Spiritual Energy Rejuvenation: I Began Cultivating By Farming Chapter 1978 - 1129

The steward’s argunt was not believed by the maids and the wet nurse, and they dared not say too much. They wouldn’t dare suggest that the child brought by Madam Luo wasn’t actually the Young Master, right?

The strange appearance of the Young Master at the gate puzzled them.

To prove his innocence, the steward gathered so of the workers who had helped at the gate to recount what happened when he opened it that morning.

The workers, who were busy with their tasks, were called back by so, still confused about the situation. Upon understanding the reason, they began to speak one by one.

These workers, in their sowhat shabby clothes and reeking of sweat, stood at the door, their stench wafting into the room.

The steward’s words were confird true, which raised the question of who orchestrated the swap between the real and fake Young Master.

They always believed it was the doing of the Luo Family mbers.

The wet nurse and several maids wrote a letter together, intending to send it to Madam Huang.

After a nap, Young Master Huang kept hearing the system’s voice in his ear, coupled with noise outside the room.

He was feeling hungry again, and his body was getting weak.

This ti, he accepted the system’s task.

The system’s task this ti was to "Take away the luck from those strong n."

"Take it all? They’re only laborers. How much luck could they possibly have?"

"Hurry, host. If you don’t quickly take their luck, you will die."

Young Master Huang wasn’t feeling compassionate; he rely thought the poor, lowly people wouldn’t have much luck.

The system was right; he felt unwell because of hunger and the frailness of his new body.

The system didn’t care if they were peasants or whatever.

Even the common folk had luck, especially since these were robust n possessing masculine energy, which was a form of luck too.

The system recorded Young Master Huang’s luck level at 0.03%.

Indeed, peasants wouldn’t have much luck.

The Taoist from before had more luck than these commoners.

Young Master Huang mused, the system secretly amused. The Taoist had more luck, allowing Young Master Huang to absorb it.

But most of it was still taken away by him.

The masculine energy from those strong n turned into power, better than what the Taoist provided.

After all, the Taoist practiced evil thods, and the luck absorbed into him was worse than that emitted from people.

The system didn’t turn much masculine energy into luck for Young Master Huang, seeing him as a slave.

As long as Young Master Huang’s body remained weak, he was enslaved, forced to absorb human masculine energy and luck.

Though having just a one-month-old body, Young Master Huang had the mind of an 18-year-old, aware of human nature’s darkness.

However, in this ti and book setting, ancient as it was, technology systems were unheard of.

The system never explained its origin.

Or how many functions it had.

Young Master Huang wasn’t a modern transmigrant, just a reincarnated soul, unaware of the so-called "systems," simply a high-tech interstellar product.

An evil system; it chose Young Master Huang due to his exploitable value.

With malice in his heart, he was under the Taoist’s spell.

The system didn’t disclose additional functions, spaces, nor did it make Young Master Huang realize the system’s true value.

Unbeknownst to Young Master Huang, the system ca with a manual, deceiving and exploiting him as an energy-absorbing slave.

Currently, his body was only like that of a one-month-old and weak.

The wet nurse feeding him milk improved his luck by 0.01%, relieving so weakness, yet his body felt discomfort, needing rest, though looking sowhat better.

The wet nurse feared the Young Master might die.

The maids endured his odor, cleaning his body carefully.

The infant’s body was too frail, requiring more than just hot water, so they added so herbal water during the wash.

Young Master Huang fell asleep during the bath.

The wet nurse and maids intended to inform Madam Luo through a letter.

One maid, accompanied by the coachman, sent the letter to the city.

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Young Master Luo spent the day outside investigating, with everyone in the house remaining busy.

Young Madam Luo cried till her eyes swelled, searching for her missing son.

Having just finished her confinent period, she didn’t go out to search but looked around every corner of the estate.

Though a naturally gentle woman, the strength of a mother shone through her fatigue, fear, and heartbreak, threatening her body’s breaking point.

The maids eventually escorted her back to the courtyard. She hadn’t eaten or drunk anything from midday until night.

Exhausted, they returned with lanterns to the courtyard by dusk.

The household, occupied with finding the Young Master, cared little for als.

All the other guests had left, only Madam Luo, Young Madam Luo’s family, and Luo family relatives remained.

So Luo family clan mbers, though their thoughts unknown, showed visible worry.

The Old Madam and Old Master, due to their health, couldn’t join the search, anxiously waiting in the courtyard.