Lu Qing never expected that Grandma would open with such a bombshell.
Bai Xing was equally caught off guard. Despite the tubes still attached to her body and the oxygen tank nearby, ready for use, Grandma managed to utter something so unexpected the moment she opened her eyes.
At that moment, the elderly woman leaned against the bed, her kind expression pale and weary. Yet, from the concern in her eyes, it was clear she cared deeply about the conversation the two had just had—
Could it be that this young man doesn’t want my granddaughter anymore?
Is he refusing to go on a trip with Xing’er? Did he reject her?
He looks like a decent young man, not some uncultured ruffian. Could he have someone else outside?
I’ve heard young people these days are quite liberal, much more so than in my day. Could Xing’er end up getting hurt?
No, I have to help her.
“…Grandma, when did you wake up?”
Bai Xing immediately pulled Lu Qing over.
“Just now, just now.”
The old woman’s gaze never left Lu Qing, scrutinizing his appearance with satisfaction.
“Hello, Grandma. My name is Lu Qing. I’m Bai Xing’s… boyfriend. How are you feeling? Are you doing okay?”
“Ah, yes, yes. Just a bit worried.”
The old woman hinted, “You see, Xing’er finally found such a sensible young man. How could she not hold onto him?”
“Huh?”
“Sigh, young man, let me tell you, Xing’er has never suffered any hardships. I’ve always protected her well; no one has ever bullied her. In the future, if she ever acts up or throws a tantrum, just tell me. While I still have breath in me, I’ll help you keep her in line.”
The old woman struggled to sit up straighter, her gaze fixed on Lu Qing, making him feel the weight of her expectations.
“…Alright, alright. I understand, Grandma.”
In this situation, he couldn’t say anything that might spoil the mood. After all, Doctor Qi once said— “Illness stems from the heart.” Any ailment arises from the heart, and “all diseases are born from emotional turmoil.”
Once a person’s emotions are disturbed, the heart’s fire can affect the internal organs, leading to various symptoms.
To Lu Qing, this was undoubtedly one of life’s truths.
Even in Western medicine, doctors often emphasize staying positive and avoiding constant gloom, as low spirits can weigh heavily on one’s mental health.
Therefore, Lu Qing couldn’t possibly say anything discouraging during Grandma’s chemotherapy, lest she feel down or regretful.
But this worked out perfectly for Bai Xing—
“Hey, my grandma’s asking you—when are we getting married?”
“???”
Lu Qing’s eyes widened as he turned to look at the mischievous little imp beside him. He hadn’t expected her to “take advantage of the situation,” using his kindness to deliver a critical blow!
How many times had she pulled this trick?
Lu Qing couldn’t say for sure, but he couldn’t let her get away with playing the tyrant by his side.
He subtly reached behind her, lightly tapping her bottom through her dress, and shot her a sideways glance that clearly said, “Just wait till we get home; I’ll teach you a lesson you won’t forget.”
But outwardly, he smiled and said to Grandma,
“After we graduate.”
“!”
“Once we’ve settled into stable jobs and have steady income, we’ll consider it.”
Hearing this, Bai Xing was stunned.
Grandma’s face lit up with joy.
Her aged face bloomed like a chrysanthemum—
“Good! Very good, Xiao Lu. With your words, this old woman can rest easy, truly rest easy.”
She reached out her left arm, her thin, withered hand fumbling into the pocket of her hospital gown. From it, she pulled out an ancient-looking Guanyin jade pendant, strung on a red cord. She held it in her palm and offered it to Lu Qing—
“Xiao Lu, Grandma doesn’t have anything of great value. This Guanyin was something I obtained from a temple when I was just a teenager. It’s been over sixty years now. In Buddhism, the older something is, the more spiritual power it holds. This pendant had been nurtured by a previous master for decades before it came to me. Xiao Lu, today I’m giving it to you, hoping that the family Buddha will protect you and Xing’er, guiding you both to a peaceful and prosperous life together as you walk through the latter half of your journey.”
“Grandma, this…!”
Lu Qing never imagined that his perfunctory response would earn him such a sincere blessing from Grandma,
and even the offering of a family heirloom. It left him in a dilemma.
“This is too precious, Grandma. I… I can’t…”
“Hush, don’t say anything unlucky. Xiao Lu, in Buddhism, there’s a cycle of reincarnation. There’s no such thing as too precious or not. By placing it in your hands, you and Xing’er will live well, year after year, in peace and safety. This is a good thing, a very good thing. So, just accept it.”
The old woman smiled kindly, handing over what might be the most important and valuable family heirloom of her life.
“…”
The cool texture of the jade was unmistakable.
But this seemingly light object now felt as heavy as a mountain in Lu Qing’s hands.
Staring at the image of Guanyin, he felt the weight of responsibility pressing down on him.
At this moment, there was no turning back.
Bai Xing stood beside him, not daring to speak.
She knew that her relationship with her senior was nothing more than her one-sided pursuit and their mutual benefits.
It wasn’t a solidified, committed relationship.
Yet today, her senior had kindly accompanied her to the hospital, only to be given a family heirloom by Grandma, effectively sealing their future “marriage”…
The moment he accepted the Guanyin, his earlier words of convenience became…
irrevocable.
There was no way back.
—「The act had to become real.」
“…”
Lu Qing stood still, gazing at the Guanyin in his palm.
A strange sense of déjà vu washed over him.
【Where have I seen this before?】
【Where exactly have I encountered Grandma’s family Buddha?】
【It’s so familiar.】
【Too familiar.】
Lu Qing racked his brain.
Searching his memories for any trace of its existence.
One breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
The old woman watched him, holding her breath.
Bai Xing waited for his answer, her eyes fixed on him.
Until—
After pondering for over fifty seconds, he took a deep breath.
Suddenly, he looked up and smiled at them.
“Alright, I’ll accept it.”
“!”
“Grandma, I’ll take good care of it.”
Lu Qing carefully wrapped the Guanyin’s red cord around his left wrist and tucked it into his sleeve—
Under their astonished gazes,
he sighed inwardly:
【So, is this how you’re inspiring me?】
【So, you really do exist.】
…
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ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
