117: Chapter 117 Guaranteed Reward Triggered! Obtained: Tai Xuan Qi Guiding Technique!

The large wheel on the blue light screen began to spin frantically.

The golden needle swept rapidly across the various sections.

Su Yun stared at the wheel, feeling somewhat nervous.

This was his hard-earned money, earned with blood and sweat.

The speed of the wheel gradually slowed down.

The needle stopped on a white area.

[Ding! Thank you for participating.]

Su Yun rolled his eyes.

What a scam.

The wheel continued to spin.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Strength Attribute Point +0.1.]

[Ding! Thank you for participating.]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining: 10 days of lifespan.]

[Ding! Thank you for participating.]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Spirit Attribute Point +0.1.]

[Ding! Thank you for participating.]

[Ding! Thank you for participating.]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining: 10 days of lifespan.]

The sequence of nine draws came to an end.

Su Yun's face turned dark.

For a thousand merit points, he had only pulled 0.2 attribute points and 20 days of life.

This is a damn fraud!

Only the final pity pull remained.

If it spat out more of this trash, he would definitely dismantle this broken system.

The wheel spun for the last time.

The speed was agonizingly slow.

The needle passed over a large white area, skipped the blue item zone, and finally came to a steady halt on a slot emitting a faint purple light.

A hit!

Su Yun's eyes lit up.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for triggering the pity mechanism!]

[Obtained High-Quality Item: "Tai Xuan Qi Induction Mantra" (Introductory Chapter).]

An ancient thread-bound book appeared out of thin air in Su Yun's hands.

The pages were yellowed, with five large traditional characters written on the cover.

Tai Xuan Qi Induction Mantra.

Holding the book, Su Yun quickly checked the detailed description provided by the system.

[Item Name: Tai Xuan Qi Induction Mantra (Introductory Chapter)]

[Grade: Foundational Cultivation Technique]

[Effect: Draws the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the body to cleanse the marrow and strengthen the physique. Cultivating it to the Minor Success stage can extend life and ensure freedom from all diseases. Cultivating it to the Great Success stage allows one to condense Qi into a protective aura, making the body invulnerable to blades and spears.]

[Note: This is the most basic Qi induction method from the ancient cultivation world. Although it is only an introductory piece, in this current dharma-ending age where spiritual energy is depleted, this technique is priceless. When paired with the host's current merit points and Ghost Valley Medical Arts, it can significantly accelerate the healing process of pancreatic cancer.]

As Su Yun read this note, his breathing immediately became rapid.

A cultivation technique!

Even if it was just the most basic introductory chapter, it was still a cultivation technique!

This world was a purely modern society; even ancient martial arts masters were extremely rare.

If he practiced this, wouldn't it be like a dimensional strike against everyone else?

More importantly, this technique could cure diseases!

Freedom from all diseases!

These words struck Su Yun's weakest point.

If he could completely eradicate this damn cancer through cultivation, he could truly live on.

Su Yun held the yellowed ancient book and rubbed his hands together vigorously.

"System, how do I use this? Do I just eat it?"

[Ding! The host only needs to press the technique to his forehead and silently think 'Learn'.]

Su Yun did as instructed.

He pressed the pages against his forehead.

"Learn."

The thick ancient book instantly transformed into a streak of purple light and bored into the space between his eyebrows.

A massive amount of information surged directly into Su Yun's mind.

The pathways of the meridians, the frequency of breathing, the method of inducing Qi...

All sorts of profound knowledge were automatically digested and absorbed in his brain.

Su Yun closed his eyes and, following the method in his mind, sat cross-legged on his office chair.

He adjusted his breathing and tried to sense the surrounding air.

Ten minutes passed.

Half an hour passed.

Su Yun opened his eyes, his brow furrowed into a knot.

He felt nothing at all.

Forget spiritual energy; he didn't even feel a fart.

"System, are you selling fake goods?"

Su Yun cursed inwardly.

"What happened to drawing Qi into the body? My legs are numb from sitting!"

