3210 Amazing Sister
“Of course!” Mu Yan pointed around. “Feng Xun, Xuan Yi and Feng Wu, you must all participate.”
She then pointed at two random people: Mu Nan and Wang Zhaole.
Feng Wu chuckled. “What about your side?”
“Badong and his four brothers.” Mu Yan smirked.
Feng Wu said, “Alright.”
Feng Xun frowned and pulled Feng Wu to the side. “Xiao Wu, you should know…”
Feng Wu said, “I know.”
Feng Xun said, “After taking the potion, they’re all Level 8 Spiritual Kings now, but we’re…”
Feng Wu cut him off and said seriously, “We’ll become Level 9 Spiritual Kings, then.”
What?
Feng Xun looked at Feng Wu as if she were an idiot.
Level 9 Spiritual Kings?
She made it sound so easy.
He was only a Level 7 Spiritual King!
Feng Wu looked at Mu Yan. “Gather all the special blood, and we’ll meet again in two hours.”
Mu Yan asked, “Why two hours?”
Feng Wu said, “We need to make breakthroughs. Feng Xun needs to become a Level 9 Spiritual King.”
Mu Yan laughed.
She didn’t want to, but what Feng Wu said was too funny.
She wasn’t alone.
Both the Dongsang assassins and the people of the Junwu Empire looked at Feng Wu as if she were an idiot.
Yes, Feng Wu had amazed them from time to time, such as when she first appeared in the junior arena and when she defeated all her opponents just then.
However, she had just claimed she could raise Feng Xun’s cultivation by two levels in two hours.
That wasn’t possible!
Feng Wu led Feng Xun and Xuan Yi in a different direction.
“Where are we going?”
Feng Xun and Xuan Yi were both confused.
Feng Wu said succinctly, “You’re taking a bath.”
Feng Xun said, “A bath?!”
Feng Wu nodded. “Yup.”
Feng Xun said, “What are you thinking? The competition is about to begin. Why are you taking us to a bath?”
Before Feng Wu could answer, Feng Xun said in a hurry, “Xiao Wu, you’re a clever girl. Why are you doing such a silly thing?”
A silly thing? Feng Wu looked at him in confusion.
Feng Xun was exasperated. “The five brothers are as strong as bears. They all have the giant bloodline and are all Level 8 Spiritual Kings, but I…”
Feng Xun felt abashed but had to tell Feng Wu the truth. “I’m only a Level 7 Spiritual King.”
Feng Wu said, “That low? Even Wang Zhaole is at Level 8 now.”
Feng Xun asked, “What?!”
Feng Wu said, “Don’t worry. You’re my brother. I won’t leave you behind.”
Feng Xun said, “What do you mean?”
Instead of answering the question, Feng Wu said, “Open the door.”
Feng Xun was still hesitating, when Feng Wu took out her Phoenix Pen and wrote “open” on the door.
To Feng Xun’s surprise, the door that was supposed to be opened by his medicine refiner alone suddenly opened.
Feng Xun’s eyes widened, and he gaped.
What did he just witness?
Feng Wu had opened that door with a pen!
He looked at the key in his hand. According to Yang Zhihu, this room was protected by a formation, and only this key could open the door. Anyone cultivating in this room wouldn’t be disturbed.
