Chapter Seven: An Encounter with Provocation

  Feng Qingge, early morning. Huang Lengyue's eyes suddenly opened wide. The good sleep habits she had cultivated in her past life allowed her to recover her energy in the shortest amount of time.

  After a night of repair, she received the true memory of Benzon's Glacial Moon. Through this memory, she understood most of the common sense about Xichuan State.

  Unfortunately, she didn't travel back to any dynasty in ancient China, but to a continent that doesn't exist in history, called the Forgotten River Continent. And the Forgotten River Continent is also divided into several territories.

  The territory she is in is the human territory. In this vast human territory, there are four countries: Dongling, Xichuan, Nanchao and Beiling.

  On this strange continent, everyone has spiritual power. The so-called spiritual power is divided into seven levels from high to low, namely red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and purple. Each level corresponds to: Spirit, Spiritual Master, Spiritual Guide, Spiritual Venerable, Spiritual Sect, Spiritual Emperor, and Spiritual Ancestor.

  There are seven levels, each with ten stages, from lowest to highest: First Stage, Second Stage,... Tenth Stage.

  This is not all, each person's spiritual power has five major elements due to different focuses of cultivation, namely gold, wood, water, fire and earth. The spiritual power cultivators of each element are different according to their upgrade levels.

  Many people have a certain amount of spiritual power from the age of three, but the height and depth of innate spiritual power are determined by the individual's soul perception. Some people have good soul perception, so their innate spiritual power is naturally stronger. However, for someone to not have any spiritual power at all at the age of three on this vast continent is simply a miraculous existence. And unfortunately, I am that miracle!

  Looking at the entire Western River, only Lian Chengwei and a few family elders have reached the level of Spiritual Master. To know that Spiritual Guides and above levels are like mythical existences on the Western River Continent, extremely rare, even if there are any, they are people with very high status, existing only in some higher learning institutions or major sects.

  The rest goes without saying, they are definitely all Spirit-level.

  By accepting the memories of this body, Huāng Lěng Yuè absorbed knowledge about the continent in the shortest time possible. Although the collision of two memories was extremely painful, she, who was naturally very resilient, endured it with great difficulty.

  The phoenix cold moon once again combed through the memories in her mind, and only then did she get up neatly and start tidying herself. In the washbasin appeared a stunningly beautiful face, of course this face was very annoying due to its previous foolish weakness, but now with a proud and arrogant air, it immediately seemed like a jade stone that had been washed clean of dust, radiating dazzling brilliance.

  Suddenly, she paused in her hand, cocked her ear and listened intently.

  A pair of footsteps declared themselves coming in her direction. And they belonged to two people.

  Soon.

  "Mrs. Nine is good." A strange and ambiguous female voice came from outside the door.

  "Excuse me, is Madam Jiu awake?" Seeing Huang Liangyue remain silent, the voice asked again with arrogance.

  After a while, another voice outside the door whispered, "That lazybones shouldn't still be in bed, should he?"

  "It's said that people without spiritual power react poorly, maybe she's still sleeping like a dead pig now." The voice was full of sarcasm.

  At this moment, the door suddenly opened, and the person who had been crawling on the door tumbled forward with a thud, lying on the ground like a dog eating feces.

  "It hurts!"

  "How dare you secretly plot against us!" One of the red-clad maidservants had just reacted and was now shouting at Feng Qingyue.

  Phoenix Cold Moon's hands were clasped together, her slender eyebrows raised, "Scheming? You're sneaking around me like ghosts, I thought you were summoning evil spirits."

  The two people in front of them wore coarse linen clothes and easily revealed their servant status.

  The cold moon was speechless. How poor was this body's character that even a random servant girl could ride roughshod over her?