786 Feeling Good

No, no —

The Ice Fire Beast glared at Feng Wu and wouldn’t look away.

It shook its head repeatedly.

Blood poured out of the holes where the horns used to be.

“Pffft —” The Ice Fire Beast spat out a mouthful of blood, convulsed violently, and died.

It refused to close its eyes.

It was still staring at Feng Wu with a twisted face in its very last moment.

In front of the screen, Grand Secretary Fang and Priest Wu exchanged amazed looks yet again.

Priest Wu asked, “Ice attribute?”

Grand Secretary Fang said, “Yes.”

Priest Wu asked, “Can it happen to adults?”

Grand Secretary Fang said, “Not normally.”

“But —”

Feng Wu had done it.

Just then, footsteps came from outside!

Grand Secretary Fang and Priest Wu switched the camera focus right away and the screen now showed Xuanyuan Yi.

A tall, thin old man in a neat white robe walked in, looking almost ethereal.

He greeted Grand Secretary Fang with a smile as soon as he entered the room. “Mr Fang, have you been here every day?”

It was the elderly head of the Xuanyuan family and one of the seven members of the education board, Xuanyuan Kun.

“I have.” Grand Secretary Fang nodded, then gestured at Xuanyuan Kun to sit down.

Seeing his grandson on the screen, Xuanyuan Kun smiled even more cheerfully. “Have you been observing Yi Er?”

Grand Secretary Fang nodded. “Xuanyuan Yi has been quite impressive.”

Xuanyuan Kun gloated, which didn’t match his otherworldly demeanor.

Stroking his goatee, he feigned a look of resignation. “Not impressive enough, apparently. He’s still second. What a pity.”

Priest Wu rubbed his chin. “Not necessarily.”

Xuanyuan Kun looked as if he was confused. “How so?”

Priest Wu cursed the cunning old man in his head. The old fox was doing this on purpose. However, he still answered the question. “The sacred son might be first in the physical tryout, but he did very poorly in the written exam. We can’t say for sure that he’ll be first.”

Xuanyuan Kun rubbed his chin, as if he was lost in thought, but his eyes flickered.

He then waved his hand. “No, no, that can’t be. The sacred son is as famous as His Royal Highness; there’s no way my Yi Er will be able to surpa.s.s him.”

Priest Wu vented his sarcasm inwardly. If that’s the case, cut the c.r.a.p already.

However, in order to keep Xuanyuan Kun’s attention away from Feng Wu, Priest Wu had to find every excuse to compare Xuanyuan Yi with Yu Mingye.

“Of course it’s possible. Anything is possible. We’ll never know before the final results are out.” Priest Wu gave a double-edged reply.

In fact, Priest Wu found Feng Wu much more promising than Xuanyuan Yi.

Grand Secretary Fang had warned Priest Wu already: For some special reason, Feng Wu’s recovery of her cultivation ability couldn’t be made public yet. It had to stay a secret.

Priest Wu grinned at Xuanyuan Kun.

To him, first and second place in the exam should belong to Feng Wu and Yu Mingye. There was no hope for Xuanyuan Yi.

However, Old Man Xuanyuan here took the bait.

“You really think my Yi Er… has a chance?”

“Yes, of course. Everyone has a chance. Have faith.” Priest Wu smiled like a fox.

Xuanyuan Kun waved his hands again, feigning modesty. “You flatter me. Come to think of it, Yi Er really has great talent in martial arts. And he did pretty well in the written exam, too. Hahahaha —”