Chapter 190: Perception of Low Energy
Jiang Jiang: Why can’t I sense Qidai?
[Qidai has a fragment of Ye Chacha's soul in her body. In essence, her consciousness is a special product that has been separated from the host and Ye Chacha. The host can use it because the system and Ye Chacha have issued instructions to wild elves at the same time, making serving the host the primary task. If it falls into the hands of others, it will just be a simple piece of metal and will be useless.]
Jiang Jiang: That means I haven’t yet bound its original consciousness, so I can only use it but not track it?
[Yes, you can say that.]
Jiang Jiang: How to check?
【System navigation. 】
Jiang Jiang: Can’t I still reach Ye Chacha’s level?
[In principle, yes. Ye Cha Cha is a cultivator. As long as she has spiritual energy, she can cultivate. The host only has martial arts but has never cultivated. Even if the host cultivates, the spiritual energy in the body cannot be gathered, and the host's cultivation is equivalent to wasting.]
Jiang Jiang was puzzled.
She asked again: Why?
[The host's physique is based on the cultivation of merit points, not ordinary spiritual energy. ]
Jiang Jiang was confused. She couldn't quite understand what the system was saying.
The system continued, [The higher the merit value, the more powerful the host will be than Ye Cha Cha without any training.]
Jiang Jiang: So I am still a loser who can only rely on the system, right?
[…Host, don’t be discouraged. To be chosen by the system, you must have something extraordinary. The system’s duty is to always be by your side and serve you.]
Jiang Jiang did not continue the topic, but instead asked: Let's check and see where Qidai went and keep an eye on her whereabouts.
[Ok, host. 】
Tan Shujue lay quietly on the hospital bed, his eyes closed, his face as pale as paper, as if he had lost all vitality.
He was slowly pushed out of the operating room by the nurse. He was covered with a thick white blanket, but one could still see that his back was covered with dense bandages, like a wounded butterfly.
It's so heartbreaking.
Not only that, his arms were also wrapped in many bandages, which made people worry about how serious his injuries were.
Recalling the moment the accident happened, Tan Shujue was on the operating table in the basement. He was rescued only when the wound thrown by Jiang Jiang cut open the operating table.
The operating table suddenly fell down, and the huge impact force moved the storage rack next to it, on which various beakers, test tubes and bottles were placed.
These fragile objects fell to the ground in an instant and shattered into countless pieces of sharp glass.
Poor Tan Shujue fell into the sharp corner of the metal table and happened to fall into the pile of broken glass. When he crawled out, he ignored the pain and moved on the ground dragging the broken glass along with him.
As a result, his arms were covered with hideous wounds and blood kept gushing out.
Every piece of broken glass was like the devil's fangs, ruthlessly tearing Tan Shujue's skin and revealing his bloody bones.
Due to excessive blood loss, Tan Shujue was in a coma and had to receive a blood transfusion with a blood bag.
Jiang Jiang watched him wake up.
Jiang Jiang and his brother were worried that their mother might not be able to cope with the illness, so they asked his brother to take her home.
After sending his mother off, his brother returned to the hospital to stay with Jiang Jiang and guard Tan Shujue's bedside.
"Shanshan seems to have many secrets that her brother doesn't know."
My brother looked lonely. He sat under the window and talked to himself.
"For example, skipping a grade in school, that picture book, and that little hooligans lying in the hospital bed..."
