Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Kill him and they would win the battle. Hence, hundreds of Obsidian Wolves attacked Uncle Qiu all at once!
Right now, Feng Wu was still absorbed in her cultivation. In her oblivious state, she had no idea what was going on outside.
She frowned at that moment. The golden liquid had almost filled her dantian, but she couldn’t get it to travel through her energy channels no matter what.
Hence, she couldn’t push herself through to Level 5 of Spiritual Master.
Feng Wu was well aware of the fact that cultivation was always closely linked to real combat. She was already considered remarkably talented to be able to rise to Level 4 without engaging in any real combat.
So, what she needed now was to find someone to fight… Feng Wu sighed with resignation.
She finished her cultivation. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Qiuling throw herself at her while crying out. An enormous Obsidian Wolf then stuck its head into the carriage!
Feng Wu frowned at the sight.
Without thinking, she pulled Flaming Sword, her old weapon, out of the ring, and jabbed it into the wolf’s fierce-looking mouth!
” Roar — ”
The Obsidian Wolf flew back out, blood spilling out of its mouth.
“There, there.” Feng Wu patted Qiuling on her head.
What a gallant girl. She had shielded Feng Wu with her own body when an Obsidian Wolf charged at her… To say that Feng Wu was moved was an understatement.
“Miss, you’re awake? Sob , there are so many of them! What are we gonna do?”
Inside the carriage, Qiuling wasn’t the only one panicking; so were Granny Zhao and the beautiful lady.
Feng Wu had no time to think. The only thing she said was, “Great timing!”
Great timing? Qiuling’s mouth fell open. They were going to die and her mistress called it good timing?
A little while ago, on a mountain peak.
A teenage boy and a teenage girl sat on a horse each, side by side.
The girl was slim and the boy sturdy. They were none other than Feng Liu and Feng Yiran.
Seeing the surrounded carriage down in the valley, Feng Liu smirked. “If Feng Wu can still escape this somehow, I’ll eat all the grass in the valley!”
Watching the fight down below, the look on Feng Yiran’s face was indecipherable. He then turned to Feng Liu. “Happy?”
Feng Liu arched an eyebrow. “You bet! Who the hell does Feng Wu think she is? How dare a good-for-nothing like her behave so arrogantly around me?! It’s time for her to pay! She should have died five years ago – the past five years were already a bonus that she should never have earned.”
Feng Yiran smiled a little. “You’ve been living in Feng Wu’s shadow since you were little. If you can let your true self out by killing her, her death is worth all the trouble.”
Feng Liu gloated and turned her gaze to Uncle Qiu. “What a pity. If he hadn’t insisted on following Feng Wu to Northern Border City, he wouldn’t have stayed at this level.”
Uncle Qiu wasn’t the only one. There were also Granny Zhao and Qiuling… all those who stuck with Feng Wu would die miserable deaths!
“Let’s go.” As the Obsidian Wolves closed in on the carriage, Feng Yiran turned his horse around and left first.
Feng Liu wanted to see Feng Wu get killed. But since her brother had left, she followed suit…
Right after Feng Yiran and Feng Liu disappeared from the mountain, Feng Wu opened her eyes. Holding the sword in her right hand, she dashed out of the carriage!
