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Su Jiu'er suddenly fainted, and Lin Yuan hurriedly helped her onto the sofa.
The girl looked delicate and fragile, yet surprisingly heavy. As Lin Yuan supported her, he couldn't help but scrutinize Su Jiu'er. Her exquisite features and fair skin radiated a certain aura even in her unconscious state, making him marvel at the wonders of creation.
In the middle of the night, a beautiful girl fainted at his doorstep and claimed she needed help...
Lin Yuan's mind raced with countless dramatic scenarios—what if it was a scam, or an attempt to extort money, or worse? The thoughts were more entertaining than the comments during his live streams.
"Cough, cough," Lin Yuan quickly shook his head to dispel those unrealistic ideas. "This isn't the time for such thoughts; saving her is the priority!"
He pinched Su Jiu'er’s pressure point and felt her forehead; it was cool to the touch, like ice. "Could she be sick?" A chill ran down Lin Yuan's spine. If something happened to her, he wouldn't be able to handle it.
He hurriedly poured a glass of warm water, trying to get Su Jiu'er to drink. But her lips were tightly sealed, her jaw clenched like a clam, making it impossible to feed her.
Lin Yuan was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, scratching his head in frustration. "What should I do? I can't perform mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, can I? Although... she is indeed beautiful, but this situation... seems inappropriate?" His mind was in turmoil as two little figures battled within him.
Just then, Su Jiu'er’s eyelids fluttered slightly before she slowly opened her eyes.
"Are you... okay?" Lin Yuan sighed in relief, feeling as if he had just completed a marathon.
Su Jiu'er’s gaze was somewhat dazed; she seemed not fully awake, like a kitten just roused from sleep. "I... I'm fine..." she said weakly. "Just... a bit tired..."
Only then did Lin Yuan relax and plop down onto the sofa, feeling his back drenched in sweat. "What brings you here in the middle of the night?" he asked, his tone laced with curiosity and a hint of complaint.
Su Jiu'er took a deep breath, her eyes gradually regaining clarity, shining like pearls that had been dusted off. "I need your help..." She repeated what she had said earlier. "I need you to help me find... Longma..."
"Longma?" Lin Yuan was baffled, feeling as if he were hearing something incomprehensible. "What Longma? Are you talking about the one related to feng shui? Or... something else?"
Su Jiu'er sat up straight and looked at Lin Yuan earnestly, her eyes filled with anticipation. "Do you believe that Lingqi exists in this world?"
"Lingqi?" Lin Yuan paused for a moment before bursting into laughter as if he had heard a hilarious joke. "Are you kidding me? It's 2042! Who still believes in that? Why don't you say you can fly too?"
Su Jiu'er ignored Lin Yuan's mocking and continued, "Lingqi is real. It is a special kind of energy that can be used for cultivation..."
Seeing Su Jiu'er’s serious expression, Lin Yuan felt a flicker of doubt. Could it be that this girl wasn't joking? Was there really such a thing as a Cultivator in this world?
"What about the Longma..." Lin Yuan asked tentatively, his tone laced with curiosity and skepticism.
"Longma is the gathering place of Lingqi, the holy land of Cultivators..." Su Jiu'er explained. "I need to find Longma in order to..." She paused, not finishing her thought, as if she had something difficult to say.
Lin Yuan's curiosity was thoroughly piqued, like a cat being scratched behind the ears. "In order to what?" he pressed, eager to uncover the secrets hidden within Su Jiu'er.
Su Jiu'er hesitated for a moment but ultimately chose not to reveal more. "I can't tell you just yet..." she said, her tone mysterious. "Once you come with me, you'll understand..."
Lin Yuan felt even more puzzled. What was this girl hiding?
Just then, Lin Yuan's phone rang, breaking the slightly awkward atmosphere in the room.
He picked it up and saw an unfamiliar number. "Hello, who is this?" Lin Yuan answered.
"Is this Lin Yuan, Lin Master?" A flattering voice came from the other end, sending shivers down Lin Yuan's spine.
"Yes, it's me. Who are you?" Lin Yuan asked, trying to guess the caller's identity.
"I'm your fan! Lin Master, I've been following your Live Stream for a long time and have always admired your ability to perceive energy..." The caller spoke enthusiastically, their tone filled with admiration.
Lin Yuan felt a stir of interest. Could this be some cultivation enthusiast? "What do you want?" he asked straightforwardly.
"Well, Lin Master, I heard there's a secret Cultivator gathering tonight. I was wondering if you'd be interested in attending?" The caller asked cautiously, as if afraid of being rejected.
A Cultivator gathering? Lin Yuan glanced at Su Jiu'er and suddenly had a bold idea. This might be a great opportunity to learn about the world of cultivation!
"Sure, where?" Lin Yuan asked, a hint of excitement in his voice.
"At the abandoned factory in Jiangnan District, ten o'clock tonight..."
Lin Yuan hung up the phone and looked at Su Jiu'er. "What do you think? Should we go check it out together?"
Su Jiu'er nodded, a glimmer of anticipation flashing in her eyes.
At ten o'clock that night, Lin Yuan and Su Jiu'er arrived at the abandoned factory. The place was brightly lit and bustling with noise, filled with all sorts of Cultivators, resembling a bizarre cosplay convention.
Lin Yuan glanced around and quickly realized that most of these "Cultivators" were nothing but charlatans, putting on a show and deceiving others—truly an eyesore.
Just then, a man in a wrinkled robe with a scruffy goatee staggered onto the stage. "Fellow Daoists, I am Zhang San, a senior master of cultivation..."
Lin Yuan saw right through Zhang San's facade; this guy was nothing but a fraud! With such acting skills, he was worse than those dramatic streamers in his live broadcasts.
As he was about to expose Zhang San's scam, he suddenly felt someone staring at him from behind, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows.
He turned around to see a burly man with sharp eyes coldly watching him. This man exuded a powerful Lingqi, clearly a genuine Cultivator.
Lin Yuan's heart sank; it seemed tonight's gathering was not going to be simple...
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