Jun Tingwei also happened to agree with Jun Yimo. Not only did he announce the news of her seclusion to the outside world, but even the Jun family members received a ban on entering Jun Yimo's small courtyard.

Jun Tingwei knew very well that only Yimo who had developed spiritual power could gain something in Xuantian Pavilion, and her current situation was no different from that of a mortal. Even if she entered Xuantian Pavilion, she would probably gain nothing.

He could only place his last hope on these elixirs and Jun Yimo's determination to practice.

Ten days is not a long time, but with the accumulation of so many elixirs, it should not be difficult to enter the stage of a low-level psychic.

It's just that things often backfire, and the more you look forward to something, the easier it is to be disappointed.

Ten days passed by in a flash. Jun Yimo absorbed the spiritual energy around her again and again during these ten days. She could clearly feel the surging spiritual energy entering her body every time.

But why is there no sign of a spiritual cultivator at all?

Absorbed again and again, failed again and again, from hope to disappointment, repeated over and over again.

Finally, after the ninety-ninth failure, Jun Yimo shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly!

Alas, the waste material really lives up to its name! Moreover, it is also a waste material very thoroughly.

As far as she knows, ordinary practicing wastes cannot feel the existence of spiritual energy at all, or they feel it but cannot absorb it. But what about her? Not only can she feel it, but she can also absorb it, but...

Once absorbed, there is nothing more to say!

This seems a bit too ironic, right? Is God just kidding her?

"Yimo, are you up?" A gentle male voice came from outside the room, and Jun Yimo immediately recognized that it was the voice of her handsome gentleman Zihao.

"Well, get up! Cousin, please come in!" Jun Yimo said, walked down from the couch, and sorted out his somewhat messy clothes.

In order to practice in the past ten days, except during meal time, she almost never took CHUANG, which shows her hard work and dedication.

After receiving permission, Jun Zihao opened the door from outside and walked in.

Today he was wearing a light gray linen gown, with deep concern on his warm face, but the moment he saw Jun Yimo, his eyebrows naturally relaxed.

"Yi Mo, it's almost time to open Xuantian Pavilion. Let me see if you are ready?" Jun Zihao found a perfect excuse for his coming.

In the past ten days, he would wander outside Jun Yimo's yard several times every day. When he saw Qingqing, he would inquire about Yimo's cultivation situation. Jun Yimo already knew all this from Qingqing's mouth.

But Jun Yimo didn't say anything when he found out, he just told Qingqing to repay him according to the truth!

She knew that her father Jun Tingwei and cousin Jun Zihao were more concerned about her ability to practice than she was.

"Well, there's nothing to prepare. Do you want to start? Let's go now!"

Jun Yimo said, already smiling and preparing to walk outside.

Just when she was about to rub shoulders with Jun Zihao, he grabbed her arm and said, "Uh, Yi Mo..."

Jun Yimo looked back and smiled, his eyes moving, "What's the matter, cousin?"

This smile was as sweet and charming as the first bouquet of flowers that bloomed in spring. Jun Zihao was slightly startled and couldn't find the words for a moment. Jun Tingwei also happened to compliment Jun Yimo, not only announcing her retreat to the outside world,

According to the news, even members of the Jun family have received a ban on entering Jun Yimo's small courtyard.

Jun Tingwei knew very well that only Yimo who had developed spiritual power could gain something in Xuantian Pavilion, and her current situation was no different from that of a mortal. Even if she entered Xuantian Pavilion, she would probably gain nothing.

He could only place his last hope on these elixirs and Jun Yimo's determination to practice.

Ten days is not a long time, but with the accumulation of so many elixirs, it should not be difficult to enter the stage of a low-level psychic.

It's just that things often backfire, and the more you look forward to something, the easier it is to be disappointed.

Ten days passed by in a flash. Jun Yimo absorbed the spiritual energy around her again and again during these ten days. She could clearly feel the surging spiritual energy entering her body every time.

But why is there no sign of a spiritual cultivator at all?

Absorbed again and again, failed again and again, from hope to disappointment, repeated over and over again.

Finally, after the ninety-ninth failure, Jun Yimo shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly!

Alas, the waste material really lives up to its name! Moreover, it is also a waste material very thoroughly.

As far as she knows, ordinary practicing wastes cannot feel the existence of spiritual energy at all, or they feel it but cannot absorb it. But what about her? Not only can she feel it, but she can also absorb it, but...

Once absorbed, there is nothing more to say!

This seems a bit too ironic, right? Is God just kidding her?

"Yimo, are you up?" A gentle male voice came from outside the room, and Jun Yimo immediately recognized that it was the voice of her handsome gentleman Zihao.

"Well, get up! Cousin, please come in!" Jun Yimo said, walked down from the couch, and sorted out his somewhat messy clothes.

In order to practice in the past ten days, except during meal time, she almost never took CHUANG, which shows her hard work and dedication.

After receiving permission, Jun Zihao opened the door from outside and walked in.

Today he was wearing a light gray linen gown, with deep concern on his warm face, but the moment he saw Jun Yimo, his eyebrows naturally relaxed.

"Yi Mo, it's almost time to open Xuantian Pavilion. Let me see if you are ready?" Jun Zihao found a perfect excuse for his coming.

In the past ten days, he would wander outside Jun Yimo's yard several times every day. When he saw Qingqing, he would inquire about Yimo's cultivation situation. Jun Yimo already knew all this from Qingqing's mouth.

But Jun Yimo didn't say anything when he found out, he just told Qingqing to repay him according to the truth!

She knew that her father Jun Tingwei and cousin Jun Zihao were more concerned about her ability to practice than she was.

"Well, there's nothing to prepare. Do you want to start? Let's go now!"

Jun Yimo said, already smiling and preparing to walk outside.

Just when she was about to rub shoulders with Jun Zihao, he grabbed her arm and said, "Uh, Yi Mo..."

Jun Yimo looked back and smiled, his eyes moving, "What's the matter, cousin?"
Chapter completed!