Chapter 3147: Self-Resurrection and the Expansion of the Spiritual Boundary

————Something came up and delayed me, this chapter will take about another 15 minutes. The next chapter will be later, but I'll work through the night; I won't sleep until I finish writing.

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In mid-April, good news arrived from the Hospital in Xenze City on the Kunlun Continent: the passenger who had been most severely injured in the Flight 611 incident had regained consciousness.

For a time, numerous media outlets flooded the Xenze City Hospital, all wanting to be the first to reach this accident survivor who had just woken up. Unexpectedly, however, the man named Qiu Chengyuan refused the vast majority of interviews; only one reporter from a Modu television station managed to see him.

Inside a quiet teahouse in the east of Xenze City.

The tea on the table had long since gone cold. From the moment he sat down, Qiu Chengyuan had been staring at the teacup on the table. The two had been silent for too long. Reporter Wang felt anxious inside, but could also understand the other person's feelings: having escaped a plane crash only to remain in a coma until now, and upon waking, to find oneself paralyzed from the waist down.

It was hard to say whether it was a blessing or a curse.

"Mr. Qiu, if today is not convenient, we can set another time," Reporter Wang said.

"No, no need," Qiu Chengyuan suddenly raised his head, his voice somewhat hoarse. "Reporter Wang, my story might not be what you were hoping for. Are you still willing to listen?"

Seeing Mr. Qiu sitting right in front of her, Reporter Wang still couldn't help but offer a word of advice, "Life is precious, isn't Cultivation also for the sake of extending life and avoiding death? I hope Zhong Yuanyuan will not give up his life lightly. Even if you cannot practice Cultivation now, it may not be impossible in the future. Being alive is hope itself!"

"Just two words—afraid of dying!"

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Reporter Wang looked at Mr. Qiu with some admiration because, after Mr. Qiu was rescued by Qiu Chengyuan and returned to the Kunlun Continent, he had insisted on dialing the emergency number himself, only losing consciousness after the medical personnel arrived.

"Liu Junjie, one's aptitude for Cultivation varies from person to person, but with the development of technology in the future, your problem may not be unsolvable," Reporter Wang said.

"Like most people, I only began to formally come into contact with Cultivation after the Kunlun Continent appeared, but Heaven seemed to play a cruel joke on me; I have no way to practice Cultivation. I went to the hospital for countless check-ups; either they couldn't find anything, or they said I couldn't practice due to congenital physical weakness."

Who knows how many media executives were muttering this phrase. The previous Ms. Zhang, and now Mr. Qiu—both interviews were snatched up ahead of them. Qiu Chengyuan only saved two people; were they all just destined to follow the trend and report on it?

"Thank you, Reporter Wang. I don't want to die anymore now," Mr. Qiu patted the armrest of his wheelchair and smiled. "Back then, I was still a healthy person, yet I thought about seeking death. Now that I've truly become a cripple, I don't want to die anymore. Don't you think that's funny?"

Before Zhong Yuanyuan could finish speaking, "Officer Liu is young and promising. For a marginalized person like me, who was almost abandoned by all of society, he risked his life and did not give up on me until the very last moment. I really—"

Following the official media to do a feature on Qiu Chengyuan was naturally a duty that couldn't be shirked, but having to chase after the Modu television station to do a feature on the survivors felt a bit... you know. But if you didn't do it, someone else would.

Before coming, she had only roughly understood Zhong Yuanyuan's background and knew that Mr. Qiu's situation was difficult, but she hadn't expected it to have developed to the point of suicide. This interview truly exceeded everyone's expectations.

Especially since a series of special reports recently launched by the station all took Qiu Chengyuan as the protagonist, focusing on digging into human choices at critical moments, but clearly, this interview was somewhat inappropriate.

Or should she do a feature on the flight crew?

Reporter Wang also wiped away tears imperceptibly. Having been a reporter for so many years, she could be considered "well-informed" and "experienced in the vicissitudes of life," but this time she still couldn't help but be moved by Mr. Qiu's emotional journey.

This was probably the so-called "true fragrance" law.

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During that period, without the use of any medicine, and having undergone Qiu Chengyuan's intense stimulation, his body tissues were on the verge of collapse. That he didn't die was truly a miracle; perhaps this was the tenacious desire for survival of an ordinary person.

"Heh, the future? Where do I still have a future? Ever since the first spiritual cultivator appeared in our company, the leadership began to include cultivation level in their assessments. Within a year, they weeded out over a dozen people who hadn't entered the path of Cultivation. If it weren't for my professional excellence, I would have been swept out the door long ago."

Mr. Qiu picked up his teacup and took a sip, seemingly feeling that the tea had gone cold, so he put it back down and continued: "However, as the proportion of cultivators within the company grew higher and higher, I was also laid off. Since then, I've been stuck in a cycle of job hunting and hitting walls."

"Ah—" Reporter Wang let out a sound of surprise.

"Liu Junjie, as far as I know, not all jobs require a cultivation level. You can find good work even without practicing Cultivation."

At this moment, Zhong Yuanyuan seemed to have truly grasped the mysteries of life, speaking of his deepest, most direct thoughts without a care: "From the very moment I first lost consciousness, I realized the plane might be in trouble. At the time, my heart was filled with panic, but then I instantly fell into darkness. Until I was rescued by Officer Liu and returned to the Kunlun Continent, all I could think about was how to survive."

"Mr. Qiu, people want to understand the truth and the details. What we journalists must do is present those to the people. We never have any 'hopes' for how things should be; if we must say we have any, then we hope everything develops in a good direction."

She had originally only wanted to understand some details before the plane crashed, because Zhong Yuanyuan was the last person Qiu Chengyuan saved, and it was almost at the very moment of the crash; there was too much here that could be excavated.

Regardless of what else Reporter Wang wanted to say, Mr. Qiu just kept talking to himself, "This trip to Yinzhou Country, I had originally intended to complete it as a final wish. After I returned, I would bid farewell to the world. I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen."

Regarding Reporter Wang's words, Mr. Qiu appeared very resistant, "Heh, Reporter Wang, since you can practice Cultivation, you naturally don't understand the pressure we people who cannot practice endure. It's not just in society; at home, in your circle of friends—everyone else can practice, only you can't. How do others look at you?"

A flash of inspiration struck Reporter Wang. Clearly, the reason he wanted to die before and didn't want to die now was because of this plane crash incident. "That means you've thought it through, Liu Junjie! Can you tell me why?"

Whether it was Reporter Wang's words that moved Mr. Qiu, or he had thought it through himself, he began to recount his story in a hoarse, unpleasant voice—

Speaking of this, Mr. Qiu revealed a self-deprecating expression, "When I was in school, I was an all-rounder in sports, or at least stronger than most people. But the former weaklings can practice Cultivation, while I, a sports star, cannot. I became a weakling in the era of Cultivation, heh!"

"It's the Modu television station again!"

Mr. Qiu's words carried a hint of a sob, which, combined with his hoarse voice, was slightly unpleasant, but every word was condensed with emotion and touched the heart.

Although she kept repeating in her heart, 'I am not a trend-follower,' she still did it with a smile.

"Thank you, Officer Liu, for letting me be reborn!"