The Sweet Life of Superstar and His Goddess Wife
Chapter 117: Innate Spiritual Energy (Requesting Monthly Votes)

Chapter 117: 117: Innate Spiritual Energy (Requesting Monthly Votes)

If someone with Innate Spiritual Energy was born many years ago in the Cultivation World, they would be a model for Cultivation. As long as properly guided, they could cultivate from birth. Because Innate Spiritual Energy expands the meridians during absorption, it also makes cultivation much more efficient, something many cultivators dream of obtaining.

Of course, because such people are so exceptional, their innate spiritual energy isn’t endless, and once absorbed, it is used up.

However, because the meridians have absorbed Innate Spiritual Energy, absorbing spiritual energy becomes as natural as breathing, enabling them to cultivate at a speed more than double that of ordinary people.

Every person with Innate Spiritual Energy has different amounts from birth; some deplete within days, while others can use it for over a year.

Innate Spiritual Energy is valuable, but too much isn’t necessarily good. The capacity of the human body is limited. If the Innate Spiritual Energy is too abundant, exceeding the absorption limit of the meridians or being completely unabsorbable, it can cause qi blockage and even endanger life.

Zhan Jingshu belongs to the type who can’t cultivate and whose meridians are severely blocked by Innate Spiritual Energy.

Ordinary people would only think there’s something wrong with his body but couldn’t determine the cause. They might deduce that without proper care, it could endanger his life.

Zhan Jingshu spent a few days at Jiang Nuo’s home, where Mu Qiuniang prepared medicinal meals designed to nourish the meridians, improving his body and relieving the blockage caused by the Innate Spiritual Energy. Once alleviated, his physical condition naturally improved somewhat.

However, simply relieving the blockage is useless. Only by allowing him to cultivate and fully absorb this Innate Spiritual Energy can he completely rid himself of its threat.

For hundreds of years, the earth’s spiritual energy has seriously depleted, and the road to the Cultivation World has long been closed. Therefore, many people are unaware of the existence of cultivators. To avoid unnecessary trouble, cultivators usually don’t casually reveal their identities to ordinary people; it’s an unwritten rule.

Although Mu Qiuniang loved to seclude herself and rarely went out, she was aware of this rule.

So, she didn’t tell Zhan Jingwen but needed to personally talk to Zhan Jingshu.

Zhan Jingmo didn’t return overnight, something the Zhan Family had grown accustomed to.

That kid, whether something is happening or not, stays outside for a few days, mixing with those idle friends, only coming back when he’s in trouble or out of money.

Zhan Jingwen returned to the Zhan Family and, hearing the old butler Uncle Zhan mention it, didn’t take it to heart and instead went to Zhan Jingshu’s room to relay Mu Qiuniang’s request.

Zhan Jingshu was somewhat surprised—Sister-in-law Jiang wanted to take him as her disciple?

However, he didn’t see it as a bad thing. On the contrary, he was a little curious about this somewhat ancient method of "taking disciples." Nowadays, with teachers everywhere, how many still apprentice themselves to a master or take disciples?

Since Mu Qiuniang brought it up, she must have something worth passing on.

"Big Brother, whatever it is, I’m willing."

Zhan Jingwen wasn’t surprised; as long as he could live, what didn’t he want to learn? He patted his younger brother’s head, feeling the soft tips of his hair touching his palm, warming his heart.

"Big Brother, hasn’t Second Brother returned yet?"

At the mention of the troublemaker, Zhan Jingwen became displeased: "Why mention him?"

"But, Big Brother..." Usually, Zhan Jingshu knew his older brother didn’t like their second brother much and wouldn’t bring him up. But last night, he woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, feeling uneasy, convinced that if they didn’t find their second brother quickly, he’d regret it.

Since childhood, Zhan Jingshu knew he had an uncanny intuition.

This intuition often helped him avoid unnecessary trouble, but also guided him into getting in big trouble himself.

"I don’t feel right. Second Brother hasn’t come back, and I can’t sleep, feeling panic... Big Brother, we should look for Second Brother, shouldn’t we? You know, my intuition is accurate."

Hearing his younger brother say this, Zhan Jingwen finally took it to heart: "Are you suggesting you think something happened to your Second Brother?"

Zhan Jingshu nodded: "I can’t explain it clearly. Anyway, I suddenly awoke in the middle of the night, unable to sleep, thinking about going to check Second Brother’s room to see if he had returned. It feels like if he doesn’t come back soon, he might never return again..."

"Don’t worry, I’ll arrange for people to look for him. He probably went out drinking again, got drunk, and stayed out." Zhan Jingwen comforted his younger brother, but a shadow crept over his heart.

His younger brother didn’t know that whenever he felt he wouldn’t see someone again, and they went to investigate, it turned out that the person really couldn’t be seen anymore—because they had died.

The leads regarding Zhan Jingmo quickly arrived on Zhan Jingwen’s desk.

Last night, after leaving home, Zhan Jingmo went straight to a bar, hanging out with a few idle friends. Unfortunately, he got drunk later on, separating from those people at the bar’s back entrance.

Latterly, street cameras showed him entering a building.

And on the rooftop of this building, they found one of Zhan Jingmo’s shoes.

As for himself, he seemed to vanish into thin air, leaving no further trace.

A drunken man climbing to the rooftop of a building more than twenty floors high...

However you sliced it, a sense of foreboding bubbled in Zhan Jingwen’s heart. Although he didn’t believe his troublemaking younger brother would be so mentally fragile as to commit suicide by jumping off a building after being scolded.

However, the cameras hadn’t captured the second brother leaving the building, and he couldn’t be found inside. What exactly could have happened?

Did he jump?

If he jumped, where’s the body?

A group of men in suits conducted a thorough search throughout the more than twenty-story building, carefully looking inside and out, upstairs and downstairs. As they searched, they grumbled: that second young master not stirring up trouble for one day would be an oddity!

Seriously, making them search for someone in the middle of the day, in this heat.

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Song Weiming considered himself extremely unlucky. The matter with Ge Tianhe wasn’t resolved, and staying in a hotel in the dead of night, he managed to encounter a female ghost?!

Moreover, it was a female ghost descending from the sky, grasping her prey.

Returning to the hotel after a midnight meeting, standing on the balcony wanting to smoke a cigarette, Song Weiming: "..."

Zhan Jingmo lay prone on the ground like a dead dog, reeking of alcohol, clutching Song Weiming’s ankle: "Help..."

And that female ghost firmly gripped his foot, trying to drag him away.

The female ghost thought she was down on her luck, finally coming across prey voluntarily delivered, wanting to devour him right away. But halfway through, another female ghost emerged, starting a fight with her. Unable to resist, she had to engage in battle.

Then a gust of eerie wind swept them and the prey, dropping them onto this balcony.

Although she was a fierce ghost, she was also a new ghost; having just fought once, she had no energy to capture the prey again.

She glared fiercely at Song Weiming: [Mind your own business!]

Song Weiming: I don’t want to interfere, but this guy won’t let go of my foot, what can I do?

He actually wanted to ask the person holding his foot how they assumed he could save him? I’m just an ordinary human, not a Ghost Hunter Master.

At that moment, he wished the goddess were there; she’d definitely slap this ferocious female ghost away with ease. Also, how could this female ghost be so dim-witted, even letting half-eaten prey escape?