, flickering in and out of existence, as if caught between being and non-being, with only its imposing eyes, deep and foreboding, instilling fear.
…
In the shoebox, the little black kitten struggled to turn over.
Its mouth moved slightly, making a ‘crunching’ sound, as a pale bone fragment became visible in its mouth.
…
Song Jiaojiao was dead.
Mu Baishuang learned this from Song Jiaojiao’s partner, Yang Botao.
“How did Song Jiaojiao die?”
Faced with Mu Baishuang’s questioning, Yang Botao’s face turned pale. “I don’t know. I just sent her to kill that bastard Li Qingran, and after that, she never came back. She left a soul lamp with me, and when I just returned to my cave to get some spirit stones, I found the soul lamp had gone out.”
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