Chapter 1911: Zuo Qingluan’s Match

From the very start, Ranmil had pretended to be someone who kept her distance from Jun Linyuan. If she admitted that she was fond of Jun Linyuan now, it would make her a hypocrite, and the others would know that she had been acting the whole time.

“No, I’m not!” Ranmil insisted. “His Royal Highness is indeed a talented person, but he’s not the only man in the world. Why must I be in love with him?

“Whereas you, Feng Wu, are jealous of everyone when you may not be His Royal Highness’s future wife after all…”

Ranmil wanted to change the subject, but —

Feng Wu smiled at her. “Are you really not in love with His Royal Highness, or are you just saying it?”

“I’m not in love with him!”

“Oh? Really? In that case, how about you make an oath? Swear that you’ll never be in love with Jun Linyuan, and if you marry him one day, you and the entire Senal Gra.s.sland will be annihilated by heavenly thunder. There. Make that oath now.”

Ranmil glared at Feng Wu. “Why should I?!”

Feng Wu said, “Aren’t you trying to prove that you’re not fond of Jun Linyuan? Didn’t you just accuse me of being unreasonably jealous? Make that oath, and I’ll admit that I was unreasonably jealous. How about that?”

Ranmil glared at Feng Wu.

Feng Wu glared back at her.

It seemed that a battle was going to start at any moment.

Just then —

Crack —

The fireb.a.l.l.s released by Feng Wu were suddenly extinguished.

The hall became pitch-dark once more.

Everyone had been watching the bickering between Feng Wu and Ranmil, and many of them panicked when the sudden darkness fell upon them.

“What’s going on?”

“What now?”

“I don’t want to see those lewd ghosts anymore!”

…

Feng Liu and Dugu Yamo were very nervous.

Ranmil let out a breath of relief.

Feng Wu might seem weak, but when she became serious, she could be very frightening.

Clap, clap, clap —

They heard someone clapping.

Someone said in a teasing tone, “Not bad. Not bad at all. That was very interesting.”

The mysterious voice came from above them, but it seemed to resound in their heads as well.

“Who’s there?!”

“Who on earth are you?!”

“Come out! Stop trying to scare us!”

Everyone was nervous, alarmed, and a little panic-stricken.

“Hahaha! Who am I?”

A giant face suddenly emerged from the high ceiling above their heads.

It was so big that it almost covered the entire ceiling.

“Ahhh —”

Everyone jumped.

Ranmil cried out, “Are you the legendary Black Robe Ghost King?”

“The Black Robe Ghost King? He’s one of the three ghost kings, isn’t he?”

“It’s said that one can get the seed of the spirit source if they receive the recognition of all three ghost kings. Are you one of them?”

…

Immediately, everyone’s eyes lit up.

The seed of the spirit source!

It could raise one’s cultivation level by an entire stage!

What did that mean?

Take Feng Wu, for example. She was a Level 7 Spiritual Elder now. If she obtained the seed, she could rise directly to a Level 7 Spiritual Lord!

Once that happened, she would be almost at the same level as Zuo Qingluan!