My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker!
chapter-1157

Chapter 1157: Cultivating Is Awesome

The hell you smiling at. Just as Duan Yue was about to scold him, he saw the other party spewing out a mouthful of poisonous mist.

After turning his body to dodge, Duan Yue nearly crashed toward Situ Yi’s sword thrust.

Jumping in fright, Situ Yi yelled in a bout of anger, “Brother Duan Yue, what the hell are you doing?”

“Something’s up with this punk!” Duan Yue quickly shouted, “He’s a superhuman!”

Mo Lian looked toward Ding Yun meaningfully.

Nevertheless, he didn’t waste any words and slashed at Ding Yun with his sword, causing him to fall back in a flurry.

Yu Xiu suddenly shouted, “Crown Prince Consort!”

Qiao Mu’s gaze had never been directed toward the fight. In reality, she had already detected the location with the most concentrated mystic energy in the entire royal capital.

Compared to the mystic energy inside the Mystic Beast Forest secret realm, the mystic energy in this place was evidently much too thin.

But it was better than nothing!

Setting her eye on the prize, Qiao Mu flitted up to the rooftops, directly abandoning the gawking men on the spot.

She ran off first on her own!

“Ey? Little Junior Sister!!” After recovering his wits, Situ Yi couldn’t resist exclaiming.

F*ck… They were getting into a fight over here, yet who expected that Little Junior Sister didn’t care a whit and would just run off first without them!

Yet how could Qiao Mu hear him? After taking several leaps, the little one vanished from everyone’s sight!

Even though Duan Yue was a bit stupefied, his movements didn’t slow down, automatically blocking Ding Yun’s path.

At this pause, Mo Lian quickly hurried after Qiao Mu’s fleeing figure, leaving everyone behind.

It only took a split second from the moment Darling Qiao ran off to when she vanished. Luckily, Mo Lian had chased after her quickly, and he soon glimpsed that nimble little fellow running toward the mountain behind the Great Sea Monastery.

Behind Fu Mountain… was Zhuzi Lake. What was the little fellow bolting there for?

Right now, however, our dear Qiao Mu’s inner mind was restless: Cultivate, cultivate, cultivate!

Mhm, her detection was on point! The closer she approached Fu Mountain, the more dense she felt the mystic energy was getting.

Compared to the thin mystic energy inside the capitol, the mystic energy behind Fu Mountain was way more dense.

After darting into the area behind Fu Mountain, an emerald-green lake appeared before her eyes.

The emerald water stretched on, quiet and beautiful like a mirror. When a ray of sunlight spilled into the water, it refracted with ripples.

Qiao Mu jumped onto a boulder beside the lake at once. Afterwards, she used her fingers to gently comb through her hair, which had gotten disheveled from the wind.

The ripples in the water undulated, and small fishies leaped out of the water before plopping down again. Their fish tails curved, swiping out a gorgeous spray of water.

The surface of the lake reflected a small face whose skin was as smooth and soft as white jade. Her unruffled gaze settled on the water, and the austerity in her brows seemed to be able to freeze the emerald ripples on the lake.

Qiao Mu pursed her bright red lips and slowly stroked a spring reed across the ripples on the lake. Suddenly, she dove into the water with a splash before probing the surface, gurgling air bubbles at the same time as another fish.

Her defensive barrier automatically enveloped her body, and she closed her eyes, swiftly absorbing the mystic energy in the lake surroundings.

When performing these motions mentioned above, the little fellow was only relying on her instinct and intuition, so her face was still wooden and expressionless.

It was just like she was executing a sacred task. Her small face was stoic, and she emanated a composed calmness.