A Clash Between Two Paths of Cultivation

"Cultivating. Don't ask-if you do, just know I'm cultivating the Sunflower Manual!"

The change in the monitoring equipment's alert sound startled Zhang Weimeng. Before he could speak, Zhang Xuezhou had already spoken up.

"That's how you cultivate the Sunflower Manual?" Zhang Weimeng asked with a frown.

"There are even riskier cases. Professor Ren's son nearly died in the hospital a few days ago," Zhang Xuezhou said, waving a hand.

Zhang Weimeng rarely went to the hospital, but for Zhang Xuezhou and the professors, trips to the medical room were as common as meals.

"He cultivates the Sunflower Manual too?"

Zhang Xuezhou's joke did nothing to ease Zhang Weimeng's worries. The monitoring equipment had determined that Zhang Xuezhou's brain was in shock.

If Ren Yisheng had not insisted on waiting to see what happened, Zhang Xuezhou would have long since been declared to be in a vegetative state.

Zhang Weimeng had thought his trip to Western Capital City would be a pleasant, carefree visit at someone else's expense. He had never expected a scene like this to greet him.

Thanks to Zhang Xuezhou making arrangements in advance, he had received temporary access to the Xuanshi Building as a family member, and had seen Zhang Xuezhou collapsed in the bathroom.

What followed was something Zhang Weimeng had never anticipated.

Compared with him, the many professors of Canglan Academy were even more anxious.

Had Zhang Xuezhou not remained unresponsive for so long and been examined again and again with modern equipment, there would have been at least twenty professors in the medical room by now.

Zhang Weimeng had never imagined that, when a student at Canglan Academy came to harm, so many top experts could be summoned for a consultation.

Apart from the grim diagnosis, everything else was fine.

Now, Zhang Xuezhou, whom