Chapter 1782: Unt.i.tled

“Alright. Let’s wait and see,” said Feng Wu.

“So, where’s your little lover?” The white fairy glanced at Feng Wu. “Why don’t I see him anywhere? I’d like to see the two of you fighting over the seed of spirit source.”

Feng Wu glanced at the white fairy.

The white fairy sounded confused. “Is he afraid to come?”

Feng Wu took a deep breath. “I know why he isn’t here.”

The white fairy asked, “Why’s that?”

Feng Wu said, “You said it yourself: Spiritual Kings aren’t allowed to go near the tombs, nor can they take part in the compet.i.tion for the seed of the spirit source.”

The white fairy said, “That’s right.”

Feng Wu said, “That’s why he isn’t here.”

The white fairy finally understood what Feng Wu was getting at, but she didn’t believe her. “That’s not possible!”

Feng Wu asked, “Why?”

The white fairy said, “From what you said, he isn’t much older than you.”

Feng Wu said, “He’s three years older than me.”

The white fairy smirked. “In that case, how can he possibly be a Spiritual King? Kiddo, you’re making things up. You think too highly of your little lover.”

Feng Wu didn’t know what to say.

In order not to let the white fairy see her as a love rival, Feng Wu couldn’t tell the truth about her real relations.h.i.+p with Jun Linyuan. Moreover, she had to pretend that there was something between them. It was such a tiresome task.

Feng Wu was about to say something, when the white fairy waved her hand. “Stop bragging. I’m not going to believe you.”

Feng Wu thought,

Suit yourself. You’ll have to believe it once Jun Linyuan shows up.

“So, where are the tombs?” Feng Wu looked into the distance, but she couldn’t see anything apart from the bleak gra.s.sland.

“It’s not time yet,” the white fairy said indifferently. “The tombs will appear in about five minutes. Then —”

After some thought, the white fairy said, “Don’t rush into the tombs. It won’t do you any good.”

Feng Wu nodded.

“Now, let’s go,” said the white fairy.

When Feng Wu walked down the slope and headed for the crowd —

Sefiro was talking behind her back.

“That Feng Wu is totally insane! She’s so scary when she loses control! Look what she did to me!” Sefiro held Ranmil’s hand and cried.

Compared to the rude Sefiro, Ranmil was like a real fairy. She was as elegant as a snowy lotus.

She looked sympathetically at her crying sister, but she didn’t make any rude comments.

Infuriated, Feng Xun scolded Sefiro. “Nonsense! Feng Wu isn’t as capable as you. How could she have done this to you?”

Sefiro said, “How am I supposed to know what happened to her? She improved quite a lot! She’s no longer a Level 3 Spiritual Elder!”

Feng Xun smirked.

Sefiro knew that Jun Wuxia and Zuo Qingyu held a grudge against Feng Wu, so she said deliberately, “Feng Wu is already a Level 7 Spiritual Elder now!”

That was an astonis.h.i.+ng announcement.

Everyone was surprised.

“How is that possible?!”

Everyone, Feng Xun included, cried out in disbelief.

Jun Wuxia shrieked, “Nonsense! Feng Wu was only a Level 3 Spiritual Elder. Even if she made some wonderful discovery in the land of the spirit source, she should be a Level 4 Spiritual Elder at most! How can she become a Level 7 so suddenly?!”