Chapter 8: Spiritual Repair Agent

The square room was empty, with a bed over two meters wide against the inner wall, a beast‑skin carpet in the middle, and a wardrobe standing alone against the wall.

Apart from that there was no furniture, causing Lin Manzhi to sigh, thinking how foresighted she was to not bring a blanket when moving.

"You did quite well," Lin Manzhi said after looking, nodding with satisfaction, praising the two Supernatural Male Beasts.

Tu Li and Tu Yong straightened their backs upon hearing, their faces showing the joy and pride of having completed their master's task.

Mian Yong: "If you have no other orders, sir, we'd like to leave now and return to our master's side early."

With a longing to return etched on her face, Lin Manzhi saw this and made no further demands, gladly letting the two follow the Brown Horse Warrior Squad in the courtyard back.

A large group in the courtyard left quickly; Lin Manzhi closed the courtyard gate, turned back toward the house, intending to examine the home closely.

Mo Lie stayed beside Lin Manzhi, but when he deliberately concealed his presence, few could notice him.

Lin Manzhi removed her Headscarf and walked straight into the room, as if she were alone.

She reached the wall, pushed open the tiny double wooden lattice window, and saw her own courtyard covered in yellow sand.

Ah, what a barren patch of land.

Lin Manzhi's eyes were bright; having never been to a desert before, she found the sight rather fresh.

The desert seemed suitable for planting dates; dates are sweet and dry easily, and the Mall on the farm sells such seeds for just 500 earn coins.

Why not plant one in our courtyard? Then we'll have countless dates to eat!

Later we can first grow it in a spatial farm for a while, and once mature, transplant it here, so we can quickly enjoy dates.

And plant some water‑storing crops…

While daydreaming about the courtyard's future, a shadow suddenly fell over Lin Manzhi from behind, enveloping her completely.

She abruptly turned, only to see Mo Lie standing behind her.

He had already taken off the black Headscarf, his slightly long ink‑black hair looking even messier, his eyes and brows showing a sickly hue, clearly very uncomfortable; his eyes, brighter than the sky, involuntarily twitched from the pain.

Mo Lie's brows and eyes were beast‑like and fierce, and when they met there was a pressure like that of a pure wild beast; Lin Manzhi saw that this Supernatural Male Beast lowered his lashes and, in a low hoarse voice, asked, "Wife Master, what would you like for lunch?"

Lin Manzhi was taken aback, feeling unaccustomed to this kind of interaction,

She turned her head again, her gaze returning to the courtyard outside the window, and said, "I'm not hungry yet."

Lin Manzhi placed her hand on the Beast Skin Bag at her waist, pressing the tube of Spiritual Repair Agent she always wore.

At present, only she and Mo Lie remained in the room; after the bumpy journey, she saw Mo Lie's condition visibly sagging.

He could force his body to do anything without issue, but the pain would not lessen.

This feminine reply left Mo Lie unsure what to do; according to his usual behavior, if he displeased the Wife Master he would kneel and beg for punishment.

Yet the current feminine seemed not to want him to do that?

In that moment, Mo Lie felt a hint of bewilderment he had never known before.

Lin Manzhi took the Beast Skin Bag off her waist, turned back, and only then noticed Mo Lie's complexion seemed worse than before.

She turned, standing face‑to‑face with Mo Lie, clenched the Beast Skin Bag in one hand, glanced toward the bed behind, and dryly said, "Go lie down."

Mo Lie turned back to glance at the bed, and as instructed walked to the bedside and lay down, his blue eyes revealing no emotion, "Wife Master, what would you like to do?"

Among the Beastfolk here, after a Bond, they use this title to denote the female's dominance; Lin Manzhi felt awkward hearing it, having suggested on the road that the other change the address, but the other insisted, so she simply ignored it.

She walked to the bedside and sat down; even now, being with the strange, magical spouse Mo Lie felt a bit unnatural. She extended a fingertip to grab the sleeve of Mo Lie's Black Cloak: "Take off your clothes and turn over."

They had been married for several days; even on the wedding night they were in the same carriage on the road, and so far they hadn't done anything, their relationship remained fairly peaceful.

"Alright."

Mo Lie didn't ask further, immediately unfastened his belt and removed the Black Cloak; whatever the Wife Master asked, he obeyed, as Supernatural Male Beasts do after a successful Bond.

Lin Manzhi also said little, picked up the long‑stored tube of Spiritual Repair Agent, opened its seal, fitted the fine white, needle‑like canine‑tooth tip, and reached out to lift the hair behind Mo Lie's head.

Cool fingertips brushed Mo Lie's nape and spine, finally pausing above his vertebrae, and injected the Spiritual Repair Agent—

The canine‑tooth pierced skin and flesh; Mo Lie's fingertips clenched hard, his finger joints whitening, instantly realizing what this meant for a Supernatural Male Beast.

Mo Lie relaxed his fingers; his Spirit Core was already shattered, so the effect of the repair agent would only grant him temporary comfort.

Perhaps half a month, perhaps a month, the effect would fully wear off, and the inevitable pain would return as before.

With pain in his body, Mo Lie had no intention of finding a solution; to him it was not worth it—if his Spirit Core were intact, the cost would be trivial, but now…

Mo Lie lay on the bed, his tightened back and shoulder‑blade muscles visible beneath the black clothing, his drooping head obscuring his expression, his voice hoarse: "Wife Master, you are now in a desert; you shouldn't spend so much on useless things."

The other's figure was strong, beautiful, and powerful, like a crouching black panther—silent yet deadly.

Upon closer look, a faint, barely perceptible despondency emerged, like an injured beast in hiding, stirring a deep sense of compassion.

Lin Manzhi wanted to reach out and rub Mo Lie's head, but in the end only her fingers twitched without extending.

Recalling the original book's description of Mo Lie, before his Spirit Core shattered he had rejected several females' advances.

Mo Lie had never intended to bind his future to a weak female, which is why after bonding with Lin Ling, he needed such deep resolve in his heart to crawl out and annihilate Lin Ling's entire family.

Otherwise, when a method to repair his Spirit Core is found in the future, if Mo Lie wishes, I will let him go then; with his willpower, there is nothing preventing him from living independently.

Of course, the most important thing is a peaceful separation; now we can mend relations, and later the story's inevitable tragic ending will be undone.

Lin Manzhi mused aimlessly for a while, then smiled gently, "You're not useless; you were injured protecting the Beastfolk in the city, after all."