[Ding! System Note: The current world is in the dharma-ending age, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is extremely thin. If the host wishes to induce Qi into the body, he needs to find special terrain where spiritual energy is relatively abundant or use items containing spiritual energy to assist in cultivation.]

Su Yun curled his lip.

Special terrain?

In this city of steel and concrete, where would one find special terrain?

As for items containing spiritual energy, they were likely those ancient antiques, jade pieces, or wild medicinal herbs.

Every single one of those things cost a fortune.

Although he had some money in his card now, it wouldn't even be enough if he spent it all on antiques.

Su Yun stood up and stretched his numb legs.

It seemed the path of cultivation was a long and arduous one.

It was better to honestly start livestreaming; earning merit points was the way to go.

...

The next day.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, shining on Su Yun's face.

Su Yun frowned, reached out to fumble around on the nightstand, and grabbed his phone to check the time.

Nine o'clock in the morning.

For a 'cultivator' who stayed up late livestreaming last night, waking up at this hour was practically shortening his life.

But he couldn't sleep anymore.

It wasn't because of that Tai Xuan Qi Induction Mantra that showed no results no matter how he practiced, but because of the non-stop bombardment of bank notification texts on his phone.

"Your savings account ending in 8888 has received a deposit of 12,580,000.00 RMB. Current balance..."

Su Yun rubbed his bleary eyes and counted that long string of zeros three times.

Over twelve million.

This was the earnings from last night's livestream.

Although a large portion of this money came from the traffic brought by that old professor seeking a cornea and the gifts from that 'Transcending Tribulation Here' who wanted immortality.

But this money felt like a hot potato.

Su Yun sat cross-legged on the bed, scratching his messy hair.

Given the system's nature, if he pocketed all this money for himself to squander, the karmic retribution would definitely be more than he could handle.

After all, he earned this money by leaking heavenly secrets.

"System, if I keep one million to improve my life and donate the rest, how many merit points can I get?"

Su Yun asked in his mind.

The system ignored him.

It seemed this thing was only responsible for issuing tasks and settlements, not for being a calculator.

Su Yun sighed and threw off the covers to get out of bed.

While washing up, he looked at himself in the mirror.

Although his body had been strengthened by the system, the tumor in his brain was still there—a ticking time bomb.

He had to get more merit points.

"Donating is a skill."

Su Yun muttered indistinctly while brushing his teeth.

In his previous donations, he had directly transferred money to several official organizations that seemed relatively reliable.

But recently, when he was bored, he had used Tianji Divine Calculation to take a peek.

Good grief.

The faces of some of those in charge of the organizations were glowing with health, having skimmed off plenty of 'oil'.

While the bulk indeed went to charity, the portion intercepted in the middle was enough to make Su Yun feel disgusted for a long time.

That was money he had traded his life for; why should he let those parasites buy luxury cars and keep mistresses?

Pah.

Su Yun spat out the foam in his mouth.

Since other people's channels weren't clean, he would do it himself.

He would set up a charitable Foundation in his own name, making the destination of every cent public and transparent, directly connecting with those in need.

It might be more troublesome, but at least it was clean.

Moreover, direct aid should yield even more merit points.

Having made up his mind, Su Yun's mood improved considerably.

He changed into loose loungewear and was about to go downstairs to find some breakfast to appease his stomach.

His phone suddenly rang.

It was an unfamiliar local number.

Su Yun raised an eyebrow.

Not many people knew his private number, aside from that loudmouth Lei Dapao and a few unlucky souls he had saved.

He answered.

"Hello, who is this?"

A middle-aged male voice that sounded quite bureaucratic came from the other end.

"Is this Mr. Su, Su Yun?"

"It is," Su Yun said, walking into the kitchen and taking a bottle of soda water from the fridge. "Speak if you have business; otherwise, I'm hanging up. I'm busy."

The other party clearly hadn't expected Su Yun to be so blunt. His tone paused for a moment, but he quickly regained that high-and-mighty air.

"Mr. Su truly is a busy man with a short memory."

"Let me introduce myself. I am the head of the Jiangcheng branch of the Red Heart Charity Association. My name is Zhao Yicheng."