Deities: Starting From Goblins Chapter 1365

Chapter 1365: Chapter 746: Weakness_2 Chapter 1365: Chapter 746: Weakness_2 Abigail Mitchell shook her head, her eyes flashing with a hint of bewilderment: “At that time, I was just focused on picking herbs and didn't pay attention to what the Spiritual Medicine looked like. Plus, after I passed out, I had no idea what happened to that Spiritual Medicine. It might have been destroyed by the Demon Beast.”

Upon hearing this, a hint of disappointment flashed in everyone's eyes. They had held onto a sliver of hope, thinking perhaps they could locate the Spiritual Medicine based on Abigail's description. But now it seemed that hope was shattered. However, they did not give up, for the path of cultivation is filled with the unknown and challenges. They believed that as long as they kept searching diligently, new opportunities and gains were bound to be found.

“When I touched the vines of the Spiritual Medicine, I intended to uproot it completely to ensure the medicinal properties remained intact,” Abigail recalled the scene slowly, a flash of fear in her eyes, “But the moment my hand touched the vine, it felt as if I were stung by something. It was a subtle feeling, like being pricked by an invisible needle– the pain wasn't sharp, but it felt eerily strange.”

She paused, then continued, “The next second, I noticed my fingers began to blacken, the darkness spreading from them as quickly as ink. I panicked, trying to dispel the blackness with Spiritual Energy, only to find my body strengthless, unable to even stand steadily.”

At this point, Abigail's complexion turned rather unsightly. She seemed to relive that terrifying moment, her body trembling uncontrollably.

“Then, I fell from the sky,” she said softly, her voice tinged with embarrassment and shame, “We are all Cultivators, and falling from mid-air is a mistake only beginners make. Yet here I am, having reached this level, still making such a mistake. It's quite embarrassing.”

A person nearby couldn't help but interject, “Abigail, don't be too hard on yourself. No one wants this kind of thing to happen, and you were probably poisoned at the time, losing control of your body is normal.”

Abigail shook her head, her expression still somewhat grim, “But when I fell, no one caught me. I hit the ground hard and rolled several times. Look at my face and hands, they're all cut by shattered rocks.”

As she spoke, she lifted her injured hand and face, the visible scars on them eliciting pity from onlookers.

“That's my most cherished face and body!” Abigail's voice carried a whimper, “Yet they were brutally damaged. I… I'm really upset.”

Another person quickly offered comforts, “Abigail, don't be too upset. Scars will heal, and your Spiritual Energy will surely recover. Right now, the most important thing is to find out what poisoned you and figure out a way to detoxify you.”

Hearing this, Abigail felt slightly consoled. However, thinking of her current plight, she couldn't help but direct her frustration onto others.

“It's all the fault of that Spiritual Medicine!” she said through gritted teeth, “If it wasn't for it, I wouldn't be in this state now. I must find it and destroy it!”

The people exchanged glances upon hearing this, remaining silent. They knew that Abigail was in a terrible mood and needed to vent. Moreover, the Spiritual Medicine indeed seemed strange, capable of poisoning Abigail to such a degree. They decided to wait until Abigail's emotions had stabilized before discussing strategies together to locate that Spiritual Medicine and to unravel the poison afflicting Abigail.

“Ladies and gentlemen, why didn't you save me earlier, just watching as I fell from the sky?” Abigail's voice was full of resentment and dissatisfaction. There was a questioning gleam in her eyes as she surveyed the crowd around her. Her tone wavered with a mix of trembling and anger, as if accusing people of their callousness and ruthlessness.

“If you had caught me in time, I wouldn't have ended up with so many wounds!” she continued, her fingers gently tracing the scars on her face and hands, a flicker of pain in her eyes. Those scars, like brands, were deeply etched onto her body, and her heart as well.

She let her gaze wander through the crowd, eventually resting on the group of women. She was more suspicious of these women than the men. They never got along, and these women looked down on her, always picking on her, and it wouldn't be surprising if they had intentionally told the men not to save her, hoping to see her embarrassed.

“Hmph, you definitely did it on purpose!” Abigail Mitchell couldn't help sneering coldly, her voice filled with dissatisfaction and anger.

Upon hearing this accusation, the faces of the two suspected women changed instantly. They often clashed with Abigail Mitchell, but they had not expected her to accuse them so directly. One of the women couldn't help but retort, “Abigail Mitchell, don't falsely accuse us! How could we have purposely not saved you? We were all stunned by the accident, we didn't even anticipate you would fall!”

The other woman hastily added her agreement: “Yes, and we don't have the capability to catch you in the air! Do you think we are immortals?”

Abigail Mitchell, upon hearing their words, remained unconvinced. She scoffed, “Hmph, you make it sound so nice! If you really didn't have the ability, then why was it that everyone else reacted, but only you were stunned? It's clear you harbor malice and deliberately wanted to see me make a fool of myself!”

As the atmosphere grew increasingly tense, Richard Mitchell felt compelled to intervene and smooth things over. He coughed and said, “Everyone, stop arguing! The most important thing is to find out the cause of Abigail Mitchell's poisoning, and then find a way to detoxify her. We should not be accusing each other and causing infighting!”

He glanced at the two women and then at Abigail Mitchell, and continued, “Abigail Mitchell, you should also calm down. I know you're hurting inside, but pointing fingers isn't the solution. We are all out here together to collect Spiritual Medicine, and we should be united and face difficulties together.”

The two women, after hearing Richard Mitchell's words, also quickly nodded in agreement. They felt wronged inside, but they knew this was not the time to argue. Moreover, they truly had no intention of deliberately not saving Abigail Mitchell; it was just that they really did freeze in the moment, not expecting her to fall.

Abigail Mitchell, after hearing Richard Mitchell's words, cooled down a little. She knew she should no longer be fixated on these petty issues, but should instead focus on how to detoxify and recover her strength. So she took a deep breath and said, “Alright, I'll believe you didn't do it on purpose. But, I will keep this incident in mind. Once we collect the Spiritual Medicine, we will settle the score!”

“Alright, Abigail, don't overthink things, nor should you put all the blame on us,” Richard Mitchell's voice was gentle yet firm, as he attempted to quell the anger and dissatisfaction in Abigail Mitchell's heart, “Initially, we truly didn't realize you had lost your Spiritual Energy. You have always been so strong; none of us could have foreseen that you'd fall into such a predicament.”

He paused, then continued, “Even though you fell from above, as a Cultivator, as long as you protect yourself with Spiritual Energy, there should be no issue. We were all stunned at that moment, not expecting that you'd need our help.”

Although he didn't finish his sentence, the implication was clear. Since Abigail Mitchell herself could protect herself with Spiritual Energy, they naturally wouldn't think to lend a helping hand. After all, in the world of Cultivators, strength is everything, and each person has their own means of survival.

Abigail Mitchell's expression twisted, her face turning an iron blue. She bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes flashing with anger and unwillingness. She was furious that these so-called companions had stood by and done nothing when she needed help the most.

Chapter end

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