Chapter 143
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Feng Xun and the others had set her up, but now, even Granny Zhao had set her up … Were there any good people in the world?
Fearing that Granny Zhao would say something else, Feng Wu changed the subject in a hurry. "By the way, where's my mother? Why don't I see her?"
"Miss Wu, have you forgotten? Second Madam sleeps for four hours every afternoon before she wakes up. "Granny Zhao said with a smile," Since Miss wants to wash it, I won't interfere. "
"Granny Zhao, go on —"
Holding the dress in her arms, Feng Wu backed away and ran away with a whoosh.
Tilting his head, Feng Xun looked suspicious. For some reason, he felt that Feng Wu was acting strangely, but he couldn't figure out what it was.
Back in her room, Feng Wu slammed the door shut, looked at the dress in her hand, and let out a long breath …
After taking a few deep breaths, Feng Wu sat down on the bed with her legs crossed and a grim look on her face.
After clearing all the distracting thoughts in her mind, she finally closed her clear, jade-like eyes.
Feng Wu looked into her dantian.
It was originally an expanse of indifferent wasteland, and it was like a piece of land that lacked moisture. It was cracked and dilapidated, and it formed a dense spider web.
Feng Wu used the spiritual essence in the Nine Transformation Spirit Restoration Pill to nourish it, and the cracks were healing at a speed that was visible to the naked eye …
Time went by.
Feng Wu was so focused that she had no idea what was going on outside.
Her dantian had been repaired, but Feng Wu could sense that the spiritual essence around her was flowing into her body. Now was the perfect time to cultivate.
At that moment, Feng Wu's dantian, which had been repaired, was rippling like water.
An enormous amount of fire spiritual essence rushed into Feng Wu's body and kept burning the water!
Water and fire didn't mix.
But because there was spiritual power as a medium in the middle, every wisp of fire spiritual power would liquefy into a drop of golden liquid.
Feng Wu's dantian was like a small porcelain bottle.
It was the size of a pinky finger.
Drip, drip —
The golden liquid dripped down like rainwater after a shower. Feng Wu could even hear the sound of it dripping.
Because her dantian was only the size of a pinky finger, it was soon full, and the golden liquid began to pour out.
At this moment, there was a loud explosion.
The thumb-sized Dantian shook violently!
The golden liquid lined up and swam through Feng Wu's limbs like a dragon.
When it reached the Divine Blood of the Phoenix between Feng Wu's eyebrows, the golden liquid became much purer!
With every inch Feng Wu moved, the golden dragon became shorter and shorter, but the meridians inside Feng Wu's body glowed with a faint golden light.
After one round, the golden liquid was gone, for Feng Wu's body had absorbed all of it.
His Dantian, which was originally the size of a pinky finger, had become slightly larger than before.
Feng Wu smiled a little.
As expected, he wasn't just a Level One Spirit Master.
When her dantian changed, Feng Wu knew that she had become a Level 2 Spiritual Master.
However, the fire spiritual energy and the water ripples in her dantian were still producing golden liquid. That was to say, Feng Wu wouldn't stop at Level 2.
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