I Can Record Wonders

Chapter 10: Unable to Attain Enlightenment, Forever an Ant

"I hear the Way in the morning, and I can die in the evening!"

The gaze of White Cloud Scenic Master fell upon Fu Ning's face, becoming somewhat complicated.

He didn't expect these words to come from the mouth of a weak young boy.

"Fu Ning pays respects to the senior."

"No need for formalities."

White Cloud Scenic Master flicked his long sleeves, as if a substantial wind lifted them up.

He looked Fu Ning up and down. "Kid, have you ever been to Sitting Oblivion Beach before?"

Fu Ning shook his head. "This is my first time here."

"First time?" White Cloud Scenic Master furrowed his brows.

"Do you know that the disciples who have the fastest enlightenment in the Turtle Breathing Technique on Sitting Oblivion Beach have meditated for at least four times?

And you probably won't live for more than three days."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar on Sitting Oblivion Beach.

"Three days?!"

"I told you he's short-lived."

"He's about to die, and he still comes to Sitting Oblivion Beach to suffer?"

"If he has this time, he might as well choose a good feng shui spot for himself."

...

Qian Duobao did not mock like the others.

He looked at Fu Ning's back, his eyes filled with shock.

Three days?!

He suddenly understood why his cousin had said those words.

"So this guy only has three days left to live!"

Thinking about his previous actions in secret, Qian Duobao suddenly felt guilty.

"Isn't this bullying an honest person?"

He wasn't a wicked person. He deliberately made things difficult for his cousin and Fu Ning before, just to make the beauty smile.

Now that he knew the other party only had three days to live, he couldn't help but regret it.

Subconsciously, he looked at the enchanting beauty beside him, but saw her smiling and radiant, even more dazzling than before.

But Qian Duobao frowned, suddenly feeling that she wasn't as good as she seemed.

"Heaven help me!"

The beauty was still unaware that her number one admirer was starting to waver.

Her thoughts were all focused on Fu Ning and Yun Niang.

"So he's a short-lived ghost."

"Three days? Ridiculous three days."

Her eyes flickered, reflecting the lonely figure of Yun Niang: Let's see what tricks you can still come up with now.

...

Three days!

Yun Niang stood still, her gaze piercing through her messy hair, landing on Fu Ning, as if turning into a stone.

"No, it can't be. Big Fish is not a person who goes back on his word."

"He still owes me two fish."

She was not good with words, but thinking like this, her mind was already a mess.

Drip, drip.

Tears fell into the sea, as if the entire sea was made of her tears.

...

White Cloud Scenic Master calmly looked at the young boy, but couldn't see any panic on his face.

"With only three days left, your chances of enlightenment are slim. Will you still choose to meditate here?"

Fu Ning nodded. "To witness a miracle with my own eyes before I die, even if it's only a one in a million chance, is better than dying in confusion."

White Cloud Scenic Master remained expressionless, pondered for a moment, and asked again, "Your body has leaks, causing the loss of Origin Qi. I can try to help you cut off the Origin Qi meridians and stop the continuous loss of Origin Qi. This way, you can live for another three years. But once the meridians are cut off, you will never be able to cultivate. Are you willing?"

Without hesitation, Fu Ning shook his head. "If I can't cultivate, three years for me is no different from three days."

He said this, but in his heart, he thought, "What a joke. If I can't cultivate, then transmigration would be in vain!"

But to others' ears, it was a different scene.

"White Cloud Scenic Master personally takes action, offering three years of life, but he insists on only living for three days?"

"Isn't he a fool? A pure, pure fool."

White Cloud Scenic Master ignored the noise around him and suddenly took out a red porcelain bottle from his sleeve.

"This is a bottle of Da Huang Dan, which is a Spirit Medicine that replenishes Origin Qi."

"The reason for your weakness and short lifespan is not due to fate, but because of the loss of Origin Qi in your body."

"If I cut off the meridians of Origin Qi in your body and supplement it with this medicine, one pill is enough to extend your life by one year."

"And here are fifteen pills, enough for you to live another fifteen years!"

"By then, you should have experienced the prosperity of the world, and your life should have no regrets. So, are you willing?"

When White Cloud Scenic Master took out the bottle of Da Huang Dan.

The people sitting on the reef suddenly had a feeling of sitting on pins and needles.

Da Huang Dan!!

That's Da Huang Dan.

Only the Alchemy Dao Scenic Master can refine Da Huang Dan.

On the black market, each pill can be exchanged for at least a dozen yuan stones.

And that bottle contains a full fifteen pills.

"He's gone mad, White Cloud Scenic Master actually took out a bottle of Da Huang Dan for a short-lived ghost!"

"Any fool would be willing to do this. He could easily exchange the pills for a fortune, extend his life, get married, have children, and continue his lineage!"

At some point, the gaze of the crowd shifted from disdain to envy as they looked at Fu Ning.

But in the next moment, Fu Ning shook his head, "I'm not willing!"

These two words were like someone shouting "the teacher is here" in a chaotic classroom.

All the voices instantly disappeared.

White Cloud Scenic Master's face was calm, but his gaze seemed to shoot out two arrows.

"Why?!"

Fu Ning said, "If I continue to cultivate, I still have a chance to become a Scenic Scholar. But if I give up cultivation, what difference does it make to me whether it's three days, three years, or thirty years?"

After these words were spoken, White Cloud Scenic Master suddenly fell into contemplation, and his gaze became distant.

Cultivation can prolong life.

When reaching the Scenic Master realm, one's lifespan can reach two hundred years.

And now he is already over one hundred and ninety years old.

Among the four Scenic Masters on Spirit Turtle Island, he is the oldest.

If he doesn't take the next step, five years will be his limit.

But if he takes that step, he will most likely meet his end.

So at this moment, he and Fu Ning are facing the same choice.

Only Fu Ning resolutely took that step, while he remained in place.

Knowing it's a dream, what more can be desired.

After a long time, White Cloud Scenic Master finally withdrew his gaze. There was no more conflict on his face.

"Five years? Compared to the vast years, what does it matter?"

"I have wasted more than a hundred years, and in the end, I am not as clear-minded as a young man."

He looked at Fu Ning.

"Since you have chosen cultivation, then as you wish."

"Thank you, senior, for fulfilling my wish."

White Cloud Scenic Master smiled, "You are good."

After saying that, he flipped his palm in the air, and the Da Huang Dan disappeared, replaced by a piece of ancient jade about the size of a thumb, pure white like sheep fat.

"Your body has leaks, consuming pills would be a waste."

"This piece of ancient jade has the effect of gathering Origin Qi. Although it is not as immediate as Da Huang Dan, it is better in the long run."

"Wear it close to your body, and it should be able to delay your lifespan by about a month."

Fu Ning's expression became serious, "Thank you, senior, for your gift."

After saying that, he received the ancient jade with both hands. It felt warm and gentle in his hands, and as soon as he touched it, he felt a slight stagnation of the overflowing Origin Qi.

Indeed, it's a good thing!

And this instantly attracted countless envious and jealous gazes, but no one dared to have any ideas about the ancient jade.

Just then, Qian Mingyuan suddenly approached and whispered, "Master, the tide is rising."

White Cloud Scenic Master nodded slightly, "You still have a month left!"

"If you can overcome that hurdle, I will give you a chance!"

"Thank you for your kind words, Senior. Fu Ning will definitely do his best!"

The old man's gaze was profound, and in the next moment, he turned into a white light and disappeared on the spot.

Only on Sitting Oblivion Beach, there echoed a sigh:

"Unable to become a saint, ultimately just an ant."

(End of this chapter)