What If I Can't Die?

This time, he had come here to travel after graduating from the college entrance examination. He had followed a few donkey friends to this mountain and accidentally got lost. Just as he was about to ask someone, he saw the girl fall into the pool.

As he was too far away, by the time he saved her, the girl's heart had already stopped beating. He could only use the first-aid knowledge he had just learned to save her. From the looks of it, he had most likely failed.

Just as Ye Mu sighed that his life was about to wither, the girl suddenly coughed violently and breathed in the air crazily. Her face turned red.

"Are… are you alright?"

Ye Mu was overjoyed.

"I'm fine… Thank you, Brother."

After the girl recovered, in order to thank Ye Mu, she brought him to her house.

The mountain path was difficult to walk on. The two of them walked for more than half an hour.

"Sister Xue'er, is this the place?"

On the narrow mountain road, an honest young man in his late teens was carrying a delicate girl on his back. He was sweating profusely.

"Brother Mu, after walking through this bamboo forest, you'll reach my house."

The girl said crisply. Her name was Feng Xue, a strange name. Just now, when she was picking herbs, she fell into the pool and injured her knee, so Ye Mu carried her home.

Ye Mu panted as he looked at the weeds in front of him. It was a dilapidated straw hut. It was hard to imagine that the lives of the Feng Xue family were so difficult. This trip was not in vain.

"Sister Xue'er, how many people do you have in your family?"

"There's only one grandpa, and he…" Feng Xue, who was wiping Ye Mu's sweat, choked up as tears flowed down her face.

Ye Mu's heart was a little heavy as he approached the quiet thatched hut. Following the instructions of the wind and snow, he opened one of the doors. The pungent smell of herbs wafted out. Beside the tattered medicine jar, an old man with a head full of white hair and a gray face was lying on a wooden bed. When he could not hear his breathing, he was already on his deathbed.

Feng Xue jumped down from Ye Mu's back and took out a herb from her arms. She held back her tears and said, "Grandpa, don't go. Xue'er has picked herbs for you. You'll look better soon."

Ye Mu didn't know what to say. He had seen this kind of family on television before. Now that he had seen it with his own eyes, he finally understood what despair was.

He supported the wind and snow as he approached. He felt that the old man on the bed was like a piece of dead wood without any vitality. He probably wouldn't live for long.

As if awakened by the commotion, the old man trembled and opened his turbid eyes. When he saw Ye Mu, a stranger, he said in surprise, "Xue'er, who is he?"

"He's the big brother who saved me. Just now, Xue'er accidentally fell into the cold pool when she was picking herbs."

Feng Xue explained. Sensing that something was wrong, she hurriedly said, "Grandpa, don't blame Xue'er for being disobedient. Xue'er doesn't want Grandpa to leave me. Grandpa said that there are immortal herbs in the cold pool and I want to pluck them to save Grandpa."

Feng Xue handed a snow-white blade of grass to the old man. What surprised Ye Mu was that the grass was actually emitting a shocking cold aura. No wonder he had felt that the girl was very cold just now and thought that it was because of the pond water.

"Xue'er, it's useless. Grandpa's lifespan is coming to an end. This Cold Spirit Grass is useless, you silly child."

Tears appeared in the old man's eyes as he suddenly sat up. The turbidity in his eyes dissipated and wisps of light shot out.

Ye Mu's expression, who was originally puzzled about the herbs, changed slightly. The old man's scene was too much like a dying flash. He said uncomfortably, "Sister Xue'er, I'll go out first. Have a good chat with Grandpa."

He turned around and wanted to leave so that the grandfather and grandson could bid farewell for the last time. Unexpectedly, the old man looked at him and said sternly, "You stay! Xue'er, go out for a while."

Ye Mu frowned and watched as Xue'er walked out obediently. He said in confusion, "Grandpa, you…"

A strange scene happened. A Phantom image flashed in front of him, and the old man appeared in front of him like a ghost. His withered palm grabbed him as if he was sensing carefully.

"To be able to let Xue'er out of the cold pool unscathed, she's indeed a good seedling. I didn't expect to find someone to entrust me to before I left."

The old man smiled. He had been holding on to his last breath. He originally wanted to accompany Xue'er for more time, but he did not expect Xue'er to make a decision because of him.

