Married a Big Cat After Transmigrating to the Interstellar Era – CH9

Chapter 9

With Jian Mo’s reassurance, Shi Xiaowang finally relaxed.

[Alright then, sorry to trouble you, sir.]

Even though he felt relieved, there was still a trace of frustration in his chest.

His brows remained furrowed.

These days living in the Marshal’s mansion had almost made him forget the existence of that vile couple. Being disgusted by them again out of nowhere truly made his stomach turn.

Although he had promised Jian Mo to leave this matter in his hands, he couldn’t help but feel guilty. Given Jian Mo’s own circumstances, Shi Xiaowang worried that he had only added yet another burden to the man.

But if he were to confront that couple directly without evidence, it would surely bring trouble to Jian Mo as well.

At some point, the lion had quietly padded over. When Shi Xiaowang’s hand brushed against that soft fur, he instinctively gave it a rub. When he came back to his senses, Uncle Ye had already left the room.

Since there was no one else around, Shi Xiaowang simply sat down on the carpet and leaned against the lion, letting out a long sigh.

“Da Meow, am I really that troublesome? Your master has helped me so much, yet I can’t solve any of his problems. Instead, I keep causing new ones. I’m so useless…”

The lion gave a low growl, glaring at him in obvious displeasure.

What kind of nonsense was that supposed to be?

Shi Xiaowang didn’t understand the growl’s meaning, but he could still feel the comfort in it. Smiling, he rubbed the lion’s head a few more times.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep working hard. I have to do what I can do.”

The lion made no further sound. He watched the boy for a moment, then also lay down on the carpet, allowing Shi Xiaowang to rest against his warm belly and curling his large body protectively around him.

Surrounded by soft, comforting fur, Shi Xiaowang’s gloomy mood began to lift.

Da Meow was finally willing to reconcile with him again! That meant he could cuddle and pet the big cat as much as he wanted!

When the war finally ended, gossip and entertainment news gradually reclaimed the headlines. And among all the trending topics, anything related to Jian Mo still dominated the public eye—partly a lingering echo of the war, partly pure curiosity. He remained the favorite subject of after-dinner chatter.

The upcoming charity gala thus became the new national focus of discussion.

But Shi Xiaowang no longer paid attention to any of those comments—because he had made a discovery that thrilled him far more.

Ever since Jian Mo taught him the method to stimulate a spirit entity that day, Shi Xiaowang had been experimenting with it occasionally. Although he still hadn’t successfully awakened a spirit entity, he had begun sensing a faint trace of his old purification ability emerging from his spiritual sea.

Excited, he asked Meng Zhan for a day off to perform an experiment on one of the small potted plants in his room.

He hadn’t told anyone about this, since he wasn’t sure of the outcome and didn’t want to give false hope.

There was no one else in the room—but Da Meow was there.

At first, Jian Mo didn’t notice anything unusual. He assumed Shi Xiaowang was simply training his spiritual power. But when he saw the faint glow forming at Shi Xiaowang’s fingertips, his casual demeanor turned serious.

Shi Xiaowang’s eyes were closed, his body tense. Jian Mo didn’t interrupt, quietly stepping closer, his gaze fixed on him.

This was not an ordinary spirit awakening.

Because Jian Mo himself was in spiritual form, his sensitivity to spiritual power was far beyond that of others.
But the energy coming from Shi Xiaowang didn’t resemble any known spiritual pattern—it was something entirely different.

Jian Mo grew anxious. The boy’s condition worried him deeply. Yet, strangely enough, the longer he stayed near Shi Xiaowang, the calmer he felt. It was as though, after a long journey, he had finally reached a pavilion where he could rest.

Shi Xiaowang, completely unaware of any of this, was fully focused on that faint trace of purification power.

He couldn’t wait to find out whether his old ability could still purify the pollution here.

If it worked, maybe—just maybe—he could finally help Jian Mo.

Before starting, he had tested all his plants for pollution and deliberately chosen the one with the lightest contamination.

Guiding his ability through the plant’s veins, he finally reached the blackened areas. The once tranquil energy suddenly spread out like a net, wrapping around the dark substance.

Shi Xiaowang’s heart leapt with joy.

He didn’t feel the sharp, stabbing pain that spiritual backlash usually brought. That meant—it was working!

While controlling his spiritual power to replenish his spiritual sea, he continued driving his ability to envelop and consume the pollution within the plant.

After about fifteen minutes, his face had turned pale.

Even in spiritual form, spiritual power normally circulated within the body—but this ability was draining his spiritual energy like fuel, continuously burning it to sustain the purification.

Seeing his worsening complexion, Jian Mo finally couldn’t hold back and was about to stop him—but before he could, Shi Xiaowang had already finished, slumping weakly against the lion with shining eyes, staring at the plant before him.

The lion growled softly, eyes filled with concern.

Shi Xiaowang curved his eyes in a bright smile, wrapped his arms around the lion’s neck, and exclaimed,

“Da Meow! I did it! I really did it!”

His voice trembled with excitement and joy.

