Substitutes?
Ya Ya was puzzled: "Ancestor, ever since you suddenly disappeared all those years ago, the Spiritual Energy in this world has gotten thinner and thinner, like the heavens have a giant hole in them."
"We’re all so miserable, forced to retreat to the remotest corners of the world that no one cares about."
"Now, in places teeming with humanity, trying to take in even a whiff of that enchanting Spiritual Energy is as hard as reaching the sky, so many folks have lost their skills."
Did you notice that old lady scavenging by the roadside while watching Douyin? She used to be part of the Zhangfeng Clan.
Did you see the two trees in the Xuanyuan Family’s backyard? They descended from the Moon Palace osmanthus tree.
Did you see the old turtle at the aquarium? It once helped you prop up the collapsed sky.
Even that silly girl Xiao Jingwei from the East Sea, who used to tirelessly fly and carry stones, has beco lethargic and barely moves for weeks.
Sigh, let alone casting spells, without Spiritual Energy to back them up, they’d likely sacrifice three thousand for every enemy they slay.
If there was a substitute for Spiritual Energy in this world, would they end up like this?
"Ancestor, if you’re thirsty, why not let that boy sniff a bit, after all he’s just a Mortal, Spiritual Power has no effect on him, it’s a complete waste of resources. Honoring you, Ancestor, is a blessing he cultivated through eight lifetis, he won’t dare resist!" The little turtle encouraged Zuzi.
Ancestor, if you’re craving his body, just go for it!
Generational differences aren’t an issue at all.
Xiao Jinjin fully supports it.
Who knew.
Zuzi shook her head seriously: "Not appropriate."
Ya Ya: "Huh?"
The Ancestor is still too serious, too upright, too concerned with generational etiquette.
Who could have expected the next mont.
Zuzi sighed bleakly, "He won’t live for long, on his 25th birthday, that will be his end. If that weren’t the case, hanging him by the bedside to sniff daily, how delightful it would be."
She must find a substitute.
She can’t rely too much on that boy.
Ya Ya’s wings trembled on the spot, nearly fainting: Ancestor, can you be any less restrained and reserved?
Hanging by bedside?
Sniffing???
The thought was too vivid for Ya Ya to bear!
Zuzi had already stepped into the library, taking a deep breath as she headed to the top floor.
The top floor’s collection of classic books from around the world.
Because it was too dull, there were no readers borrowing any.
At the mont, dust-covered books were scattered all over the place.
Zuzi was eliminating books one by one—
"What kind of barbaric script is this, with no Spiritual Energy, throw it away."
Zuzi critiqued one book after another while Ya Ya diligently picked them up and put each back: "Ancestor, this is Western English, your exam in the afternoon will have an English paper, it’s really tough."
Zuzi tossed another book: "What kind of nonsense pamphlet is this, even more boring than the Queen Mother of the West’s drama troupe scripts, who would believe such wild rumors and nonsense?"
Ya Ya’s eyelids twitched: "Ancestor, this is the ’Investiture of the Gods’, it’s very popular, even famous actresses scramble to play that vixen Daji! Uh... mainly because they don’t have Nuwa’s beauty, so they can only play the vixen, yes, absolutely!"
Zuzi didn’t care and threw another book: "What kind of nonsense poetry is this, not even the slightest sense of lody, how can it have any Spiritual Energy!"
Ya Ya’s old face blushed: "Ancestor, don’t look, that’s... cough cough cough, the Fusang Country’s action romantic film in text form, Yak Yak Yak, extermination, butterfly..."
Turns out the substitute Ancestor was looking for was books.
But after combing through more than half the library, books with Spiritual Energy were few and far between.
"Ancestor, what kind of book would count as having Spiritual Energy?"
Ya Ya busily flew back and forth, hoping to quickly find it for Zuzi.
Who knew, there was no response for a long while.
Turning back, Ya Ya was shocked: "Ancestor, Ancestor, what’s wrong? You can’t fall into such a deep sleep and abandon dear Xiao Jinjin, woo woo woo..."
Zuzi’s long eyelashes fluttered slightly as she leaned against the bookshelf, her whole being seed to struggle for breath, her complexion so pale that her veins were almost visible.
Couldn’t find books with Spiritual Energy, but there were plenty of terrible books polluting the air.
As Ya Ya jumped around anxiously.
A steady, powerful sound of boots hitting the floor arose from the stairs.
The next second.
Zuzi’s steadily slipping body fell into a man’s iron embrace!
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