Wait, How Did My Virtual Girlfriend Cultivate into a Sword Immortal?-Chapter 14 - : Mirage?

Concurrent fractures are a common symptom among bone cancer patients. The destruction of bone tissue by cancer cells causes the bones to become soft and brittle, making fractures highly likely. This eventually happened to Chen Huaian as well.

After enduring so much pain, it had become somewhat numbing. The physical pain was still within bearable limits, and the psychological pain was nothing in comparison. Chen Huaian believed nothing could hurt him more than the death of his parents in a fire years ago.

So, amidst the concerned gazes and inquiries from the surrounding tourists, Chen Huaian calmly adjusted his camera and said to Zhang Rui, who was supporting him, "Buddy, do me a favor and open my backpack."

"Wait, man, shouldn't we call an ambulance first? Why are you worrying about your backpack?" Zhang Rui had never seen anyone like Chen Huaian, who acted as if the fractured and deformed leg wasn't his own.

"Even if you call an ambulance, it won't make it up here. Just open my backpack, I have a plan."

Skeptical, Zhang Rui took off the backpack, unzipped it, and handed it to Chen Huaian. Chen Huaian pulled out a bag and then extracted a folding crutch.

Zhang Rui: "..."

Other tourists: "???"

Wait, buddy, is this your plan? We thought you had some kind of painkiller or something...

"Alright, let's keep going!" Chen Huaian expertly propped himself up with the crutch. The probability of fractures in bone cancer patients was high, so he had often used crutches even before the fracture, just in case. Now that the fracture had happened, it felt like a twisted kiss from fate.

The viewers in the live stream silently gave likes and sent gifts, some urging the streamer to descend the mountain. No one questioned the authenticity of Chen Huaian's illness anymore, or rather, they no longer cared about what illness he had. They only cared whether this determined man could achieve his goal.

The bent right leg seemed like the oppression of fate, a mockery from death itself. And the crutch in Chen Huaian's hand was like a middle finger raised to both death and fate. They didn't want him to reach the summit, even crippling his leg, but he was determined to make it.

The tourists watched in awe as the figure slowly and painfully inched forward. This young man's determination surely stemmed from some grand ambition.

"Charge! I'm almost there! Just 9,000 more in sponsorship money, and I can go all out on the lottery pool!!!" Chen Huaian gritted his teeth, his face twisting into a grimace as he counted the decreasing steps. "The Primordial Heaven-Repairing Pill! Hehehe! Just a mere Primordial Heaven-Repairing Pill!"

The tourists around him felt even more respect. Look at how much pain this guy is in! His face is all contorted!

At the summit of Mount Tai.

As Chen Huaian's trembling leg landed on the final step, a faint, immature light pierced through the layers of clouds, spreading from the dim horizon and gently brushing over his head.

A flock of birds flew through the light.

The sound of a bell echoed through the distant mountains.

In the next moment, the sun burst forth from the horizon, its rays spreading across the sky, illuminating the entire world.

Chen Huaian's eyes widened, his heart trembling. The tourists around him fell silent. Everyone watched in awe as the faint outlines of the mountains were gilded with gold.

Suddenly.

"Bow—!!!"

A voice, seemingly from nowhere, rang out.

The sunlight rippled strangely, like water being stirred, creating layers of ripples.

Within the ripples, an ancient procession appeared, flickering in and out of the light. At the forefront was a figure of majestic stature, dressed in a black dragon robe, wearing a crown, and carrying a sword. Behind him followed civil and military officials, the civil officials holding ceremonial tablets, the military officials clad in black armor, and servants carrying ritual objects. They walked on clouds, their feet stepping on bricks and tiles that materialized beneath them, moving step by step toward the summit of Mount Tai.

"Holy crap, what is this?"

"A mirage?"

"Wait, is someone filming a movie here?"

The tourists stared in shock. The procession was still far away, and they could still discuss it. But in the next moment, the procession crossed miles in an instant, appearing right before them. The summit of Mount Tai fell silent. No one spoke. Something oppressive weighed on them, rendering them motionless and speechless.

Chen Huaian stood frozen, watching the majestic emperor approach.

He couldn't see the emperor's face clearly, only feeling something blurring his vision.

The procession passed through the crowd of tourists, ethereal and intangible, like smoke or mist.

They walked straight ahead, as if they were a scene from another time, appearing through the long river of history, gazing at each other but not interfering.

