Chapter 3192
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Feng Wu looked at Yan Han in bewilderment.
What?!
Everything was fine, and now the topic was about her again?
Yan Han stared at Feng Wu with a smile on her face, but there was something sinister in her eyes.
"Miss Feng Wu, you're new here, so there might be something you don't know." Yan Han said in a low voice, "Spiritual Origin Crystals are very important to cultivators like us. They are not to be trifled with. They are more important than our lives."
She tried to sound mellow, but compared with Feng Wu's natural, soft voice, it sounded a little comical.
Feng Wu smiled at her but didn't say a word. She wanted to know what Yan Han was trying to say.
Yan Han said as if she were a senior sister scolding a naughty junior sister, "We don't have a lot of spiritual crystals here, so every one of them is very precious. Stop fooling around and give us all the crystals you took."
Before Feng Wu could say anything, Yang Zhihu couldn't stand it anymore.
1,000 spiritual crystals was nothing. Feng Wu's gift was a million times more than what she had given him.
Before, spiritual crystals were counted by crystals, but now, they were counted by bottles in Imperial College!
Yang Zhihu glared at Yan Han. "That's enough. Stop it." It was so embarrassing.
However, Yan Han had no idea that Yang Zhihu was helping her. She thought that Yang Zhihu was on Feng Wu's side, and she almost burst into tears.
"Senior Colonel Yang, I know that Miss Feng Wu is very likable and adorable, but … but she took those spiritual crystals. They're so important …"
Yang Zhihu was losing his patience. What the hell was going on?
Was there an end to this?
"Yan Han, go cultivate or practice your inscriptions," Yang Zhihu said with a straight face.
However, Yan Han was determined to achieve her goal. She gritted her teeth and said, "Senior Colonel Yang, I can cultivate whenever I want. I'm already a Level 4 inscription master!"
After showing off her inscriptions, Yan Han reminded Yang Zhihu again, "Senior Colonel Yang, have you forgotten the military rules you mentioned before?"
Yang Zhihu rubbed his forehead.
He said to Feng Wu, "Xiao Wu, you can go have some fun."
Feng Wu nodded, made a face at Yan Han, and walked off in a smug manner.
A face?
A smug look?
Are you provoking me?!
Yan Han wanted to tear her apart!
Why were there people born to be so annoying?
Yang Zhihu stared at Yan Han and said word by word, "Yan Han, there are some things that I can't say, but since you've been so stubborn, I have no choice but to say them."
"Little Feng Wu —"
Yang Zhihu pointed at Feng Wu's departing figure and said to Yan Han, "She's someone you can't afford to offend. Don't bring up your Level 4 inscription. Even Level 8 inscription can't afford to offend her!"
Yan Han's face instantly turned pale. She bit her lower lip and was very unconvinced!
Yang Zhihu said, "Don't be angry. All you need to know is that a thousand spiritual crystals are nothing. Believe it or not, Feng Wu can make millions of times more money for the academy! "
"It seems like you still don't believe me." Yang Zhihu shook his head. "Go into seclusion for three days. Think about it and come out once you've thought it through."
Yan Han looked at Yang Zhihu with grief. "You, you all bullied me!"
"Wang Zhaole!" Yang Zhihu frowned and stopped someone who passed him. "Go to the detention room with her and don't let her out for the next three days!"
If Yan Han couldn't figure it out, Yang Zhihu decided to talk to Elder Yan himself. It wasn't a good thing for Yan Han to keep picking on Feng Wu.
Meanwhile, Feng Wu —
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