"Dear netizens, we're giving away some goodies soon! If you win a lucky bag, please send us a private message and we'll send you a Xuanji Kung Fu manual."
Seeing the increasingly lively live stream, Jiang Wanwan decided to give away some freebies first.
I Love Wealth: "Host, are we going to sell some products?"
Crayon accidentally exclaimed: "I knew all this talk about cultivating immortality is a lie! Doesn't anyone care?"
Nongfu Spring (a brand of bottled water) says: "Netizens, the official announcement is out! Cultivating immortality is actually real! Let's go!"
Baishitongtong: "Host, what do you want to sell? Put it on the shelves! I'm not short of money!"
Listening to the rain by the window: "The guy upstairs, so generous!"
City A, Central Hospital.
In a special inpatient ward lives a melancholy and sullen young man—Mo Yan.
Mo Yan was only fifteen years old, but he had already undergone a major surgery.
He underwent surgery to remove a tumor from his spinal cord, but unfortunately, the tumor was not completely removed.
Now, the tumor has spread again, forcing Mo Yan to undergo a second surgery. However, after this surgery, his condition deteriorated rapidly, and he was no longer able to stand up.
At this moment, Mo Yan lay quietly on the hospital bed, his heart filled with despair and helplessness.
His legs lost all sensation due to spinal cord nerve damage, as if the whole world had drifted away from him.
He picked up his phone, preparing to record a final message before finding a secluded corner to end his life. He felt that this way, he could stop being a burden to his parents and spare them further suffering.
Mo Yan opened his phone and accidentally clicked on a link, entering a live stream room called "All People Cultivate Immortality".
At first, he thought it was just a live stream promoting a fantasy game, but after observing it closely, he discovered that the streamer was actually explaining the path to immortality, and the live stream had even been officially certified.
Mo Yan clicked on the lucky bag on the screen with some skepticism, not holding out much hope.
Unexpectedly, I won.
Jiang Wanwan said to her phone screen, "Netizen whose username is 'I want to die and end it all,' remember to send me a private message with your address, and I'll ship it to your door for free!"
Her voice was clear and loud, as if it could penetrate the screen and reach everyone's ears directly.
After saying that, Jiang Wanwan stopped looking at the messy comments and closed the live stream.
She knew that she needed to give the authorities some time to promote the idea so that more people would believe in the cultivation of immortality.
Mo Yan sat on the hospital bed, watching the end of the live stream on his phone screen, a sense of anticipation rising in his heart.
He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to believe the streamer and sent him the address of his hospital.
After all, the doctors were at their wits' end with his leg. Perhaps, as the anchor said, the end of science is indeed metaphysics!
What if his legs could really be restored after he began cultivating immortality? A glimmer of hope flashed in Mo Yan's eyes as he thought of this.
Just as I was thinking this, there was a knock on the window of the ward.
Mo Yan reached out and opened the window, and a jade slip and a glowing stone flew directly into his palm.
There was also a note on it, with neat handwriting, which detailed the contents of the jade slip and how to use the spirit stones.
Mo Yan shoved the jade slip directly into his forehead, and deep in his brain, the cultivation technique gradually surfaced in his mind, like a movie playing.
Two hours later, Mo Yan woke up from his dizziness and was filled with excitement.
He held the spirit stone in his hand and began to meditate. He felt that the opportunity had come to him on its own, and he must have spiritual roots.
Yan Ziyan called the next morning.
Jiang Wanwan answered the phone: "Senior brother, what's up?"
Yan Ziyan said, "Wanwan, the authorities want to establish a separate Xuanmen sect, with you in charge. They also want to send another batch of soldiers to the Xiaoyao Sect to learn martial arts. What do you think?"
Jiang Wanwan answered without hesitation, "No problem! However, I have one condition."
Yan Ziyan quickly asked, "What are the conditions? I'll definitely try to get them for you!"
Jiang Wanwan said earnestly, "If the Xiaoyao Sect is in trouble in the future, I hope the country can lend a helping hand."
Yan Ziyan immediately agreed: "No problem, I'll talk to them for you later."
Jiang Wanwan nodded in satisfaction: "Mm!"
After finishing their business, Jiang Wanwan held her scalding hot phone, and for a moment there was an awkward silence on both ends of the call.
Jiang Wanwan broke the silence first: "Um, senior brother, I have something to do, bye!"
After saying that, she quickly hung up the phone.
In Beijing, Yan Ziyan smiled as he listened to the busy tone on his phone.
Jiang Wanwan tidied herself up and got up to go to Dongshan to check on the construction team's progress.
The illusion array at the foot of Dongshan Mountain still exists; one must wear a talisman made by her own hands to ascend the mountain.
When she reached the top of the mountain, she was greeted by a bustling scene.
The construction team was working enthusiastically, and to her even greater surprise, many villagers also came to help.
On the summit of the main peak, a clear outline can already be seen.
This area will be transformed into a massive square for tens of thousands of people, boasting a magnificent and awe-inspiring atmosphere.
Above and in the center of the square, a solemn and majestic main hall is gradually taking shape.
The entire complex gives people a solemn and sacred feeling, as if it foreshadows future prosperity and glory.
Old Xia stood to the side, so excited he could hardly contain himself, his mouth practically stretched to his ears.
Despite being in another world, being able to continue the lineage of his sect is undoubtedly a great happiness and satisfaction for Elder Xia.
Jiang Wanwan nodded secretly, thinking that her senior brother was more reliable.
Building such a large sect is quite expensive. Recently, Tian Cuicui, who is in charge of the money, came to me and said that the money was not enough.
So she started a live stream again, this time planning to sell some pills and talismans to raise some funds.
Unexpectedly, in less than ten minutes, the number of viewers in the live stream exceeded 10,000.
Perhaps due to official certification and statements, the entire live stream screen was filled with messages asking the streamer to sell cultivation techniques and magical artifacts.
Little Girl: "Host, do you have any medicine that can cure cancer? My dad has reached the late stage of liver cancer..."
A Qi Refining expert with 100,000 years of experience: "To the person upstairs, I really sympathize with your situation. Streamer, please, please save his father!"
The ultimate troll: "Are you guys just paid trolls hired by the streamer?"
The glowing little beast: "Didn't you see the words 'official certification'? Are you blind?!"
Ignoring the messy comments, Jiang Wanwan directly put ten bottles of Nourishing Essence Pills, specifically for mortals, and ten Peace Talismans on her shopping cart.
Each bottle of Yangyuan Dan is priced at 100,000 yuan, and each peace charm is priced at 50,000 yuan.
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