My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker!
chapter-172

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Qiao Hu was a bit nervous and stood there twisting his hands with unease.

“Don’t be nervous.” Murong Xun might look unreliable, but she actually had immense experience in being a mentor.

The mystic cultivators who were successfully guided by her at least numbered in the 800s, if not 1000.

Murong Xun sat there and put away her grin, showing a rare serious expression.

She held Qiao Hu’s arm and a trace of mystic energy slowly seeped inside Qiao Hu starting from his wrist.

Qiao Hu felt warm energy swim inside of him, leaving a comfortable feeling in its wake. Slowly, his nervousness disappeared without a trace.

He felt like he was soaking in a hot spring, and the warmth that enveloped him caused him to gradually relax.

Qiao Hu’s mouth was slightly opened as he closed his eyes with a silly smile.

Qiao Cong might be standing next to the pit, but his eyes were fixed on Qiao Hu. When he saw this, a malicious and derisive smile spilled over his face.

“Little trash, you want to become a mystic cultivator? There’s no way you would in your life!” Qiao Cong had his hand over his simply bound arm and snorted with cold sweat drenching his face, suppressing his pain.

Then, he left the pit without a second look at his shameful master.

How useless! He could not even handle a seven-year-old child!

He actually took on such a useless master who disgraced him as well!

In the end, Uncle-Master Bi was helped up by two other disciples from Daybreak Sect.

“Why would you waste your energy and spend time on this little trash for nothing?” Qiao Cong stood on the side with his arms crossed, but he did not dare to insult loudly in fear of a violent beating from Qiao Mu. Hence, he merely complained quietly.

The mentor from the Mystic Cultivator Association who had been thrown away by Murong Xun but ran back on his own glanced at Qiao Cong, his brows knitting together.

So young but his words were so caustic. He truly could not elicit any favorable feeling from people.

“Little friend, you’re mistaken.” The mentor looked up toward Murong Xun, faint respect surfacing on his face. Although Mentor Murong was incredibly unreliable most of the time…

“Mentor Murong is a very formidable mentor. Not a single child under her guidance has failed to trigger their mystic meridians! Mentor Murong is a mentor with a true 100% success rate!”

Qiao Cong’s eyes darkened, and he secretly clenched his hands.

Im-impossible! He was the sole prodigy in the entire Qiao Clan of Qiaotou Village! He successfully triggered his mystic meridians at the age of nine and was subsequently picked by Daybreak Sect. Then, he was directly taken to be a disciple of the Daybreak Sect and brought immense honor to his family.

Meanwhile, Qiao Hu entered the city every year to have his mystic meridians triggered under a mentor’s guidance for three years in a row, but he did not succeed a single time!

Only

He was the joke of Old Qiao’s family! He was an undeniable piece of trash!

A faint light suddenly exploded from Qiao Hu’s hands. The simple-minded child abruptly opened his eyes, surprise brimming from them.

“Success!” The other observers in the plaza all showed benign jealousy on their faces.

Heavens! A mystic cultivator at the mere age of 10 appeared in front of them again!

They wished their own child would also… The parents in the plaza all looked down at their own children with hope on their faces.

The 10-year-old Qiao Hu finally succeeded in triggering his mystic meridians after three consecutive years of failure and officially entered the path of a mystic cultivator!

“Thank you, Mentor Murong!” Qiao Hu turned around and respectfully bowed toward Murong Xun with a humble smile on his face.