Chapter 153
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There were people who coveted her brother's Ultimate Spiritual Body blood!
There were people who coveted her beautiful mother's beauty!
And there were people who had destroyed her True Phoenix Blood!
And there were people who had put her master in a coma!
How could she not be powerful? How could she not be?
Taking a deep breath, Feng Wu sat down with her legs crossed as the carriage rocked slightly. She soon entered a trance-like state.
She had become a Level 3 Spiritual Master the day before, and she wanted to see if she could make another breakthrough today.
She took a deep breath, and immediately, the surrounding spiritual energy surged towards her.
The drop of Divine Blood of the Phoenix between Feng Wu's eyebrows emitted a faint red glow.
One, two, three beams of light appeared around the Divine Blood of the Phoenix. Like the rings of a tree, three halos appeared around the Divine Blood of the Phoenix.
Feng Wu was enveloped in a tremendous amount of spiritual essence, which seeped into Feng Wu's body from every pore.
The fire spiritual essence collided with the water in Feng Wu's dantian, producing a sizzling sound that reminded one of lightning bolts in the sky.
As the two elements collided, drops of golden liquid dripped into Feng Wu's dantian.
Drip, drip, drip —
Feng Wu focused all her attention on the golden liquid, for she knew better than anyone else that only by filling up her dantian with the golden liquid could she become a Level 4 Spiritual Master.
She still had a long way to go, and it was only the beginning.
The process of liquefying the golden liquid was a long and boring one.
Moreover, it was a painful and torturous process.
Each drop of the golden liquid was the result of the fire spiritual essence colliding with the water. To Feng Wu, each collision was as painful as being stabbed by a dagger.
However, Feng Wu didn't show it on her face, except for the beads of sweat rolling down her cheeks.
The golden liquid in her dantian went from zero to a quarter, two quarters, three quarters …
Feng Wu's clothes were soaked, and she looked as if she had just been fished out of water.
At the same time, Feng Liu waved at Feng Yiran, who was riding on a horse.
Feng Yiran frowned, but rode up anyway. Before he could say anything, Feng Liu said, "Brother, I need to talk to you about something very important. Now!"
"What is it?" Feng Yiran frowned a little.
"It's about Feng Wu." Feng Liu lowered her voice.
After some thought, Feng Yiran jumped off the horse and into the carriage. "Just say it."
After all, it was not a good thing for the elder brother and younger sister to be in the same carriage.
"Brother —" Wrapping her arms around her knees, Feng Liu raised her tiny face and looked at Feng Yiran with sparkling eyes. "Brother, do you think Feng Wu's return to the imperial capital will do us any good?"
"What do you have in mind?" Feng Yiran asked in return.
Feng Liu brought up what had been on her mind on the way here. "Brother, I think it'll be bad for us if we let Feng Wu go back alive. Brother, do you really think Feng Wu won't fight you for the position? "
Before Feng Yiran could say anything, Feng Liu smirked. "Brother, don't forget that Feng Wu may have lost her ability, but she still has her biggest weapon, and that's her face!"
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