My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker! Chapter 1102 - A Life-Saving Grace

Chapter 1102: A Life-Saving Grace

After Sikong Fuling looked over in shock, she was able to make out Qiao Mu’s present countenance.
Her eyes were like two deep pools of frigid water. Although they were limpid, pitch-black, and incredibly radiant, it was possible to tell that they were completely unfocused. She really was blind!
How could that be? Sikong Fuling sat up straight in shock!
She had clearly been fine several days ago, so how did she become blind now?
Qiao Mu pulled her thin lips into a line, with no fluctuation in her eyes at all. She instinctively used her spiritual conscious to scour the left side as she reached out to capture the vile person that destroyed her talisman matrix.
Afterall, she had said that she would not let off those who obstructed her from cultivating, sending them all into the underworld!
However, the Raksha Princess was thoroughly infuriated!
A blind person also dared to be insolent to her!
This lass truly needed a good dressing-down!
“Come out! Misty Night Wolf!”
With the Raksha Princess’s shout, a large, glossy, pitch-black wolf that was the size of two calves suddenly appeared beside the Raksha Princess.
Gulping down her saliva, Sikong Fuling yelled at Qiao Mu, “It’s a level-14 mystic beast, the misty night wolf! Careful!”
The misty night wolf bared its sharp teeth at Qiao Mu, pawing its claws on the ground before suddenly bolting towards her with a howl.
*Bang!* Qingluan suddenly appeared in front of Qiao Mu and kicked out at the misty night wolf. After the misty night wolf tumbled backwards with several groans, an overbearing and obstinate green light shone from its eyes.
Qiao Mu’s surging spiritual conscious also struck out with a swift and intangible mental attack, directly seeping into the other party’s conscious pool[1] and inflicting serious damage upon it.
“Ah!” Not expecting this, the Raksha Princess was caught off guard, feeling as if her conscious pool was being torn apart fiercely, with its roots threatening to shatter. In her fluster, her body also reacted honestly as she spurted out a large mouthful of blood.
This was mystic conscious? No… this was spiritual conscious, right! How could a measly mystic cultivator’s conscious pool generate spiritual conscious?
The Raksha Princess only felt her mind hurt as she blanked. Yet before she could dwell on it, she already had thoughts of retreating. After reaching out to summon back the misty night wolf, she fled disheveledly in defeat without turning her head.
Qiao Mu apathetically “watched” the Raksha Princess leave. Although she was unable to see, her spiritual conscious could trail after her for a long distance.
Upon seeing that that person had indeed fled from this area, Qiao Mu then indifferently withdrew her spiritual conscious and ambled forward without a destination.
Sikong Fuling glanced at her dumbfoundedly before calling out “hey,” yet Qiao Mu simply strolled away without even turning her head.
Sikong Fuling watched her back silhouette in dismay, sighing softly.
This little fellow had saved her life unwittingly, and she wasn’t someone who couldn’t tell good from bad either.
After this incident, Sikong Fuling felt gratitude toward the little fellow.
—-My Lian’s section break—-
“Greetings to the commandery princess.” Two royal maids dressed in pink and green clothes curtsied together toward a smiling female that was strolling over with a small, flower-patterned food box.
That girl was around 17 years old, and her small and fair oval face was delicate and charming with its rosy color.
Her combed head of beautiful, thick, raven hair was coiled up gently into an unusual spread-wings topknot with two garnet-red beaded hairpins.
Along with this, her fair wrists also showed the pair of priceless gold-threaded jade bangles that she was wearing.
Upon seeing the two royal maids’ curtsies, that female nodded her head and spoke with excellent etiquette, “No need for so many formalities.”
[1] ‘Conscious’ will now be known as ‘conscious pool.’