Feng Residence.
Under normal circumstances, the attendant at the entrance would certainly have mocked Feng Luan. However, upon seeing the large bloodstain covering the azure dress on her body, he immediately fell silent.
He could only watch her walk into the Feng Residence.
Gazing at her back, he muttered, “What a jinx...”
As Feng Luan walked toward the courtyard where the original host had lived, she spared some of her attention to examine the condition of this body. If the inability to Cultivate had been caused by the removal of the Phoenix Divine Bone, then logically, her cultivation should merely have progressed slowly. She should not have become completely unable to Cultivate.
Therefore, there had to be another problem.
Moreover, Feng Luan discovered that the token she had carried with her had also followed her to the alternate world and had even acknowledged her as its master.
The token engraved with the primordial totem floated in her Sea of Consciousness. Flames covered its entire body, radiating a purple glow.
Unfortunately, this body had no spiritual power, so she had no way to resonate with the Phoenix Token.
She had to quickly investigate exactly why this body could not Cultivate.
After walking for approximately the time it took to burn an incense stick, Feng Luan finally arrived at the original host’s residence.
The pavilion was dilapidated, weeds grew thickly throughout the courtyard, and a dry well was covered in moss. After entering the house, she found that part of the roof leaked whenever it rained. Although the inside was shabby, the original host had kept it very clean: a bed, a table, a dressing table, and washed-out bedding and bed curtains.
Feng Luan felt a surge of anger as she looked around. Everything in the Feng Family, inside and out, belonged to the original host. Yet now, it had been occupied by those from the collateral branch. Not only that, they had treated the original host like a dog, ordering her around and abusing her.
Sooner or later, she would reclaim everything, with interest.
For now, she first had to examine the true condition of this body, so she could treat the underlying problem and begin Cultivating as soon as possible.
However, she needed to stop the bleeding first.
Her body was covered in wounds, some severe enough to expose the bone. Fortunately, the original host usually tinkered with medicinal herbs in the rear courtyard, drying and grinding them into powder. Otherwise, Feng Luan might have needed to make a trip to the medical clinic.
After applying the medicine, Feng Luan removed her shoes and socks, sat cross-legged on the bed, and attempted to see whether this Golden Core could absorb spiritual power.
That attempt lasted the entire night.
Feng Luan had no idea that the scene of her flinging away the Silver Wolf during the day had greatly shocked the people of the capital city. It had even become a topic of conversation after meals. Some believed that the good-for-nothing had awakened, but most thought that Feng Luan’s action had merely been a desperate burst of strength. They believed she was only seeking attention and could not escape the title of good-for-nothing.
As for the challenge issued between her and Feng Xiaoxiao, everyone in the city naturally already knew about it. One after another, they sighed at Feng Luan’s overestimation of herself.
Meanwhile, the person at the center of all the discussion had begun Cultivating, attempting to absorb the spiritual power around her.
Tiny beads of sweat covered her forehead. Wisps of milky white spiritual power lingered around the girl, yet stubbornly refused to enter her body.
The morning sunlight passed through the window and shone upon the girl. The bloodstains on her azure dress had dried, adorning the hem like plum blossoms in full bloom—lonely and desolate.
Suddenly, those pitch-black eyes opened. Her thin lips parted slightly, and she exhaled a breath of turbid air.
“A whole night has passed... yet I still haven’t discovered exactly where this body’s inability to Cultivate lies. Although the Phoenix Divine Bone is gone, the spiritual root hasn’t been damaged. Logically, I should still be able to Cultivate...”
“Although there are large amounts of toxins in my body, that isn’t the reason I can’t Cultivate. Where exactly does the problem lie...?”
This left Feng Luan utterly puzzled.
But she was not discouraged. Today, she planned to begin by laying a solid foundation in other areas.
The cultivation method on this continent was the same as the method she had used before.
The divisions of spiritual power were also essentially the same as those of the Ancient Martial Continent where she had once lived. The basic entry level consisted of spirit practitioners from Rank 1 to Rank 9, followed by the spirit king, spirit saint, Spirit Venerable, spirit emperor, and spirit god realms. Each realm was further divided into the initial stage, intermediate stage, advanced stage, and great perfection.
However, the Void Spirit Continent valued beast taming above all else. Once a cultivator began Cultivating, they had to learn how to contract a spirit beast.
Aside from cultivators, the Void Spirit Continent also had other professions. Alchemists, talisman masters, formation masters, artifact refiners, and a host of other popular professions were highly sought after throughout the continent.
As it happened, Feng Luan had been a talisman master in her Past Life.
Her master, Elder Fu, was a saint realm talisman master. Even someone who had only just entered this profession could live comfortably in a medium-sized aristocratic family.
After all, becoming a talisman master required exceptionally powerful spiritual power.
While examining the body’s meridians, Feng Luan also checked the original host’s spiritual power, and the result shocked her completely.
In her Past Life, she had proudly considered herself a genius. Whether in cultivation or talisman crafting, she had reached heights that her peers could not.
Yet her spiritual power had been limited.
But this body’s spiritual power was limitless.
A good-for-nothing?
Feng Luan sincerely wanted to gouge out the eyes of everyone who had called the original host a good-for-nothing and grind them beneath her feet, leaving them able only to look up at her and see clearly: if she was a good-for-nothing, then what did that make them?
Therefore, for now, she could consider talisman crafting first.
If she could not figure out for the time being why this body was unable to Cultivate, she would have to find another path and first obtain this world’s common currency to purchase what she needed.
After all, money could make the devil turn millstones.
Moreover, talisman crafting required purchasing talisman paper and ink.
That also required money.
Fortunately, the original host usually sold the medicinal powder she ground to help support the household. Otherwise, Feng Luan truly would not have had a single coin.
The moment Feng Luan stood up, the strong stench of blood rose from below, causing her to knit her brows tightly.
She had been in too much of a hurry yesterday and had forgotten to change her clothes.
Looking at the tattered clothes on her body, Feng Luan could not help feeling regretful. This seemed to have been the finest outfit the original host possessed.
Among the faded dresses, Feng Luan chose her favorite red long dress. It was also the original host’s only red dress.
Carrying a basin and a cloth for wiping her body, she went to the stream in the rear mountain. After removing her clothes, she briefly cleaned the wounds and bloodstains.
She then took the ground medicinal powder and applied it before changing into the red long dress. She threw the tattered azure dress she had removed into the basin.
Once she bought talisman paper and returned to make a cleansing talisman, she would be able to restore this dress to its original clean appearance.
After finishing everything, Feng Luan carried the basin back into the house and put it away. She picked up the original host’s black veiled hat from the side and put it on.
The weather was pleasant today.
Although she had not discovered exactly why she was unable to Cultivate, the weakness in her body had improved because the spiritual energy that had circulated around her the previous night had accelerated the healing of her wounds.
However, not everyone could use the spiritual power in the air to heal their wounds. Only cultivators above the spirit venerable realm could do so.
Although she was not a Spirit Venerable now, she had been one before and knew this method like the back of her hand.
Sooner or later, she would return to her former height—and climb even higher, reaching a realm that would command the attention of countless people.
She would make everyone on the continent look up to her, and trample beneath her feet every person who had once bullied her!
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