My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker!

Qiao Mu condensed a strand of mystic conscious and swiftly checked her conscious. Then, she immediately jumped off the bed with a push from her hands.

This loony apparition had decisively returned to dwelling inside her conscious, but she continued to tirelessly use that gold-beaded pen to work on her indecipherable scribbles.

She moved ceaselessly like someone with ADHD, draining poor Qiao Mu's mystic energy. "Couldn't she peacefully stay inside my conscious and devote herself to silently cultivating mystic conscious like in my previous life?"

"Why did she have to draw indecipherable scribbles over there?" Qiao Mu clutched her face. She will naturally go and learn how to draw talismans when she had free time, but an apparition of the mystic conscious' job was to cultivate mystic conscious!

Was this apparition ill? Why was she wasting her time drawing talismans the whole day instead of obediently cultivating mystic conscious? Qiao Mu really wanted to beat her to death…

Qiao Mu stepped outside and with a swish of her fingers, three strands of faint white light flashed past.

After the white light faded away, three thin pieces of talismans placidly laid in her palm. Learning the talisman method from Golden Talisman Jade Tome really was not a dream. At the very least, her apparition was currently drawing talismans without rest like a madwoman.

Speaking of which, these three talismans were quite strange. They dropped from the first jade slip and were probably something similar to a demonstration talisman. It was a friendly complimentary gift from the ancient Golden Talisman Jade Tome.

The first talisman was a speed talisman. It could allow someone to become three times faster for five minutes—a necessary item for escaping.

The second talisman was a strength talisman. It did not increase mystic energy, but it raised a person's normal strength instead. It could quintuple someone's strength for five minutes, so toppling a mountain or killing a cow with a single punch would become as easy as a breeze.

The final talisman was a bit comical. It was called a repetition talisman, and as its name denoted, it would cause someone to repetitively do the same thing without rest for five minutes.

"This talisman…" Qiao Mu turned it over in her hands and examined it, faint amusement twinkling in her eyes. "It's quite interesting."

These three talismans were all beginner-level talismans. Beginner-level and intermediate-level talismans did not need to be activated with mystic energy, and their utilizations were quite simple as well. A person used it by ripping it, so normal people could also use it.

If it was an advanced-level talisman, then it could only be used by infusing mystic energy inside of it. The more powerful the talisman, the more mystic energy consumed when it was activated. The majority of normal people without mystic energy could merely look at it, and they could not activate an advanced-level talisman at all.

Advanced-level talisman practitioners were extremely rare existences. That talisman patrician family from Guanlan City have only had three advanced-level talisman practitioners in the last 500 years. Of course, every one of them was world-shaking characters.

Qiao Mu stuffed the three talismans into her pocket before departing and heading for Tiny Herb School with a grievous expression on her face.

There were a total of 20-something children in the village. The oldest was 15 years old while the youngest was 5 years old, and they were all squeezed into Tiny Herb School by the villagers.

There were only two teachers in the school. The children over 10 were taught by Master Cen while those under 10 were taught by Master Jiang.

Tiny Herb School was located on the west side of the village, and there was a shortcut overgrown with dry grass that led directly to Hulan Mountain. Qiao Mu planned to see if she could find an opportunity to sneak up to the mountain and scout around.

With a sack slung over her shoulder, the child had just arrived in front of Tiny Herb School when she saw two porters carrying a wicker rattan chair and walking toward her.

A nine-year-old pudgy child sat on top of the rattan chair. One of his chubby legs was propped on the other knee while both hands each held a drumstick, which he was cheerfully eating.

Two similarly aged lackeys were eagerly following the rattan chair with several sacks slung over their shoulders. They were holding up an umbrella and fanning the child while obsequiously asking, "Young Master Xiao Tao, are you hot?"

"Young Master Xiao Tao, do you want some water?"

"Qiao! Mu!" the young master on the rattan chair suddenly shouted.