Li Qingyun was a soon-to-be university student who had just graduated from high school. His college entrance examination scores were excellent, and he had already received his admission letter to a prestigious university in the capital.
However, perhaps fate was envious of his talent. At a young age, he was diagnosed with terminal cancer.
For Li Qingyun's family, this was like a bolt from the blue.
His family wasn't poor; before his cancer diagnosis, their living standards had been quite comfortable.
But advanced cancer was enough to bring down an entire family.
His parents were constantly borrowing money everywhere to cover his exorbitant medical expenses, and the once harmonious family was plagued by daily arguments because of him.
It was rumored that his parents had already managed to raise the funds needed for his chemotherapy.
Li Qingyun, however, no longer wished to live. He knew that chemotherapy was a painful process that offered no cure, and his existence was merely a burden to his family.
He had even prepared his suicide note, which he had secretly hidden under his pillow.
Beneath his pillow, he had also stashed a large quantity of sleeping pills, enough to ensure he would never wake up.
Looking at the chirping sparrows outside the window, Li Qingyun wiped away the tears that had unintentionally streamed down his face.
"If I could live, who would want to leave?"
While lost in his melancholy, the space in front of him suddenly shimmered, and a book fell before him.
Li Qingyun: "!!!"
"I probably won't live much longer; I'm even seeing hallucinations. Alas, I suppose I need more rest."
After murmuring to himself for a while, Li Qingyun lay back down on the hospital bed.
"Huh? That's not right? Why does it feel like something is pressing on my leg?"
He sat up abruptly, his eyes wide with disbelief.
There was indeed a strange book in front of him, the one that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere!
Li Qingyun's hands trembled slightly as he tentatively reached for the book that had fallen upon him.
Seeing the three large characters on its cover, his heart began to pound!
"Qing Mu Jue!"
He recalled watching a streamer named "Immortal Brother" on a live streaming platform, promoting his cultivation techniques.
Since Li Qingyun had already resigned himself to death, he thought he might as well see what this cultivation technique was all about.
Furthermore, when science could no longer save him, he decided to try his luck with the supernatural.
So, he made a payment in that livestream, becoming what others called a "sucker."
He never expected that this cultivation technique called "Qing Mu Jue" would actually appear before him, and in such a... mystical manner!
"This isn't magic anymore, is it? Even a magician couldn't do this."
With a sense of trepidation, Li Qingyun opened the book.
Instantly, the "Qing Mu Jue" emitted a vibrant green light, symbolizing vitality, and then vanished from his hands.
Li Qingyun was stunned. He discovered that his mind was now filled with new memories – the cultivation methods of the "Qing Mu Jue" had suddenly appeared in his head!
He looked at his empty hands with a slight tremor. The memories that had suddenly appeared in his mind told him that this was absolutely not a hallucination!
"It's really a cultivation technique! That streamer didn't lie to me! Can I be saved?"
As quick as a flash, he immediately sat cross-legged, took a deep breath, and began to circulate the "Qing Mu Jue."
He discovered that his restless heart gradually began to calm down.
The meridians in his body started to circulate rhythmically, and he began to breathe in the spiritual energy.
He felt as though he had transformed into a sapling growing vigorously, with wisps of spiritual energy constantly flowing into his body, gradually forming a small vortex. The vortex continuously circulated, greedily absorbing the spiritual energy from the surroundings.
If anyone were to observe from the outside, they would see Li Qingyun emitting a faint green glow.
Cultivation is something that easily makes one lose track of time.
When Li Qingyun opened his eyes, it was already close to 4 AM. He had been cultivating for over six hours.
Although so much time had passed, it felt like mere moments.
Li Qingyun also clearly felt that the oppressive feeling in his chest had significantly eased.
The tumor that had been pressing on his lungs had also been greatly dispersed by the circulation of his wood-elemental spiritual energy.
Incredible, truly incredible!
He was now certain that if he continued to cultivate like this, the tumor in his lungs would completely disappear in no time!
"I... I can still live!"
"Right, Immortal Brother! He is my savior. I must thank him. Many people are scolding him, but I must clear his name!"
Unfortunately, at this hour, Chu Yang had not yet started his broadcast.
At six in the morning, Li Qingyun's parents rushed to visit him.
To raise money, the couple had to leave extremely early every day to earn as much as they could.
Both of them looked utterly exhausted.
But when they arrived at the ward, they found their son meditating!
Li Qingyun had just finished his cultivation and was absorbing the morning's spiritual energy.
"Xiao Yun, what are you doing?"
Li Qingyun opened his eyes and said with immense surprise, "Mom! I'm saved!"
"Saved? What do you mean?"
He had always been honest with his parents.
So, he recounted his experience of acquiring the "Qing Mu Jue" from Chu Yang's livestream and starting to cultivate it.
He had expected his parents to be happy upon hearing this news.
However, to his surprise, after listening to him, his parents quickly called for the doctor to examine Li Qingyun.
And they also requested a psychiatrist.
"You child, you're so old now, how can you still fall for such a scam?"
"That's right! Just lie down properly. Practicing cultivation like this, staying up all night, what if your condition worsens?"
Thus, amidst his parents' nagging, Li Qingyun, completely bewildered, underwent the doctor's examination.
This time, they re-examined the extent of Li Qingyun's cancer cell progression.
"Doctor Zhang, how is Xiao Yun?"
Li's mother asked with great concern.
Looking at the diagnostic report in his hand, Doctor Zhang furrowed his brow deeply.
"Tsk... Strange!"
"What is it? How is my Xiao Yun?"
Seeing Doctor Zhang's expression, Li Qingyun's parents became even more anxious.
"Oh, please don't worry, you two. Your son's condition seems to have undergone some miraculous changes. Not only has the tumor in his lungs stopped spreading, but it has also shrunk by one-fifth compared to before. Your son's constitution might be peculiar. We need further research for a definitive diagnosis, but currently, it's a good sign. Let's continue with the current medication and observe for a few more days before considering chemotherapy."
After speaking, Doctor Zhang continued to stare at the diagnostic report, his face filled with confusion as he left.
Li Qingyun's parents exchanged a look of shock.
"Dear, did I hear that correctly? Xiao Yun's tumor has shrunk?"
"This... could what he said about cultivation be true?"