It figured. A broke-ass person like her had no right to consume something as high-class as an elixir. The only Cultivation Method for the poor was to just obediently sit and meditate.
That night, Wu Yue sat on the straw mat in her hut and began her first attempt at meditative cultivation.
But if cultivating witch power were really that easy, the previous owner of this body's Amu wouldn't have been stuck as a Witch Disciple all this time.
She tried again and again, but every time she was about to grasp that formless power, she would be jolted back to full consciousness.
Wu Yue felt a surge of frustration.
"I suggest the host not be so impatient for quick results."
The System let out a small yawn. "Get some rest. You still have to grind for a living tomorrow."
At the thought of having to go gathering the next day, Wu Yue lay down in dejection and gradually drifted off to sleep.
