Chapter 4

"You mean this jade pendant is a family heirloom passed down by the Lu ancestors, and you are the spirit of the space?"

"Yes, Master. There are only two types of people who can open the space: one is of the Lu family bloodline, and the other is someone who carries great destiny."

"However, this is a space artifact refined by the Lu ancestor. In principle, only descendants with the Lu family bloodline can fully open the space and awaken me."

"What if it's someone who carries great destiny?"

"They can open the space, but they can only obtain a small part of the inheritance, such as being able to enter and exit the space freely, and obtaining one drop of spiritual spring water every day."

Through the spirit's introduction, Shen Man gained a new understanding of the space artifact before her.

No wonder, when she read the novel, the space the female lead obtained was completely different from what she saw before her.

It turned out this was the Lu family's heirloom all along, a space artifact left by the ancestors for their descendants!

In the book, the female lead's space was only twenty square meters, and there was a water vat in the space with a lotus flower growing in it; every day, the lotus would produce a drop of morning dew, which was the spiritual spring water the female lead collected in containers.

Anyone who drank the spiritual spring water would not only have beautiful skin but would also feel refreshed and immune to all diseases.

In short, a dying person could sit up in surprise, and a mouthful of spiritual spring water could pull them back from the gates of hell!

As someone who also studied medicine, she couldn't understand how the female lead relied on spiritual spring water, without advanced medical training, glossing over surgery processes, medication, and suturing details in a few words, and just used spiritual spring water to save lives.

Yeah, being praised so magnificently, winning awards until her hands were soft, and becoming a chief physician, surgical department head, and hospital director at a young age.

How could this make those of them who were medical students and practitioners feel?

Right now, although the distance was a chaotic void, looking closely, the place she was in was an ancient-style courtyard.

A few steps away was a landscape of small bridges and flowing water.

In the pool under the bridge grew patches of lotus flowers, at least a hundred of them.

Looking at it this way, the spiritual spring water produced by the space she obtained was a hundred times stronger than the one drop the female lead got every day.

"Master, one immortal lotus produces only one drop of spiritual liquid per day. If it is not collected in a day, it will drip into the pool water as nourishment to keep the immortal lotus blooming forever."

The kitten was clearly just meowing, but Shen Man could understand what it was saying.

"Do you have a name?"

Shen Man strolled leisurely, crossed the wooden bridge, and pushed open the long-dusty fan-shaped door.

"Master, the ancestor called me 'Glutton,' but didn't give me a name."

"Glutton?"

Shen Man heard this, her lips curling upward; it seemed the Lu ancestor was also a person of character.

"Master, I've become small now, so my appetite must be small too. I'm very easy to raise, please don't abandon me."

The kitten looked at its new master pitifully, self-taught in acting cute and coquettish, even using a "clipping" voice.

"I didn't say I wouldn't keep you. How about you be called Tangyuan from now on?"

Shen Man was a fan of fluffy things; she actually had no resistance to fluffy little animals.

While speaking, she roughly scanned the interior layout.

It was a very minimalist Chinese style; in the center were the master's desk and chairs, and on both sides were bookshelves and jars.

"Okay, Master."

A flash of cunning passed through Tangyuan's eyes; Tangyuan, it liked this name.

"*Eighteen Husbands Dote on Me Alone*?"

Shen Man walked to the bookshelf, casually took down a spotless, ancient-looking book, read the title on the cover, and her pupils shook.

Good heavens, her first reaction: was the Lu ancestor a woman?

Second reaction: the Lu ancestor was a figure from a thousand years ago; wasn't Earth in the Age of Dharma Decline back then?

Right, it was only after the founding of the country that monsters weren't allowed to become demons; everything was possible.

After all, she was a living example; she had even squeezed into the niche genre of transmigrating into a book!

"Master, don't worry about the books here for now. First, make the jade bottle recognize you as its master. It's that small green bottle on the opposite shelf. After dripping blood to recognize the master, you can use your mind to collect the spiritual liquid produced by the immortal lotus; it has great uses."

Tangyuan covered its eyes with its paws, trying its best to make up for the ancestor and save a little face.

"Okay."

Shen Man had contracted with the space, so she could naturally feel the thoughts of the spirit Tangyuan.

She immediately returned the book to its place and then, following Tangyuan's instructions, made the jade bottle recognize her as its master.

It turned out the jade bottle was a storage artifact; the spiritual liquid collected in the jade bottle could completely preserve the spiritual energy within it, and it wouldn't dissipate over time.

After walking around, the treasures were pitifully few.

Shen Man sighed; after all, a thousand years had passed. In the courtyard, apart from the immortal lotus that could produce spiritual liquid and operate spiritual energy to nourish itself, the other spiritual plants left by the Lu ancestor had withered and dissipated.

Even Tangyuan, if not for the spiritual energy source remaining in the water pool, would probably have fallen into a permanent slumber.

"Master, I can find treasures. I can support myself in the future and honor you. Master, please don't dislike me for being useless..."

Tangyuan felt that its master was disappointed, and the kitten was very panicked, hurriedly trying to prove itself.

"How could I dislike you? I'm just thinking about how to use the space to help us all live a good life."

Shen Man rubbed Tangyuan's little head, thinking it was so cute.

No wonder the Lu ancestor contracted Tangyuan as the space spirit; it seemed that, like her, they were both fans of fluffy things.

"Master."

Tangyuan was moved to tears, and its stomach growled at just the right time.

"Pfft."

Shen Man poked the little guy's nose, hugged Tangyuan, and with a thought, exited the space.

She glanced at the watch on the quilt; over an hour had passed outside, meaning the time in the space was synchronized with the outside, not static.

Tangyuan opened its eyes wide, curiously looking around.

This was the outside world; the place the master lived was so small and so crude, it didn't suit its master at all!

"There's no cat food sold in this era, and you aren't a real cat, so eating human food should be fine, right?"

Shen Man dimmed the desk lamp and took out the food her grandfather had specifically bought for her: chicken cake, chocolate, and milk.

"I can eat it."

Tangyuan meowed, wagging its tail, sniffing with its nose, and it liked the golden-yellow chicken cake best, patting the chicken cake bag with its paws to indicate it wanted to eat that.

Shen Man was very patient and generous with her own beast.

After thinking, she took her lunch box out of the suitcase, opened the lid, poured milk into it, and let Tangyuan eat first while she went into the space to practice using her mind to collect the spiritual liquid into the small jade bottle.

In the Capital Hospital compound, at midnight, in a room on the second floor with a "Double Happiness" character posted on the door, on a large bed, the man slept peacefully, while the woman beside him had long hair stuck to her face, wet and dripping, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, making uncomfortable whimpering sounds.

"No, don't."

"It's, mine, don't you dare snatch it!"

"It's all mine, mine—"

"Ah~"

The woman woke up drenched in sweat, the red plum blossoms on her shoulders indicating how intense the intimacy had been before sleep.

Even though the movement had been great, the handsome man beside her still had his eyes tightly closed, his breathing even.

If one were to sniff the air in the room, one would find that the smell of alcohol on the man had not dissipated for a long time...