The Golden Medal Fierce Consort
Chapter 9: Who Cast the Spiritual Curse on Her?
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But he had seen it with his own eyes; it was indeed Red Rank Stage Three, but why then could the spirit stones not detect Hua Jinse's spiritual power?
If one were to say someone was impersonating her? Then who would be bored enough to expend their own spiritual power to transform into a loser like Hua Jinse?
On the surface of the late autumn lake, as the wind gently brushed past, ripples spread out in successive circles.
"No, no, still no!" Located in the center of the lake, the Phantom Demon was completely submerged in the water, with only her head exposed.
She repeated the incantation over and over, circulating her qi through her dantian, attempting to use the icy lake water to stimulate her acupoints so that she could continue cultivating her spiritual power.
But after several attempts, the result remained the same; she simply could not mix the spiritual power gathered in her dantian into her own bloodline to let it circulate through her body as she chanted the spells.
If the spiritual power could not enter her bloodline, it meant she was unable to cultivate spiritual power.
"Damn it, could this body truly be a loser?" the Phantom Demon screamed in her heart in frustration.
Yet, she still composed herself and chanted the incantation once more, but the result was still the same.
"Could it be that this body's bloodline has been sealed by a spiritual curse?? Is that why Hua Jinse cannot cultivate spiritual power?!" The Phantom Demon revealed a look of horror. If that were truly the case, it would explain why Hua Jinse's spiritual power value had soared to 50 at birth only to turn into a loser afterward.
Just who would use such a despicable and low cunning method?
As her gaze flickered, she noticed that an extra person had appeared on the pavilion across from her.
The moment Rong Jin stood at the pavilion, he knew the other party had discovered him.
Judging by her posture, she seemed to be cultivating spiritual power, though she appeared to be at a complete loss.
"Do you need help?" Rong Jin leaned against the long railing and called out.
However, the Phantom Demon's expression tightened.
With a "bang," a massive vortex suddenly erupted from the calm lake water. The Phantom Demon leaped from the center of the lake and landed beneath the willow tree opposite her. She was soaking wet, but as the cold wind blew, she did not feel even a hint of chill.
Turning around, the Phantom Demon prepared to leave.
In the blink of an eye, Rong Jin had already arrived in front of her.
The lake water had washed away the grime from the Phantom Demon's face, revealing her originally exquisite and stunning features: eyes like misty starlight, brows as beautiful as a painting, and lips a touch of vermilion.
Her wet clothes further perfectly outlined her tall and slender figure.
Looking at her this way, Hua Jinse truly was a peerless beauty; it was only because she had been obscured by filth for years that her charms had been buried.
"Move," the Phantom Demon spoke coldly, her gaze not even glancing at Rong Jin.
She was currently fuming with rage and had no leisure to deal with this person who had suddenly appeared.
Rong Jin gave a light smile, which inevitably carried a hint of wickedness: "Why have you been hiding your spiritual power for all these years?"
In Rong Jin's opinion, that massive vortex on the lake surface just now was not something a loser, or even someone at the Red Rank stage, could have produced.
And since the person before him was undoubtedly Hua Jinse, Rong Jin naturally assumed that she was intentionally hiding her spiritual power.
"None of your business. Get lost before I lose my temper," the Phantom Demon's voice came out as sharp as willow silk, as if she were suppressing her anger.
Damn it, stop bothering her!
Rong Jin did not move his feet: "You've likely hit a bottleneck while cultivating at Red Rank Stage Three, haven't you? I can help you!"
"Help me?" The Phantom Demon let out a cold snort. How could he help her? This body of hers had been placed under a spiritual curse!