At first, Chen Huaian thought so.

Until the emperor reached him.

Just before passing through his body, the emperor slightly nodded, his eyes lowering, golden vertical pupils locking onto Chen Huaian's gaze.

Chen Huaian's scalp tingled. He swore the emperor was looking directly at him, not by chance!

He could even feel the scrutiny in the emperor's eyes!

But the gaze lasted only a moment.

The emperor passed through Chen Huaian's body, and with his procession, gradually disappeared into the mist of Mount Tai's summit.

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The mirage at Mount Tai's summit sparked heated discussions online, quickly rising to the top of the trending list.

Experts analyzed that it was the procession of the First Emperor.

The mirage depicted the scene of the First Emperor's ceremonial ascent of Mount Tai.

As for why such a distant historical event would be refracted into the present, the experts hadn't yet come up with a better explanation.

But as Confucius said, one should not speak of strange forces or chaotic spirits. The final explanation would undoubtedly be very scientific.

Chen Huaian didn't pay attention to the online uproar, nor did he dwell on the fact that the mirage had glanced at him. As a staunch materialist, if someone told him there was a female ghost in his house, he would immediately go to the supermarket to buy a box of Okamoto 001.

Not for anything else, just to contribute a bit to the diversity of species.

The level 57 big spender kept his promise, and 66 "Drumming Dragon City" gifts had already been credited to his account. The big spender thanked Chen Huaian for letting him witness a once-in-a-lifetime mirage, saying that this experience alone was worth the money he spent.

He also promised to support Chen Huaian's future activities.

Chen Huaian was thrilled. He loved this kind of true fan.

With the live stream mission accomplished and his phone battery nearly dead, he briefly said goodbye and ended the stream.

"Bro, how are you planning to get down? By cable car or sedan chair?"

After this incident, Zhang Rui was in complete awe of Chen Huaian.

Before, he didn't believe there were people who could be called exceptional.

Now he did. In his mind, Chen Huaian was already at the level of a superhuman.

"Of course, by cable car," Chen Huaian replied.

Nowadays, many college students came to Mount Tai to work as climbing companions, and some even carried sedan chairs to take people down the mountain.

He chose the cable car because it was cheap and fast. He needed to get down quickly to recharge his phone and check on his virtual girlfriend.

With 120,000 yuan already in his account, although this kind of live streaming was exhausting, it showed him a way to make money. However, his illness was hard to treat. Amputation was inevitable, and even after that, the survival rate was low. The doctor who issued his critical condition notice didn't say it outright, but from the lines, it seemed the cancer had already spread. Was it worth spending money to gamble on treatment? Should he work hard to earn money for chemotherapy and take the risk? Or should he just live happily in the present?

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As Chen Huaian pondered this, supported by Zhang Rui and a few other fans, he arrived at the cable car station.

The cable car ticket booth was packed, with not only local tourists but also many foreigners.

"FUCK!"

A curse rang out from the crowd.

It was a foreigner who had cut in line and was hit on the shoulder by a stray stone.

"Serves you right! Should've waited in line properly!" Zhang Rui and the others smirked.

Soon, it was Chen Huaian's turn to board the cable car.

This cable car could accommodate eight people at once.

As Zhang Rui helped Chen Huaian toward the car, they noticed a few men inside, covered in dragon and tiger tattoos, who didn't look like the friendly type.

"Bro, are we still getting on?" Zhang Rui hesitated, glancing at Chen Huaian.

"Of course," Chen Huaian replied nonchalantly.

Just because these guys looked rough didn't mean they were bad people. Maybe they just liked having some animals painted on their bodies.

You can't judge a book by its cover, after all.

But at that moment.

Snap—the string holding his protective charm broke, and the charm fell to the ground.

Chen Huaian paused, then bent down to pick it up.

His movements were slow, and the men in the cable car started hurling insults, urging him to hurry.

Suddenly,

Boom—!!!

The entire Mount Tai shook violently.

As Chen Huaian grabbed the charm, he was thrown to the ground, rolling all the way into the ticket booth.

"Holy crap!!!"

"Get out of the way!"

He rolled, grimacing in pain, as debris from the ceiling rained down.

"Ah—! Falling rocks!"

Amidst the chaos, someone shouted, and the crowd screamed.

A deafening crash followed,

And the sound of the cable car's glass shattering.

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