Chapter 834

Whenever he was alone, he endlessly questioned himself.

Seeing other families happily together, he felt sorrow.

"Am I not worthy of my parents' love?"

Gazing at the elixir in his hand, Ouyang Mingri's mind held only one thought: swallow the elixir, cure the illness, stand up.

From an outsider's perspective, one might advise Ouyang Mingri to first choose the "Eight-Nine-Zero" cultivation technique and slowly restore his strength.

That would save a lot of points!

It was the most cost-effective strategy.

But Ouyang Mingri could not wait.

He had been paralyzed for over a decade!

Those who have never been paralyzed cannot understand what it means to spend over ten years living entirely on a wheelchair.

If not for his strong will, if not for his desire to prove to his father who abandoned him—your son, even with a terminal illness, is no lesser than others—

He would have gone mad long ago!

Now, there was a chance to stand.

He did not want to wait even a minute, not a second longer.

He tilted his head and swallowed the elixir; it dissolved instantly upon entering his mouth, not bitter like traditional medicine, but with a faint sweetness!

The next moment, a cool energy rose in his dantian, flowing through his entire body, making him feel his flesh growing stronger bit by bit—his previously immobile legs and feet now gained strength.

After a while, Ouyang Mingri's expression brightened, and he leapt up from his chair.

Thud!

The next instant, he collapsed onto the ground.

"I stood up!"

Ouyang Mingri laughed, his laughter hiding a trace of sorrow, his eyes reddening as a single tear fell.

He struggled desperately and stood up again.

Then he fell down once more.

This was not because the elixir was ineffective, but because he had never walked before; even though Ouyang Mingri had watched others walk countless times, he could not suddenly learn how.

His body had recovered health, but the skill of walking would not magically appear out of nothing.

Ordinary people think walking is easy, because they trained it countless times as children, fell countless times, turning walking into instinct.

Ouyang Mingri, at this moment, was merely experiencing what others went through as children learning to walk.

Thus, Ouyang Mingri fell again and again, and rose again and again.

In just a short while, his neatly tied hair became disheveled; once a graceful young man, he now looked like a madman with tangled locks.

Not only his appearance, but even Ouyang Mingri's gaze had become wild and frightening.

After a while, Ouyang Mingri's steps grew steady, one by one, he walked outside.

Outside, the daylight was perfect; sunlight fell warmly, soothing his body and mind.

In the forest, birds softly chirped, a gentle breeze blew, bringing a cool sensation.

Ouyang Mingri had never felt such a sensation before; his heart was filled with emotion.

"So this is how wonderful the world truly is!"

"The birds' songs are not mournful or shrill, but clear and pleasant; the forest breeze is not cold, but refreshing."

With a changed heart, one's perception of the same thing naturally changes.

Ouyang Mingri strolled through the forest, his entire being radiating vitality.

The true qi within his body flowed, slowly entering a new realm.

But all that was minor; he paid little attention, simply strolling through the forest—this alone was the most beautiful thing in the world to him.

Suddenly, he leapt lightly and landed atop a treetop.

His steps were light, walking upon the branches, strolling along the treetops.

"So this is lightness skill!"

He swung his palm; a powerful qi surged into the sky, whistling loudly.

He freely demonstrated all he had learned, feeling utterly satisfied.

"Mingri, are you well?"

At that moment, a voice of astonishment came.

"Master!"

Ouyang Mingri leapt down from the treetop, "Disciple is now fully recovered!"

The old man from the frontier was stunned: "Fully recovered? Has your medical skill improved again? Good! Good! My disciple is truly clever!"

It was no wonder the old man from the frontier was so delighted.

Ouyang Mingri's chondrodysplasia had eluded his treatment for many years with not the slightest progress.

He never expected that after just one trip outside, his disciple's illness was cured.

The waves of the Yangtze push forward the old ones; new generations surpass the old.

As a kind elder, his heart swelled with pride!

"Young Master, Young Master, where are you?"

At that moment, a frantic voice came—it was the servant Yi Shan.

"Yi Shan, I'm here!"

As soon as he spoke, a figure dashed into the forest; seeing Ouyang Mingri standing, Yi Shan was both shocked and delighted.

He had merely gone down the mountain to buy daily necessities, and never expected that upon returning, he would find the overturned chair and bloodstains everywhere.

Just imagining the scene, he mentally scripted over a hundred thousand words of drama.

Could it be that Young Master has lost the will to live?

This utterly terrified him.

"Young Master, your body?"

Ouyang Mingri laughed heartily: "It's completely healed!"

"Completely healed?" Yi Shan burst into joy. "Congratulations, Young Master! You, a being of divine stature, no longer need to lie on that reclining chair. Heaven truly has opened its eyes!"

Saying this, he knelt on the ground and bowed his head to the heavens.

"Yi Shan, rise. These past years, you've worked hard."

"What nonsense, Young Master," Yi Shan rose, smiling warmly. "Serving you is my fortune. But now that your body has recovered, you may no longer need me."

"Let's not speak of unhappy things today," the elder from the border chuckled. "Come, let's return first. Mingri, you must tell me in detail how you solved the problem, how you—"

"Healed your own injuries."

Ouyang Mingri apologized: "Master, don't laugh at me, but this illness wasn't cured by me."

"Not cured by you?" The border elder stared in surprise. "My medical skill is second to none in the world—no one dares claim first. Could there be someone with greater skill than mine who treated you?"

"No, there isn't," Ouyang Mingri smiled. "Master's medical skill is unquestionably the best in the world. But the one who treated me isn't of this world."

"Not of this world?" The border elder froze, gazing skyward, his expression turning suspicious. "Mingri, you're not trying to soothe my heart by pretending a deity healed you, are you? Don't worry—if your skill surpasses mine, I'll only be delighted, never jealous."

"Master, what are you saying? I was raised by you—I would never doubt you," Ouyang Mingri said. "I'm telling the truth. The one who healed my injuries isn't from this realm, but from another world—a celestial immortal."

Put your heart at ease. Don't worry, your medical skill surpasses mine; I would only be delighted, never jealous.

"Master, how can you say such things? You raised me—I would never doubt you," Ouyang Mingri said. "I'm telling the truth. The one who healed my injuries was not of this world, but

a celestial being from another realm."