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In her room, Ran Zirou sat in meditation, trying to smooth out each wisp of spiritual power and draw it into her body to build her foundation.

But...

As the seconds ticked by, Ran Zirou's brow furrowed.

Too slow!

This cultivation speed was far too slow!

They said it was hard to go from luxury to frugality. She had known the cultivation speed of a genius in her previous life and the pleasures of dual cultivation in this one. She could not accept the mediocrity of her current self.

With her mixed spiritual root, she could absorb spiritual power only one wisp at a time. Each wisp entered her body as though it were a bottomless pit that could never be filled.

After cultivating for two hours with little progress, Ran Zirou could no longer stand her useless constitution. She got up and left the room.

She missed Qu Cang a little.

That man had let her take whatever she wanted from him, without conditions.

Ran Zirou dressed and made herself up until she glowed, her lovely face as radiant as a flower.

The moment she appeared in the restaurant's main hall, countless admiring gazes turned her way.

Ran Zirou's gaze, however, settled on the male cultivators in the corner.

They had noticed her too. Though they kept chatting, their eyes strayed toward her again and again.

Ran Zirou frowned, displeased.

None of these men had much talent.

The choices she truly longed for were Ji Zheng, with his Pure Yang Physique, and Sang Xinghui, whose constitution was perfect for dual cultivation.

But she urgently needed to raise her cultivation, and there were no better options left.

Ran Zirou cast the male cultivators a flirtatious glance.

Her eyes shimmered, her gaze soft and seductive.

The men went weak at the