𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬
Jiang Chu was sitting in the carriage on the way back, claiming to be sleepy and wanting to nap. She turned her head and leaned against the carriage, avoiding Wu Yu’s gaze.
It was at this moment that her face revealed a trace of horror!
Just now, when she was returning that red dudou, something strange flashed across her brow.
The specific location was above the root of her nose, in the center of her eyebrows.
Spiritual sense is a very mysterious thing, but it exists in reality. The place where it exists is called the Spiritual Field by Divination Masters. The Spiritual Field of spiritual sense is somewhat similar to the dantian where martial power resides, invisible and intangible, but you know it exists.
Although Jiang Chu’s current body is quite useless, she could still vaguely feel a slight warmth at the brow position when divining, which is the effect of spiritual sense.
Normally, as long as she did not divine, the Spiritual Field would show no anomalies. But just now, when she returned the dudou and Mrs. Hao reached out to take it, she did indeed feel a change at her brow.
It was not pain, nor itchiness, but a sensation like a faint tremor, as if the wind was blowing over it.
This abnormality was something Jiang Chu had never felt before in her two lifetimes. Even she didn’t know what it meant, whether this change was good or bad.
But with Wu Yu here, Jiang Chu couldn’t expose the matter, and could only suppress the anxiety and unease in her heart.
The journey back seemed exceptionally long. Jiang Chu closed her eyes pretending to sleep but thinking, only to actually fall asleep.
She was awakened by Wu Yu.
Opening her eyes, she found that the carriage had stopped. She lifted the curtain and saw that they were at the Jiang residence, and it was already dark outside.
“We’re here, let’s get off,” she said.
Jiang Chu yawned and jumped down from the carriage with Wu Yu’s assistance.
“By the way, how was the weather in the city yesterday?” Jiang Chu asked the gatekeeper.
“Miss, the wind started yesterday, probably an hour after you left. It was quite a sudden wind. I was watching the Hu family flying kites here, and then the kite was cut off and flew away. Boy, that was a big wind,” the gatekeeper said with a sigh.
“How long did it last?” Jiang Chu asked.
“Quite a while, the wind didn’t stop until almost evening.”
“Hmm, got it,” Jiang Chu nodded.
It’s too late today to go after that swindler. I’ll look for those five taels of silver tomorrow.
Back in her room, Jiang Chu shut the door and quickly took out the divination sticks.
Spiritual sense is vital. Any abnormality cannot be ignored, and she must not be careless. She needed to check what exactly that change was.
She would divine tomorrow’s weather.
Taking out nine divination sticks, Jiang Chu repeated the procedure as last time—
“Is it my imagination, or do I feel. . . . . .”
Jiang Chu’s eyes brightened a little as she looked at the divination, unsure of the change she felt.
She didn’t know if it was because she was not fully awake, but she felt her spiritual sense. . . . . .had improved?
She couldn’t believe the result.
All Divination Masters were very sure about one thing—spiritual sense could not be improved by any means.
Any!
Not that there were no Divination Masters with poor talent trying to enhance their spiritual sense through some rare treasures, but they all failed without exception.
Martial artists might have means to rebuild their foundation, but Divination Masters could not. You were born with a certain amount of spiritual sense, and that was it, no matter how angry you were.
It was for this reason that when Jiang Chu found out her body was a waste, she was frustrated and resigned, never thinking of changing this predicament.
But now, her spiritual sense had improved?
The increase was not small, possibly stronger by thirty or forty percent. Though this addition still made her weak compared to her previous life, the change was real and solid!
This means that spiritual sense is not unimprovable; there’s still hope for her!
But, the prerequisite for this improvement. . . . . .seems to be related to the dudou?
To be precise, it seems to be related to something that emits green light?
She has this guess, but whether it is or not still needs to be confirmed the next time she encounters it.
Jiang Chu was somewhat excited, walking back and forth in the room happily, but she controlled herself and made no sound.
She just couldn’t calm down!
In her previous life, Jiang Chu had only lived to 22, so she was not an old monster, nor did she have the indifferent mentality of being impervious to honor or disgrace. She was just a young genius with extraordinary talent.
She thought that she was useless in this life, but suddenly realized that things might turn around. Who wouldn’t be happy about that?
“Miss, can’t you sleep? Do you want this servant to talk to you?”
Jiang Chu had been very quiet, but the silhouette in the window still revealed her excitement, so Hua Lan noticed.
“Ahem, it’s fine, I’m going to sleep now,” Jiang Chu said in a deep voice.
Hua Lan didn’t speak anymore.
Jiang Chu covered her mouth and smiled, then lay down on the bed.
She had been here for several days, and this was the soundest she had slept.
The next day, Jiang Chu refused Hua Lan’s suggestion to accompany her and went out alone.
Walking on the street, Jiang Chu once again attracted the attention of passersby.
Everyone’s eyes were a bit strange, and she could hear words like “dudou” and “abnormal” from time to time.
For this, Jiang Chu was helpless, but she seemed to understand.
She did pick up a dudou in the street, and it was a strange thing, so it’s understandable that others wouldn’t understand.
Sometimes you don’t have to take other people’s idle talk seriously. They just say a few words and probably forget about it as soon as they turn their heads. You can’t stop people from talking, you can only make yourself not care about it, or you’ll be at a disadvantage if others have forgotten about it, but you still can’t forget.
They say what they say, as long as it’s not too excessive or directly cursing her, Jiang Chu can ignore it.
She had suffered in her past life, being looked down upon by everyone when she was at a low point, considered an orphaned wild child. The humiliation and ridicule she endured then were much more severe, and at one point, she was afraid to go out.
It wasn’t until later when she created a new method of divination and gradually climbed higher with this method that she finally reached a point where others respected her, and the shadows of her youth were finally swept away.
“Don’t bully a poor girl” indeed!
It was like that in her previous life, and why not in this one?
When you and the other party have a vast difference in perspective, you won’t care about what they do. You’ll just think of them as clowns.
Like if you’re a nine-foot-tall strong man, and a two-year-old child points at you and laughs, calling you a big dummy, would you get angry and want to fight back?
You might find the little thing quite interesting, even wanting to say to him—
If you grow to five feet and then stop growing, don’t cry then.
“Miss Jiang, you’re here.”
In Ebony Lane, the white-robed “great sage” had no customers at the moment, leisurely watching a wild cat in the tree. Upon seeing Jiang Chu coming, he stood up with a smile and bowed to her.
(End of chapter)
