Chapter 11: I Will Teach You How to Cultivate

As for the Shattered Realm, legends say it only appears in the higher planes of the Holy Spirit Continent; she hadn't expected this little brat to think so highly of her.

Su Wanluo sat down on the ground with a thud and picked up a stalk of foxtail grass in her mouth. "Women of the Charm Race are born unable to cultivate, didn't you know that?"

"Bullshit!" the little brat cursed excitedly. "Every race in this world can cultivate, and the Charm Race can too..."

"Really?"

Su Wanluo pulled the foxtail grass from her mouth and raised an eyebrow in surprise. "But I've sensed it; my body has no Spirit Source at all."

The Spirit Source was the place where cultivators stored spiritual power. Every cultivator had their own unique Spirit Source; without a Spirit Source, it was like having no bucket—how could one hold water?

The little brat's voice turned disdainful again. "Only low-level cultivation requires a Spirit Source. High-level cultivation focuses on tempering the body and the soul; it doesn't need to be bound by a Spirit Source."

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Inside the pool, Su Wanluo lay prone on a rock in deep thought, her mind filled with the last words the little brat had spoken before falling into a deep sleep.

"High-level cultivation focuses on tempering the body and the soul. First, find a thousand-year-old ancient jade to serve as a transitional medium. Once you find me and wake me up, I will teach you how to cultivate."

A cold glint flashed in her eyes. Since she intended to survive in this world, she could not continue to be a low-level bloodline looked down upon by everyone. With the memories of the previous Su Wanluo, she harbored a deep hatred for the survival laws of this world.

Since whoever had the biggest fist was king, then she had to become powerful as quickly as possible. She was the Dark Empress; how could she be content with being stepped on by others? Sooner or later, she would rewrite the history of the Charm Race being a low-level bloodline.

Su Wanluo slapped the surface of the water, sending splashes flying in all directions. In a flash, she darted to the ground, picked up her clothes, turned around, and dressed herself.

A thousand-year-old ancient jade... she remembered that the Su Estate collected one.

In this world, people used Spirit Crystals for cultivation, so a thousand-year-old ancient jade didn't hold much value. However, because Grand Marshal Su Yuan had an interest in jade, others would gift him things to please him, and by chance, there happened to be one thousand-year-old ancient jade among them.

The corners of Su Wanluo's lips curled upward. The Su Estate—it was your turn next. You owe me so much; it is time to pay it back.

As her gaze shifted, she saw a graceful and handsome figure standing on a tree branch not far away. He wore magnificent purple-gold robes exquisitely embroidered with golden cloud patterns, intertwined with a black, all-consuming cloak that fluttered violently in the wind.

Cloaked in moonlight, the man stood tall and elegant like jade, exuding an aura of dark evil and arrogance. His powerful presence was such that one could only gaze from afar, as noble as a deity descending from the nine heavens.

His black hair flew in the wind as he looked down upon all living things; his lofty demeanor carried the domineering air of an emperor.

His face was obscured by a golden mask, revealing only his soaring eyebrows and sharp, delicate chin; his crimson, tender lips were like a blooming cherry blossom, emitting a soul-seducing scent.

"It's him..."

Su Wanluo recognized him immediately. This man was the very person she had hit when she transmigrated.

It was just that back then, she had been too immersed in the fact of her transmigration to look at him properly; thus, she hadn't realized he possessed such a soul-snatching, enchanting charm.

At this thought, Su Wanluo's expression soured. Damn it, how long had he been standing there? Had he seen her bathing?

Thinking about how she had jumped onto the shore naked just moments ago, Su Wanluo's face instantly flushed hot, and she momentarily felt like dying.

Gritting her teeth, she glared hatefully at the elegant and arrogant man on the branch. Suddenly, she grabbed several pebbles from the ground and hurled them at him. *Lecher! Hmph, how dare he peek at her bathing? She would blind his eyes and see how much of a pervert he could be then.*

Su Wanluo's eyes filled with disdain. She hadn't expected that a man who looked so charming would also have the perverted habit of peeking at people bathing; truly, appearances can be deceiving.