Chapter 1364: Chapter 746: Weakness Chapter 1364: Chapter 746: Weakness Abigail Mitchell listened to her elder brother’s words, feeling slightly reassured. However, she knew that her future path was still long and difficult. She didn’t know whether she could truly accept this cruel reality, nor whether she could stand up again and face The World. All she knew was that she was in imnse pain and utterly helpless right now.
Her body felt so weak that a gust of wind might knock her over. She couldn’t perform any techniques, and even the slightest thing could easily injure her. This feeling was truly terrible. Abigail Mitchell sat powerlessly on the ground, her gaze empty as she looked ahead, her heart filled with despair and helplessness.
Originally, nobody was really concerned about her disfigurent. The n gathered around, their gazes showing a flicker of surprise and pity, but they quickly returned to their usual calm. They were not close friends deeply concerned with Abigail Mitchell’s looks. In their view, in the world of Cultivators, strength was revered, and looks were secondary.
As for the few won, seeing Abigail Mitchell in such a miserable state, they felt secretly pleased. They were eager to witness this scene and naturally didn’t bother themselves with worry. One of the won even curled her lips into a sneer and whispered: “Hmph, Abigail Mitchell, you’ve t your fate today. Let’s see how you can boast in front of us now.”
However, when they heard that Abigail Mitchell could not even use Spiritual Energy, they beca truly alard. Spiritual Energy is fundantal for a Cultivator; without it, what difference would there be between her and an ordinary human?
Richard Mitchell’s gaze shifted slightly as he quickly squatted down, checking Abigail Mitchell’s pulse with a furrowed brow. He asked in a deep voice, “What did you say, you can’t use Spiritual Energy anymore? When did this happen? What occurred while you were picking Spiritual dicine, tell us everything.”
With a bitter look in her eyes, Abigail Mitchell responded weakly and tremblingly, “I don’t know what happened. I was picking Spiritual dicine just now when I suddenly felt dizzy and then lost consciousness. When I woke up, I found myself like this, unable to use Spiritual Energy.”
The others gathered around, deeply concerned about this matter. One man asked, “Did you encounter any strange people or events? Were you attacked by any Demon Beast, or did you eat anything unknown?”
Abigail Mitchell shook her head, trying hard to recall the situation, but her mind was in chaos. “I can’t rember clearly; all I felt was severe pain, and then I knew nothing.”
Richard Mitchell’s brow furrowed deeply, fully aware of the severity of the situation. If Abigail Mitchell could not recover her Spiritual Energy, her future cultivation path would be fraught with difficulties. He spoke solemnly, “Don’t worry, Abigail, we will find a way to cure you. No matter the cost, we won’t let you give up like this.”
The others also nodded in agreent. Although they were not close to Abigail Mitchell normally, they were willing to lend a hand at this crucial mont. After all, the world of Cultivators was filled with unknowns and dangers, and only by standing together could they face the challenges ahead.
Abigail Mitchell, a careless girl, didn’t realize that these people were only concerned about her because of the Spiritual dicine. She thought they genuinely cared about her and wanted to understand what had happened to her to find a cure and help her recover. Thus, when Richard Mitchell asked her about the events, she took great effort to recount everything ticulously.
“I really thought I could gather the Spiritual dicine. Really, it was just a bit away, only a step apart,” Abigail Mitchell said, regret and dissatisfaction flickering in her eyes, her voice trembling slightly with excitent. She seed to return to that tense, exhilarating mont, her hand almost touching that precious Spiritual dicine.
“I approached cautiously, afraid to startle the Demon Beast guarding the Spiritual dicine. You know, that Demon Beast was formidable, strangely shaped, and even breathing fire. But I wasn’t scared at all; I just thought, I must gather that Spiritual dicine and then co back to share it with everyone,” continued Abigail Mitchell, her eyes shining with resolute light, as if she were a fearless warrior at that mont.
“But just as I was about to gather the Spiritual dicine, I suddenly felt dizzy and then lost consciousness. When I woke up, I found myself like this, unable to use Spiritual Energy.” As she spoke, her extre reluctance and discomfort were apparent, her eyes filled with loss and depression, as if the whole world had collapsed.
The others exchanged glances, opting not to comnt. Although they listened to Abigail Mitchell’s account, they didn’t feel much resonance. After all, that event had already beco a thing of the past, and they couldn’t empathize with Abigail Mitchell’s regrets and losses. Each one of them longed to be the spotlight, desiring to achieve brilliant successes on their cultivation paths. They weren’t necessarily eager to always support Abigail Mitchell, to continually comfort and encourage her.
Thus, what concerned them more were still matters regarding the Spiritual dicine. A man couldn’t help asking, “What about the Spiritual dicine? Was it destroyed by the Demon Beast after you fainted? Or do you rember what the Spiritual dicine looked like? Maybe we can go and look for it again.”
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