"Grandpa…"

"Don't speak. Listen to me. You were able to save Xue'er and even carried her back. This means that you have a good heart. Although I used to hate such a good person, you're the most suitable person to help me take care of Xue'er now. In order to repay you for saving Xue'er, I'll give you the last thing I have."

After the old man finished speaking strangely, a terrifying aura suddenly surged out of his body. It was like a lion had woken up. Then, a power that seemed to want to tear him apart surged into his body crazily.

Ye Mu wanted to scream, but when the old man pointed his finger, he could not scream anymore. He could only grimace in pain. The clothes on his body were torn and his skin began to turn red, constantly emitting stinky and black sweat.

After the extreme pain, a wave of rumbling suddenly resounded in his head like muffled thunder exploding, and it shook him to the point his mind almost floated away. The pain in his entire body dissipated, and a feeling of being on cloud nine appeared.

The old man's aura rose to its peak and actually floated him up from the ground. He slapped his chest and the stains all over his body were slapped away, revealing much fairer skin. Then, he tapped his finger and pressed it between his eyebrows.

Ye Mu felt something drilling into his head and then dissipating into a large amount of information. It was so big that his head felt like it was about to explode. His eyes rolled back and he fainted.

After an unknown period of time, Ye Mu covered his head and woke up. When he opened his eyes, he was shocked. The old man from before had become skin and bones. His face was filled with dense wrinkles as he looked at him faintly.

"I've already helped you open up the Conception and Governing Vessels and left a hundred years of cultivation on you. I hope you won't let me down and take good care of Xue'er," the old man said weakly.

"The Conception and Governing Vessels?" Ye Mu did not understand, but he understood that the old man was entrusting him with the task. He nodded and said, "I'll try my best to protect Sister Xue'er."

"I'm not trying my best, I have to!" The old man smiled bitterly. "If not for the fact that Xue'er is still young so her body is too weak and her attributes are not compatible, I wouldn't have given you such a precious thing."

"I don't have time to talk nonsense. Remember my last few words and focus on cultivating the martial arts I gave you. Remember not to casually display it in front of others for the next three years. Protect Xue'er well. Otherwise, you will definitely die a horrible death!"

Ye Mu was shocked and wanted to ask clearly, but the light in the old man's eyes dimmed and he spat out the last sentence, "The world has changed greatly and the Mythological Era has reappeared. I've schemed for my entire life, but I fell on the night before dawn. It's only been three years. I'm unwilling!"

"Grandpa, what are you talking about!" Ye Mu had a headache. He was confused by the old man's nagging.

Puff!

A ball of yellow flames suddenly burned from the old man's body. Under his shocked gaze, the old man's corpse turned into ashes in a moment. When Feng Xue, who had rushed in, saw this scene, her tears could not help but flow out and she fainted from crying.

Three years later.

"Ye Mu, a third-year Chinese Medicine major in our school's medical school, has deliberately injured someone and the situation is especially serious. Today's research has decided to expel Ye Mu from school. I hope that all students will take this as a warning!"

Looking at the notice in his hand, Ye Mu smiled faintly and casually threw it. The notice turned into a bolt of lightning and shot into the trash can ten meters away with a whoosh, stabbing deeply into it.

He pulled the box and turned to look at the university campus where he had spent three good years. At this moment, it seemed very quiet under the gaze of the summer. The trees were lush and the cicadas called out lazily, still as leisurely as ever.

At the thought of everything that had happened, a bitter expression appeared on his face that was not very handsome but had a unique taste. "Am I so lowly? Why do I have to fall in love with a daughter of a super family like you? Even though I've worked hard for the past two years to improve and even fought in underground boxing, there's still a huge gap between me and you…"

Ye Mu subconsciously clenched his fists. The metal rod that was pulling the box had deformed, showing that he was not as calm as he looked on the surface.

Thinking of the instigator this time, the words of the person he had crippled, a cold smile appeared on his lips. "It's fine if you force me away, but you'll regret it sooner or later if you dare to threaten my family."

His back was slightly thin. Not far away, Song Shi, who did not exist in this spacetime, had a strange expression. He increasingly felt that this was an illusion.