Mu Yanxin could tell that the life spring was quite an important thing, especially for cultivators in the Qi Refining stage, and this hospital seemed capable of using some incredible method to directly help him open the life spring.
Sure enough, there were still far too many differences between this world and his previous one.
He had thought that the names of the cultivation realms sounded more or less the same, so he hadn’t bothered to look into the cultivation system in detail.
But as a disciple of the prestigious orthodox Magnificent Truth Sect, Mu Yanxin had been taught from a young age that for cultivation, wealth, companions, methods, land, and treasures were all essential, but true advancement in cultivation could never be bought.
Anything that could be bought would have an unstable foundation.
Let alone borrowing money—especially a loan of over a hundred thousand spirit stone—that was more than ten years of his parents’ income.
Adding in the interest, it was impossible to pay back; taking on such a debt was basically suicide.
Mu Yanxin in his previous life didn’t have the habit of borrowing money, whether lending to others or borrowing for himself.
Most loans to others were never repaid, and talking about money only brought unnecessary pain.
“You child, do you have any idea how important the life spring is? As long as you open the life spring, even if you don’t have a spiritual root, you can keep cultivating.”
“Without it, you’ll be a step behind cultivators your age, and that single step could put you ahead of millions.” His mother said, a bit angrily.
“That’s fine, I don’t need it. I’ll work hard and break through myself.”
Mu Yanxin insisted. Since his mother said his older sister managed to open her sacred spring by herself, then he could do it too.
Not long ago, he was still one of the top prodigies in Eastern Hua Prefecture; that confidence of a genius still resided deep in his heart. If others could do it, he definitely could as well—and do it even better.
There was another key reason: he felt indebted to this couple. He had taken over the original owner’s body, and even if it wasn’t intentional, it was basically possession.
Their son had been possessed by him. How could he be at ease accepting an investment meant for their own son? Even if he accepted it now, he wouldn’t be able to overcome his inner demons in the future.
The two argued for a few more exchanges—his mother insisted Mu Yanxin get the surgery to open his life spring, while Mu Yanxin was determined not to.
Neither could convince the other, and even the med-cultivator standing nearby showed a wry smile.
At this moment, his father, the head of the family, finally spoke up: “Enough, don’t argue over such a small matter—especially in front of outsiders. Let’s each take a step back.”
“Directly opening the sacred spring does put a lot of financial pressure on us, but just opening a life spring is no problem. Every beginning is difficult; we’ll help Xin’er take the first step. That’s my decision.”
“Alright, let’s do that.” Though his mother’s cultivation was higher than his father’s, and she used to be something of a young lady, it seemed the final say in family matters was always her husband’s.
As soon as he spoke, she immediately relented.
Mu Yanxin didn’t object further. He could see his father had already made up his mind, and if he kept refusing, it would arouse suspicion. Still, Mu Yanxin said, “But that’s it. No more surgeries beyond this.”
Once everyone agreed, the med-cultivator stopped trying to upsell any new surgeries.
He summarized, “Gender customization surgery: seven thousand spirit stone, Infinite dantian: four thousand spirit stone, Jingmai expansion surgery and Tendon reinforcement surgery: twenty thousand spirit stone, sife spring opening technique: thirty-five thousand spirit stone. Total, sixty-six thousand spirit stone.”
That was probably the total income of the whole family for five or six years. Still, Mu Yanxin breathed a sigh of relief.
In his eyes, sixty thousand spirit stone wasn’t expensive—about the price of a top-grade magic tool or a low-grade magical treasure. Acceptable.
In his previous life, he could easily take out that much spirit stone at any time.
However, his father didn’t do as he expected—he didn’t pull out a storage pouch full of spirit stone and hand it over.
Instead, he took out a crystalline card and swiped it on a piece of magical equipment.
Immediately, Mu Yanxin’s father’s face appeared on the crystal wall in front of the med-cultivator, along with a notification of successful transaction.
“Alright, take this slip to the surgery building. The med-cultivators there will take care of everything. Oh, right, young man, remember to take a photo—it might be the last time you see this face.”
The med-cultivator smiled as he handed the surgery slip to his father.
Mu Yanxin was still baffled. What was a photo? And how did the transaction go through just now? When did his father pay—was it when he swiped that crystal card?
It seemed there really was too much he didn’t understand about this world. He could only keep quiet and follow behind his parents, heading toward the surgery building.
The interior of this hospital was enormous. On the way to the surgery building, they had to pass through the emergency building.
Once inside, it was a circular hall with an open atrium above, and each floor was filled with all kinds of specialized treatment rooms—of course, it was just as crowded here.
With his spiritual sense, Mu Yanxin could easily see into every treatment room in the emergency building.
Each room contained a single bed, with an array carved beneath it, and atop the bed were magic devices he’d never seen before, looking like mechanical octopus arms equipped with sharp needles and blades.
Mu Yanxin had always wondered—how could cultivators have so many patients? So he deliberately used his spiritual sense to investigate and, sure enough, found quite a few rooms with patients lying inside.
It seemed the hospital had purposely not shielded against spiritual sense, just so all visitors—including the patients’ families—could see with their own eyes how they were saving people, to show off their superior medical skill.
In one medical room, an elder’s face was alternately blue and pale, white smoke occasionally puffing from his mouth—clear signs of qi deviation.
Speaking of qi deviation, cultivators all shuddered at the mention. A single misstep in channeling their spiritual power could lead to qi deviation, destroying both body and Dao, and others could hardly help.
A med-cultivator was at the elder’s side, gripping a mechanical arm, pointing a yin needle at the elder’s Dantian, with the other hand on his pulse, eyes fixed on the crystal wall at the head of the bed.
The crystal wall projected a human figure, but the figure showed the entire network of meridians, with colorful lights running wild through the channels—somehow displaying the flow of spiritual power inside the elder’s body, and projecting it onto the crystal wall.
With a sweep of the yin needle in the med-cultivator’s hand, a stream of chaotic spiritual power was forcibly dragged back into the Dantian, then the needle shifted to another disordered stream and directed it back to the correct meridian.
Clearly, the elder was improving—his complexion normalized, the pain left his face. The fact that they could directly manipulate the flow of spiritual power inside the body was truly incredible.
In another medical room was a beautiful woman, but her fair skin was covered with streaks of green and purple, her lips bluish-black—a clear sign of severe poisoning.
A med-cultivator used a sharp, small blade magic tool to cut a tiny incision in the most heavily poisoned area, then covered the wound with a transparent cup-shaped magical device.
Black poisonous blood was continuously drawn out.
This poison seemed to have its own life and consciousness, turning into a small dragon made of venom, thrashing about in the cup but unable to break out, nor return to the woman’s body.
Once all of it was drawn out, it was sealed within the cup.