Chapter 107: Ghost Jade

“Good.”

Jiang Jian responded out of habit.

His gaze fell upon the box.

He couldn’t help but shrink his pupils.

The front of the box bore the words “Solid-Soul Capsule.”

As a child, Jiang Jian had heard of this medicine.

It was extremely expensive.

Each box required tens of thousands of Alliance Coins.

This large crate contained at least dozens of boxes.

“Jiang Zhao.”

Jiang Jian’s tone grew slightly cold: “Did you spend all the money I gave you on this?”

This time.

The girl did not retreat; instead, she spoke calmly: “Jiang Jian, eat one right now.”

“From now on, one every day—no exceptions.”

“It can truly cure your Soul-Loss Syndrome.”

“I’m not joking.”

Her voice was crisp and beautiful, filled with resolve.

“If you don’t listen to me this time, I won’t listen to you ever again.”

On the Linjiang Platform, all goods.

Were clearly priced and genuine.

Once purchased, no returns or exchanges were permitted.

Jiang Jian fell silent for a moment.

He turned his head slightly, glancing at the gray fox.

“Coming.”

The gray fox whispered, opened the box, and took out a box of medicine.

It condensed spiritual energy.

Hovering midair, it carried a capsule forward and placed it before Jiang Jian.

Jiang Jian reached out, took it, and swallowed one “Solid-Soul Capsule.”

A few seconds later.

Jiang Jian’s expression subtly shifted.

He clearly sensed it.

The capsule had dissolved.

Turning into a faint, pure spiritual force that sank into the depths of his soul.

But against the terrible void and countless cracks in his soul,

It was still like trying to fill a well with a cup of water.

Seeing Jiang Jian take the medicine,

On the other end of the communication, the girl’s tone softened, gentle: “How do you feel?”

Jiang Jian nodded slightly: “It works.”

Hearing this,

Jiang Zhao’s previously tense face instantly melted like snow, revealing a joyful smile.

“Soul-Loss Syndrome is rare.”

“The number of theological physicians studying it is likewise small.”

“Solid-Soul Capsule.”

“Is currently.”

“The most effective medicine for treating Soul-Loss Syndrome.”

As the girl finished speaking,

Jiang Jian replied: “Alright, I’ll take the medicine on schedule.”

“The Divine-Gifted weapon I bought for you should arrive soon.”

“Train hard.”

The communication ended.

Jiang Jian sat on the sofa, staring at the medicine crate.

Ji Xue stepped forward, wagging her tail: “As long as it works.”

Jiang Jian remained silent, saying nothing.

This medicine did indeed replenish spiritual soul energy.

But its effect was minuscule.

Calling it “a cup of water for a well” was already an overstatement.

Theological physicians of the Four Realms of Earth-Moon had managed to develop even this much.

That was already commendable.

After all,

Even “she” had once said:

Soul-Loss Syndrome differs from Soul-Departure Syndrome.

Its treatment is extraordinarily difficult.

Soul-Departure Syndrome merely means the soul and body are naturally separated.

But the soul itself,

From beginning to end, remains whole.

There is no actual missing part.

As long as the soul and body are reunited,

Soul-Departure Syndrome heals.

But Soul-Loss Syndrome,

Is the absence of the soul.

This absence cannot be repaired.

Because the soul is unique.

Only upon reaching the Spirit Platform Realm can one glimpse soul cultivation.

Only then does a sliver of chance exist to mend the soul.

“She once said she was a theological physician whose skill rivaled creation itself.”

“Her art approached divinity.”

“And she intended to save more people.”

Jiang Jian’s gaze was calm.

She had cured his sister’s illness.

He was deeply grateful.

But for himself,

The cost had been equally heavy.

Even so,

Jiang Jian had never, not for a moment, harbored resentment or blamed fate.

After all,

Curing his sister was his own choice.

Made a choice.

Would not regret it.

“Buy more food—follow your usual menu.”

Jiang Jian stood up and walked toward the bathroom.

Gold thread embroidery along the hem of his dark robe glowed faintly.

Hearing this,

Ji Xue froze, not daring to delay.

As she headed toward the machinery room, she murmured: “I remember you used to eat very little.”

“I haven’t eaten in a long time.”

Jiang Jian spoke coldly, shutting the bathroom door behind him.

“Alright.”

Ji Xue replied, looked up at the tall mechanical butler, and smiled.

“Four portions of boiled chicken with spicy dipping sauce—deboned and sliced.”

“Two portions each of pineapple gold thread, mapo tofu, and charcoal-grilled beef leg.”

What should we eat for the main course...

Ji Xue swiped its claws across the holographic screen.

Two portions of spicy chicken noodles, two portions of clear-simmered pork bone soup, and two portions of sweet egg tarts.

And some snacks too...

A few minutes later.

Ji Xue’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. It left the mechanical room, curled up on the sofa, and began scrolling through its identity device.

“Understood. I’ll go retrieve the meal right away.”

The robotic butler responded and entered the mechanical room.

It raised its arm, glancing at the large pile of items Ji Xue had ordered.

It swiped the screen again, checked the dining hall’s balance, and frowned strangely.

When the academy opened.

Jiang Jian deposited 1,000 Alliance Coins into the dormitory dining hall’s account.

In just a few days.

Ji Xue had already eaten nearly half of it.

The meals here aren’t expensive.

On the contrary, they’re extremely cheap.

This rate of food consumption.

In the robotic butler’s view, was exceedingly rare.

“Huh?”

Jiang Jian finished his bath and stepped out of the bathroom.

He stared at the table, piled high with food, nearly spilling over, and paused in surprise.

Ji Xue stood on the chair, all four paws planted firmly: “Waiting for you to eat.”

Jiang Jian’s hair was still damp.

Dark strands hung down over his pale forehead.

He walked over to Ji Xue, sat down, and said: “Eat.”

A few meals won’t cost many Alliance Coins.

Jiang Jian didn’t care about that.

What surprised him was.

The food Ji Xue had ordered.

Almost all of it were dishes Jiang Zhao loved.

“These are all your favorite dishes?”

Jiang Jian took a sip of soup and asked.

“Yes,” Ji Xue nodded. “What’s wrong?”

Jiang Jian shook his head: “Nothing.”

“By the way,” Ji Xue ate a bite of rice, then suddenly said, “Besides the medicine box, there’s another package.”

It sounded slightly guilty. “Sorry, I almost forgot.”

As it spoke,

Ji Xue leapt to the door, gathered spiritual energy in its claws, and held out a small box.

The box was tiny, pure black.

Gazing at it, one felt as if one’s gaze were sinking into it.

“This was delivered by a staff member from the dormitory.”

Ji Xue placed the box before Jiang Jian.

“The staff said it was from a student named Shi Xuan.”

“He asked us to deliver it.”

“Besides you, several others received the same box.”

“This item wasn’t on the delivery list, so I forgot about it.”

Ji Xue blinked. “You’re not mad at me, are you?”

Jiang Jian said nothing, took the box in his hand.

The black box was small.

Held in his palm,

it felt heavy, unnaturally so.

Ji Xue whispered a reminder: “The staff said to open it with your identity device.”

Jiang Jian nodded, swiped his identity device.

Click.

The black box opened.

Shi Xuan’s calm voice emerged from within: “I found my mother.”

“So I’ll be leaving for a while.”

“Inside is a gift I’ve prepared for you.”

“During these days in the study squad, I’ve been very happy.”

“Thank you.”

Inside the box lay a piece of white jade.

Jiang Jian fell silent for a moment, then put the box away and took the jade in hand.

He examined it briefly.

But found nothing unusual about it.

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