Seeing all the cuts on Feng Wu’s body, Qiuling burst into tears again.
Why was it always Miss Wu? She kept getting hurt, and it never seemed to end!
Hearing the sobs, Feng Wu turned around to find Qiuling weeping.
“Why are you crying?” Feng Wu rolled her eyes at her maid.
“Miss, can you try not to get hurt?” Qiuling said between broken sobs. “You’ve got amazing skin, and it’s being ruined by all these cuts. I don’t know what to do…”
Qiuling was still feeling distraught, when she sensed spiritual essence rushing into Feng Wu.
Rumble —
There was the sound of chanting in the air.
To cultivators, that had to be the most amazing sound in the world.
As a junior cultivator herself, Qiuling recognized that sound. She covered her mouth and stared at Feng Wu in amazement.
Meanwhile, her mistress had already entered a state of meditation.
It was midnight when Feng Wu woke up again.
Qiuling had stayed with her the entire time, in case Feng Wu needed her help.
Looking down, Feng Wu saw the scab remains that were scattered over the floor.
She was happy to see the way she looked in the mirror.
The skin on her face and her body was fair, smooth, and as translucent as white jade. The cuts were nowhere to be seen.
Feng Wu beamed at Qiuling. “See? Problem solved.”
Feng Wu had enjoyed some personal gain from Grand Secretary Fang’s breakthrough as well. She was a Level 6 Spiritual Grandmaster now.
She wondered what level Zuo Qingluan was at now. A Level 6 Spiritual Elder?
At that thought, the smile on Feng Wu’s face grew cold.
She had been making progress at the fastest pace possible; it was now time for her to slow it down to a steady pace. She needed a solid foundation, or her future cultivation might be compromised.
She would kill Zuo Qingluan eventually, but that woman was just one of the obstacles she needed to overcome on her journey toward becoming the top cultivator of this world. She wouldn’t let Zuo Qingluan affect her cultivation progress.
Feng Wu was still lost in her thoughts when she heard a knock on the door.
Throwing a robe over her shoulders, Feng Wu opened the door.
“Sister —”
Feng Xiaoqi looked up at her with the eyes of an innocent boy.
So many things had happened recently, and her beautiful master’s unexpected appearance had only added to everything. As a result, Feng Wu had neglected the other members of her family.
Feng Wu rubbed the little guy’s head. “Xiaoqi, what’s wrong?”
“Sister, I want to get stronger, too!” Feng Xiaoqi said eagerly. “You were just next door, but there was nothing I could do to get in and help you. I felt so useless! Sister, I want to get stronger! I want to protect you!”
An idea struck Feng Wu.
She was so busy with her own cultivation and searching for the broken star pieces that she had no time to teach Xiaoqi herself.
But Grand Secretary Fang had the time.
Didn’t he say that he was among the top five cultivators of the empire now, and was as capable as Northern Feng General? That made him almost unmatched!
One couldn’t find a better teacher!
And she took action right away!
Taking Feng Xiaoqi’s hand, Feng Wu said, “Come, I’m going to find you a new teacher.”
Qiuling and Granny Zhao cried out in unison. “Miss, it’s the middle of the night…”
That was the best thing about living next door. Help was only a wall away.
And she wouldn’t need to worry about Xiaoqi getting kidnapped or lured away on his way to his classes.
The more she thought about it, the more excited Feng Wu was. Tossing a “we’ll be back soon” over her shoulder, she then jumped over the wall.