Confirming that Shi Xiaowang was not seriously harmed, Jian Mo turned his gaze to the plant.

He hadn’t noticed its condition earlier, too focused on the boy’s state—but now, at Shi Xiaowang’s words, he finally observed it closely and could sense the change.

Its color, its vitality, even the faint aura it emitted—all were fresher and gentler than any normal plant.

Jian Mo’s expression grew complicated. Meng Zhan’s words flashed through his mind, yet the reality before him still felt unbelievable.

Shi Xiaowang released the lion, grabbed a bottle of nutrient solution Meng Zhan had made for him, and began replenishing his drained spiritual energy.

Meanwhile, Jian Mo stepped up to the plant and tested it with his own spiritual sense. The result froze him where he stood.

There was no trace of pollution left in the plant.

Even newborn plants inevitably carried genetic contamination, yet this one—was pure. Completely clean.

Jian Mo looked back at Shi Xiaowang, his heart surging with indescribable awe.

“Alright, I’ve rested enough. I’ll take it for a full test—then I can really be sure,” Shi Xiaowang said, unaware of the lion’s stunned expression as he patted his head and picked up the pot.

Jian Mo followed beside him, unusually alert, not at all his usual lazy self.

Shi Xiaowang glanced at him curiously and teased, “You’re actually coming out for a walk? See, I told you—if you keep eating and sleeping all day, you’ll turn into a big fat cat someday.”

Jian Mo didn’t respond. Even without a test, he already knew—the plant had been purified.

The implications of that fact were immeasurable.

If plants could be purified, then perhaps even polluted spiritual seas could be cleansed. Maybe those soldiers who’d fought and been corrupted on the battlefield could finally be freed from their madness.

If that were possible…

Countless thoughts flooded Jian Mo’s mind. Walking beside Shi Xiaowang, watching his bright profile and listening to his chatter, he drew in a long breath, suppressing the turbulence within him.

This couldn’t be made public.

Just purifying a single plant had nearly exhausted Shi Xiaowang. This ability was far too precious—and dangerous. Before he could protect himself, Jian Mo would have to protect him.

When they entered the medical lab, Meng Zhan was in the middle of an experiment, occasionally glancing at a hovering live broadcast from the StarNet.

On screen, Shi Xiaowang’s so-called “aunt” was giving an interview.

The Duke’s mansion was lavishly decorated; elegantly dressed guests moved through the ballroom, laughing and chatting over wine glasses.

“Oh, you two are here?” Meng Zhan grinned at the sight of the boy and the lion. “Here to watch the show?”

“Oh, right—it’s today, huh?”

Shi Xiaowang looked at the screen and set the plant on a side shelf.

“I completely forgot about it.”

“No worries, it just started,” Meng Zhan said casually, then threw a glance at Jian Mo. “The real show’s later.”

“I wonder how the Marshal plans to handle it.”

After that last message exchange, Meng Zhan hadn’t contacted Jian Mo again—not out of neglect, but simply because he hadn’t had time.

Shi Xiaowang glanced at the scrolling comments and frowned.

[Forget the young duke; that man probably won’t dare to show up. After all, he even disrespected the old Marshal. What right does he have to attend a charity gala?]
[I bet the young duke won’t come. If that man covets his inheritance, who knows what he might do to him. Didn’t they say he already took over all the young duke’s assets?]
[You’re overthinking. I’ve seen Huanhuan’s stream—heard the young duke isn’t a good one either. Just another ungrateful brat like that man. Maybe they’re in it together.]
[What a disgrace to the old Duke and the old Marshal—to have such descendants!]
[Don’t insult the old Marshal! That man was just an adopted orphan. What’s he got to do with the Marshal’s family?]

Shi Xiaowang’s expression darkened as he read.

Meng Zhan switched off the comment feed and changed the subject.

“Don’t waste your eyes on garbage. Just listen to the sound and watch the show. So, what brings you here?”

“Came to test this plant.”

Shi Xiaowang smiled lightly, playing along.

“This plant—”

He didn’t even finish the sentence. As a fellow Plant-type esper, Meng Zhan immediately sensed something strange. Exchanging a look with Jian Mo, who had grown visibly serious, he said nothing more and began running diagnostic tests.

When the results came out, the room fell silent—except for the faint sound of the ongoing auction broadcast.

Staring at the report, Meng Zhan was stunned. His shock was even greater than Jian Mo’s. As a Plant-type himself, he could feel the impossibility of what he was seeing. His mouth hung open, speechless for a long time.

The silence stretched until Shi Xiaowang finally rubbed his nose and explained,

“A few days ago, sir taught me how to awaken my spirit entity. But instead of feeling a spirit entity, I sensed a new kind of ability—something I hadn’t noticed before. So I tried it on this plant, and… it actually worked.”

His calm tone softened the heavy atmosphere.

After a long pause, Meng Zhan finally chuckled. He waved the test report and said to Jian Mo, half-joking and half in awe,

“Who would’ve thought—our Xiaowang might just turn out to be the savior of us all.”

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