Spiritual Energy Rejuvenation: I Began Cultivating By Farming-Chapter 1987 - 1133: [Part 2]

The Luo Family held a hundred-day banquet, and Madam Huang also wanted to go, to attend as a friend.

Unfortunately, the two families had already fallen out, and not only did her maternal family no longer associate with them, but their familial friendships were also broken.

The two friends had already fallen out with each other.

Madam Huang didn’t want to break off the friendship.

She visited multiple times with a friendly face.

What she received were words sent by the Young Madam Luo, stating they were no longer friends.

Madam Huang heard about the hundred-day banquet held by the Luo Family, while her own child didn’t even have a month-old celebration.

In the past two to three months, she saw her own son once, and he seemed just a bit healthier than before.

She didn’t bring the child back home.

The rumored child with a cursed body, she didn’t dare to keep him by her side.

In these two months without the child, money continued to flow out, and health returned.

Madam Huang was already considering giving up on her son; this son was unreliable, so she could have another.

Not only did she have this idea, but her in-laws also harbored the same thought.

The lively hundred-day banquet of the Luo Family.

The Huang Family was lonely and desolate, with no relatives or friends present.

Their children were born on different days, yet destined to be compared to each other.

The Young Lady Huang couldn’t enter the Luo Residence.

This time, even her maternal family had no capability to enter, having also quarreled with them.

The maternal family lost a child and blamed it on them.

Of course, everything leaves a trail, and Lady Wang also knew about the despicable acts of the maternal family.

Madam Huang never thought her own family would use her, trying to snatch away the wealth and status she meticulously planned for herself.

The maternal family failed and lost a child.

Madam Huang collaborated again with people from the Taoist Temple, learning from them that the child raised in the temple belonged to her family.

She did not bring the child back to her maternal home.

This was a punishment for her family.

In further actions, she could only seek the help of a Taoist, no longer trusting her family.

She was willing for the Taoist to succeed, and considered whether she could raise someone else’s child in her hands?

She felt the plan had already failed before, as the child’s face had been seen by others many times, unless a different face was given.

It’s impossible to openly raise the child by her side.

If discovered by others, she could even face legal repercussions.

Though she didn’t benefit, she still wanted them, and thought of abducting the child, so that at least her child’s cursed body could change.

As long as her child transferred luck from childhood to adolescence, her husband and their lives could change as well.

Madam Huang still had not given up on the idea of abducting the child.

This time she again allied with the Taoist, although their people couldn’t enter during the day and thought of entering at night.

Young Master Huang was not valued by his parents, three months had passed, reborn with no significant progress.

The hundred-day mark was tomorrow, and he wondered if there would be a hundred-day banquet since there wasn’t a one-month celebration?

Is this a vain hope?

Since infants can’t speak, he couldn’t talk to the wet nurse or maids, much less directly ask his mother.

The system changed his physique a little, but in this month, even fewer people came to their manor.

Young Master Huang was almost three months old but seemed as if just a month-old baby.

Due to his weak body, he appeared exceedingly frail.

His limbs weren’t as capable as an average three-month-old.

Others could already roll over, but he couldn’t.

Because of his physical condition, he slept more.

The system was anxious but felt unlucky, questioning why it contracted with a child?

Three months had passed with no progress whatsoever.

The system was ambitious, wanting to absorb luck from more people.

Initially, it wanted to assign tasks based on Young Master Huang’s body, to let him absorb some masculine energy.

Feeling the masculine energy absorbed was decreasing.

The system panicked, with the host staying in this manor indefinitely, was it waiting until he could speak before leaving this place?

Or would they be stuck in this manor forever?

If so, this host contracted by the system was indeed useless.

The system regretted, wondering why it contracted with a cursed body?

Why contract with someone unloved by both parents?

In its anxiety, the system kept blaming, forgetting that it was originally an evil system wanting to absorb others’ luck.

If not for encountering Young Master Huang’s cursed body, it would have never managed to contract.

The system, in its urgency, began assigning tasks not only to absorb luck from men.

On Young Master Huang’s hundred-day mark, the system started assigning tasks to absorb luck from women in leadership.

Young Master Huang knew fewer men appeared in the manor, related to him absorbing others’ luck.

He also understood that if he absorbed the luck from people around him, they’d eventually discard him, wet nurse and maids included.

Since his mother rarely visited the manor, the wet nurse and maids were not kind to him.

His frail body, constantly medicating, was quite burdensome.

He harbored resentment for his family and those around him.

Young Master Huang wasn’t foolish; he could absorb luck from other women in the manor but not from the wet nurse and maids by his side.

Even if the task given by the system was not completed, resulting in punishment.

Young Master Huang was determined to resist.

After waiting for two full months, on his hundred-day banquet, his mother finally came.

She brought some provisions.

There was no intention of taking him away yet.

Madam Huang looked at her biological son with a complex look.

Yesterday, she arranged for those Taoists to fetch the Luo Family’s young master.

They failed during the day and even more so at night.

On her son’s hundred-day banquet today, perhaps out of a sudden moral awakening, or a spark of maternal love, she bought some provisions.

Seeing her young son still wearing the clothes suitable for a newborn, a one-month-old baby.

Such clothing wouldn’t fit well three months later.

Her son still wore them very fittingly.

He was visibly weaker compared to other children.

Seeing her frail son, she wasn’t afraid of catching his cursed body, but she still met him.

A touch of maternal love surged in her heart, her eyes turned red looking at her son.

Madam Huang knew about certain things happening in the manor.

Oddly, men visiting the manor were either sick or frail.

This month, even some women and young girls working in the manor encountered various issues.

Strangely, children, wet nurse, and maids in the manor were perfectly fine.

Madam Huang felt pity, simultaneously intrigued, wondering if the cursed body only affected people selectively?

She previously assumed her own frail health was due to her son.

Later, she realized that the talisman arranged by the Taoist backfired when failing against the other party, influencing both her and her son.

This backlash was not only affecting the Taoist who took action, but her and her son as well.

Only yesterday did she learn about it, solving her confusion.

This was a clear case of trying to gain an advantage only to end up worse off.

The maternal love arose because of this incident.

Unable to have a grand celebration, she came to see her son in person.

Hence the scene of red eyes.

Young Master Huang looked at his mother, the young mother in his memory.

Now, it seemed his mother was overflowing with affection, though who would think this mother could be so heartless, not visiting her own son for a couple of months.

All for her husband and their prospects, intending to regard another’s child as her own.

Though he could benefit from it.

Young Master Huang was still resentful, experiencing life’s bitterness even in a small body.

A difficult life.

The soul of a young man couldn’t accept having less than others.

Seeing his mother about to shed tears, his heart didn’t soften.

No expression present.

His eyes looked at his mother without a smile, merely gazing earnestly.

Madam Huang saw her son’s expression, feeling odd, as if a mature gaze was coming from that small body?

This gaze made her guilty.

"Son, let mother hold you."

At that moment, a voice echoed in Young Master Huang’s mind.

"Host, host, please absorb the luck from your mother and the maids nearby."

"No," Young Master Huang rejected the idea, understanding and not foolish.