For Wizards, Spiritual Witches are a very special existence.
Compared to ordinary Wizards, Spiritual Witches are born with the ability to communicate with mysterious entities deep within the universe, borrowing some of their power.
The more powerful ones can steal the sky and change the sun, or move mountains and overturn seas with ease, while the weaker ones can also foresee the future and avoid death, prolonging life.
Most crucially, the vast majority of Spiritual Witches have a high chance of becoming Great Wizards.
This is enough to make most Wizards envious.
But for those Wizards with greater ambitions, a Spiritual Witch is only that much.
This is because spirituality places a huge burden on the mind, severely hindering a Spiritual Witch from progressing further on the Wizarding path.
More accurately, the arrival of a 'Spirit' can severely affect a Wizard's mental health.
Every 'Spirit' has its own unique 'Dao', and the Wizard who receives the spiritual read will be forced to walk on another's path.
This forced conversion can greatly influence a Spiritual Witch's temperament.
Spiritual Witches with milder symptoms might experience depression, mental fogginess, or loss of appetite; Spiritual Witches with more severe symptoms will lose self-control during 'Spirit Descent' and become lost in the power.
Such Spiritual Witches are considered a great disaster for the Wizarding World.
There was once a Spiritual Witch who lost control in the New World and had the notorious record of accidentally destroying a continent!
Perhaps negative rumors are more memorable, as the reputation of Spiritual Witches in the Wizarding World has always been poor.
Ordinary Wizards have always kept their distance from Spiritual Witches.
This might be why Li Meng has never revealed her identity.
But the Young Wizards of First University are not among them.
Upon learning that they had a classmate who was a Spiritual Witch, the freshmen's curiosity was thoroughly piqued, and everyone had endless questions.
From what Li Meng ate for three meals a day, to how old she was when she first guided a Spirit, to whether Spiritual Witches could fall in love.
All sorts of strange questions left Jiang Yu struggling to cope.
Zheng Qing was also very curious.
He really wanted to know which True Spirit Li Meng was receiving.
"Whose Spiritual Witch is she?" After the surrounding crowd had dispersed a bit, Zheng Qing finally couldn't help but ask.
Jiang Yu looked at him in surprise, saying nothing.
"Mind your manners," Zhang Jixin tugged at his robe from behind him.
Zheng Qing immediately realized his mistake.
Asking such a private matter in public was indeed very rude; using a frivolous word like 'whose' for a 'Spirit' was almost an offense.
He decisively shut his mouth, silently chanting 'Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! My sin, my sin!' in his heart.
Due to the commotion here, few guests in the bar were still focused on drinking.
Many people stood quietly around Li Meng, intending to lend a hand if necessary.
The Little Elves servers put the fruit baskets and wine bottles back on the bar, then sat on the highest shelf of the wine cabinet, swaying their wings and antennae, curiously watching the dense crowd below.
Most of the floating candles under the ceiling gathered above this bar counter, illuminating this area brightly.
Under the candlelight, the Multi-Armed Race bartender looked worriedly at the Little girl lying prostrate.
As time passed, Li Meng, who was lying on the bar counter, became increasingly flushed, and with each breath, a peculiar fragrance slowly diffused into the surroundings, occasionally eliciting suppressed exclamations from those around her.
If there were a priest here, he would know that this fragrance was a sign that the 'Spirit' was noticing the receiver.
The students watching discussed animatedly, astonished by this rare 'Spirit Descent' scene.
Jiang Yu, however, finally let out a deep sigh of relief.
"That's great, It didn't startle It," the female class monitor put away her worries, her face regaining its usual calm and composure.
Zheng Qing glanced at Xiao Xiao.
"If Li Meng caught the attention of that one, or if she guided that one to descend, then it wouldn't just be a fragrant aroma," Xiao Xiao also looked much more relaxed: "When a True Spirit descends into the world, purple energy floats around the pass, stretching for thousands of miles continuously; an exotic fragrance assails the nostrils, rolling for a hundred miles around.
There are even miraculous mirages, like a fairyland descending to the mortal realm."
Zheng Qing clicked his tongue in admiration, then suddenly asked, "You describe it so vividly, have you seen a Spirit Descent?"
"Don't you read?" Xiao Xiao said disdainfully.
Zheng Qing fell silent.
The exotic fragrance lingered, then gradually dissipated, but Li Meng remained sound asleep.
Zheng Qing vaguely heard her faint snores.
This was a bit undignified.
If this sleeping University student knew that he was watching her snore, she would definitely hunt down all who knew.
Zheng Qing felt it was necessary to mitigate this risk.
"Can't we take her back first?" He suppressed his smile and quietly reminded Jiang Yu.
"It's best not to move her easily," Xiao Xiao refuted from the side.
"Before her spiritual read stabilizes, Xiao Meng cannot be startled or disturbed in any way," Jiang Yu frowned, also looking helpless: "Otherwise, it will cause immense damage to her soul."
The deeply sleeping Li Meng seemed completely oblivious to the anxiety of others, she wrinkled her nose contentedly, and a trace of transparent drool dripped from the corner of her mouth, barely reaching her clothes.
Jiang Yu pulled out a handkerchief, wiped away the drool, and then casually dabbed her forehead.
"Is there any way to calm her mind and cool her down?" She looked up at the others, her tone a little anxious.
"Can ice work?" Ilena asked, pointing to the large basin of ice behind the bartender.
"Ice carries cold poison, so no," Jiang Yu shook her head.
"How about cold air?" Xin Fatty tapped his electronic watch on his wrist and leaned over: "I have a portable air conditioner on my USB drive, it can be assembled in a minute."
"No, cold air can easily cause evil winds to enter the body," this time it was Xiao Xiao who rejected the suggestion.
"How about a Qingxin Talisman?" Zheng Qing rummaged in his grey cloth bag, pulled out a crumpled talisman, and handed it over: "It calms the mind, pacifies the spirit, and nourishes the essence. Its effect is very gentle."
Jiang Yu was momentarily stunned, then her brows relaxed.
She took the crumpled talisman and released it onto Li Meng.
A warm, emerald-green aura spread out, enveloping Li Meng's small body.
Her breathing quickly stabilized, and her complexion gradually returned to normal.
Jiang Yu held Li Meng's wrist, and seeing her condition stabilize, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, her tone becoming much lighter:
"How long can this talisman last?"
Seeing Zheng Qing's puzzled look, she explained: "I plan to construct a seal and take Mengmeng back first.
After all, if she sleeps here, who knows when she'll wake up... it wouldn't look good."
"How much time do you need?"
"About half an hour," Jiang Yu looked at Zheng Qing, then hesitated again, adding: "Maybe twenty minutes will be enough."
Zheng Qing met her dark eyes, and a surge of heroic spirit suddenly rose in his heart.
He rolled up his sleeves, and the corners of his mouth curved upwards:
"Then you start preparing."
"As for this talisman..."
"It can last as long as you want it to!"
The onlookers immediately became excited.
The boys burst into an uproar, cheering loudly.
Jiang Yu pursed her lips, and said softly, "Thank you for your hard work."
With that, she took out a few jade pendants from the pouch at her waist and tied them to Li Meng's wrists and ankles.
"I need a small clear space," she looked up, sternly addressing the Multi-Armed Race Server behind the bar.
"The one thing my shop doesn't lack is space," a hoarse voice echoed in everyone's ears.
