Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
A faint smile emerged on Feng Wu’s face. Right after that, she charged into the wolf pack again, still holding her Flaming Sword!
Another fierce battle began!
This time, Feng Wu was able to fight for longer than before. She only got worn out and retreated into the circle after killing as many as seven hundred wolves.
She then closed her eyes and cultivated, liquefying all the fire spiritual energy into the golden liquid before charging out again —
She repeated this process over and over again, returning to the circle when she was exhausted and going back into battle after she recovered.
Wounds gradually covered Feng Wu’s body. There wasn’t a part of her that wasn’t bleeding. The marks the claws left on her flesh were a ghastly sight.
But Feng Wu couldn’t care less about her wounds. The only thing she cared about now was getting stronger!
In this world that honored martial prowess more than anything else, one would never be safe without adequate capabilities, especially someone like her who had once been deemed a genius.
So many people in the imperial capital had to be waiting to laugh at her, humiliate her, and pick on her!
Now that she could cultivate again, all the hardship was nothing in comparison! As long as she was alive, she would keep on with the task!
In the end, Qiuling was so worried that she almost fainted. Holding Feng Wu’s hands, she said, “Miss, please at least take a break. What you’re doing now is really… we worry about you so much.”
Feng Wu only smiled. “Qiuling, your miss has rested for too long.”
She had been held up for as long as five years in Northern Border City.
“But…” Seeing that the original color of Feng Wu’s dress was no longer recognizable with all the bloodstains, Qiuling burst into tears. “Miss, you still have a long way ahead of you and you’ll have a lifetime to cultivate.”
“No.” Feng Wu shook her head, the look on her face solemn as she stared into Qiuling’s eyes. “I’m not alone. I have my mother, my brother, and you lot to protect. If I’m not strong enough, we’ll all die.”
What Feng Wu didn’t tell Qiuling was that if Zuo Qingluan learned that she had gotten her ability back… What would stop her from destroying Feng Wu’s Phoenix Blood again?
At that thought, Feng Wu took a deep breath. She was still too slow! She had to work harder!
Qiuling watched as her mistress threw herself into the pack of wolves in her bloodstained clothes. Covering her mouth with her hand, Qiuling cried in silence… She then took a deep breath.
She couldn’t help her mistress in her cultivation, but she could take care of Feng Wu’s daily life and make sure that Feng Wu wasn’t distracted from her important work! Yes! Qiuling made up her mind.
After Feng Wu’s repeated courageous attempts at challenging the wolf king, her sword art had advanced to the tenth stance of Flaming Sword: Piercing Stars!
With each cycle of recovery and cultivation, the golden liquid accumulated in her dantian until she finally reached Level 5!
Fairy Muyao and Feng Liu were still at Level 5 and Level 6 after all these years of cultivation, which was proof enough of how difficult it was to reach this level!
However, Feng Wu had only resumed her cultivation ten days ago and she was already at Level 5!
But Feng Wu wasn’t complacent about this achievement. If anything, she was filled with awe and reverence.
For she knew better than anyone else about the student classification at Imperial College.
All enrolled students were assigned to junior, intermediate, or advanced schools.
One would only be admitted to the junior school when they became a Level 3 Spiritual Master, and would graduate when they reached Level 6.
The intermediate school was open to those who had reached Level 5, and the students graduated at Level 9.
Only those who had reached the Spiritual Grandmaster stage could apply to the advanced school.
That was to say, Feng Wu was still a primary school student by that standard. It was too early for her to be complacent.
At that thought, Feng Wu went back to fighting the wolves.
