My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker! - Chapter 1284

Chapter 1284: Talisman Practitioner Advancement

When she saw the big egg bouncing onto her bed, she reached out to stroke its shell tenderly with her petite hand.

The phoenix egg inexplicably felt cold shivers running down its spine, its shell also trembling.

A white and fuzzy furball abruptly jumped into her arms while holding Eldest Young Sir Qin’s jade pendant in its mouth.

Qiao Mu reached out to take it. After flipping it continuously to examine it, she was unable to discern anything special about the pendant. It just looked like a normal jade pendant crafted from white jade.

“You’re certain this is that black spirit jade?”

The egg affirmed repeatedly while bouncing about. “Of course. Masta, inject it with mystic energy to peel off its outer layer!”

Qiao Mu did as instructed. Very soon, this jade pendant’s outer layer had peeled off, revealing a piece of warm white jade half the size of her palm.

It was glimmering with a faint silver glow.

That egg immediately bounced over and urged repeatedly, “Master, Master. Quickly place this piece of black spirit jade on my shell.”

Qiao Mu nodded as she threw the black spirit jade onto the egg.

In only a few seconds, that phoenix egg had absorbed that black spirit jade, making it vanish.

Qiao Mu turned to look at that egg that stopped making a fuss and turned very quiet. After observing it for a while, she did not detect any anomaly.

It was only then that she set down the fruit platter in her hand, planning to take a leisurely afternoon nap.

After the Qiao Family finished hosting Second Uncle’s wedding, they went all out in cooperating with the palace to prepare for her wedding.

Qiao Mu once again became idle during this time and holed up in her room every day to draw talismans. This also allowed her to make considerable progress in her talisman technique.

During this day’s afternoon nap, the 12 jade slips that had been hovering silently in her conscious pool suddenly lit up.

The seventh jade slip flew out and unfurled. A line of fine print drifted on top of it, and the slumbering little fellow soon absorbed all of it subconsciously.

Qiao Mu abruptly opened her eyes and blankly gazed at the muslin canopy overhead.

Had she broken through to the cultivation realm of yellow-level talisman practitioners?

It had not been long since she had broken through to an advanced-level talisman practitioner. So other than being very surprised, she was also a bit delighted to have broken through to a yellow-level talisman practitioner so soon.

Becoming a yellow-level talisman practitioner meant that she had already entered the ranks of powerful talisman practitioners.

The current her absolutely possessed the qualifications to classify herself as a great talisman practitioner.

She flipped around and got up from bed at once. Her gaze regained its lucidity, and she used her spiritual conscious to flip through the talisman she had newly learned.

After advancing to a yellow-level talisman practitioner, only a single demonstration talisman had drifted down.

Qiao Mu picked it up to examine it. It was actually a deity-inviting talisman: ‘Summon an immortal spirit to earth. They can assist in battle for two hours.’

This should be that powerful talisman that the little monk had mentioned previously.

Qiao Mu got up jubilantly and then stood at the table, using her spiritual conscious to check the hidden jade slip that corresponded to the curse technique. She detected that a new type of curse had appeared.

‘Puppet curse: You only need to give the person afflicted by the curse a suggestion, and they will be at your command for seven days.’ Of course, this type of curse also had a requirement: her cultivation must be higher than the other party’s by three levels or more.

Otherwise, the curse would fail, and the backlash was not something that just any curse practitioner could endure.

People afflicted by the puppet curse had no change in their outer appearances, and even their actions did not differ from normal people.

As Qiao Mu contemplated, Xiang Yuanyuan’s chubby face inexplicably surfaced in her mind.

Could it be as she thought?

Even so, she only turned this thought over once in her mind before casting it away.