Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Those who coveted her brother’s Ultimate Spiritual Body were there!
And those who drooled over her mother’s beauty!
And those who had destroyed her True Phoenix Blood!
And those who had driven her master into a coma!
She had to be strong! That was her only option!
Feng Wu took a deep breath, then sat down with her legs crossed. With the sway of the carriage, she was soon absorbed in her cultivation.
She reached Level 3 yesterday and was curious to see if she could level up yet again today.
As she inhaled, the spiritual energy in the surrounding air rushed toward her.
Between her eyebrows, the drop of Divine Blood of the Phoenix from her master glowed with a faint red light.
Three concentric circles of light appeared around the Divine Blood of the Phoenix, resembling the growth rings of a tree.
The abundant spiritual energy surrounded Feng Wu, seeping into her body through all her orifices.
Clashing against the water in Feng Wu’s dantian, the spiritual energy of fire flickered like streaks of lightning.
As the two elements collided, the golden liquid gradually dribbled into Feng Wu’s dantian.
Drip, drip, drip —
Feng Wu focused all her attention on the formation of the golden liquid, for she knew perfectly well that only when her dantian was filled with it could she move on to the next level.
There was still a long way to go and she had only just started.
The liquefaction into this golden liquid was a long and dull process.
Moreover, it was painful and torturous.
Each drop of the golden liquid was the result of a collision between fire and water, and each collision drove a sharp pain through Feng Wu like a stabbing dagger.
Feng Wu let nothing show on her face, apart from the sweat that rolled down her cheeks.
The level of the golden liquid rose in her dantian, filling it up to a quarter, half, three quarters…
Feng Wu’s clothes were soaked and she looked like she had been thrown into the water.
At the same time, in the front carriage, Feng Liu beckoned at Feng Yiran, who was riding a horse.
Feng Yiran frowned, but still went up to her. Before he could ask, Feng Liu said, “Brother, I need to talk to you right now! It’s important!”
“What is it?” Feng Yiran was still frowning.
“It’s about Feng Wu.” Feng Liu lowered her voice.
Feng Yiran gave it some thought before dismounting from his horse and getting into the carriage. “Cut to the chase.”
It was inappropriate for a brother to stay in a carriage alone with his sister.
“Brother —” Wrapping her arms around her knees, Feng Liu looked up at Feng Yiran, her eyes twinkling. “Do you think it’s a good idea to have Feng Wu back in the imperial capital?”
“What do you have in mind?” Feng Yiran answered with a question.
Feng Liu brought up what had been on her mind this entire time. “Brother, I think bringing Feng Wu back alive will only do us harm. Do you think she’ll stop competing with you over the position of future clan chief?”
Before Feng Yiran could reply, Feng Liu smirked. “Brother, let me remind you: Feng Wu might be useless now, but she still has a very formidable weapon – her face!”
Feng Liu went on twisting the knife. “Young Lord Feng seemed to like her face a lot. You saw it yourself. He was all over her and followed her everywhere. If she becomes his concubine and works her charm in bed, what do you think she can talk him into?”
