You Don’t Mean Feng Wu, Do You?

Feng Xiaoqi asked curiously.

To celebrate her obtaining the juice of the Immortal Spiritual Fruit and the fact that she was going to resume her cultivation soon, of course. However, Feng Wu kept all that to herself, for her little brother here was simply too gullible.

While Feng Wu busied herself in the kitchen —

Jun Linyuan and the others left the Feng family manor.

Although Feng Yiran kept apologizing to them on their way out, Jun Linyuan remained silent, the look on his face indecipherable.

On the other hand, everything was written on Feng Xun's face.

Scratching his head, he kept mumbling to himself, "I don't get it. How can Feng Wu turn into this girl? How can she be so… so boring?"

Fairy Muyao darted a look at him. "What's so strange about that?"

"What?"

Fairy Muyao smirked. "Young Lord, do you realize what kind of life Feng Wu is living now? She's crippled and has been banished to this border town like a useless chess piece. Cultivation is not an option for her anymore, so her best way out is —"

All eyes were on Fairy Muyao and everyone frowned a little.

Fairy Muyao said in satisfaction, "Her best way out now is to become a virtuous, elegant young lady, marry into a good family, and live out the rest of her not-very-long life like that. So, it's only natural that she's lost all her vitality and become this dull, pedantic girl."

Feng Xun wanted to retort, but all words failed him. He could only stare at Fairy Muyao in a daze… Was that true?

"She's no longer one of us. She's a commoner, but we —" Fairy Muyao gloated. "We're cultivators. There's so much ahead of us and we'll have brilliant futures which Feng Wu can't even imagine! So, forget about Feng Wu. She's past history already."

Fairy Muyao had removed Feng Wu from her list of rivals, deeming the latter unworthy.

Feng Xun rubbed his head. Somehow, he felt something was off.

They were standing in the middle of a street.

A pair of teenage girls walked past them.

They were talking as they walked.

"Sister Lin Ling, did you really give the wontons to Miss Wu. Did she accept them? That's great!"

Lin Ling arched an eyebrow and grinned. "Of course. Miss Wu is so sincere, kind, lively, passionate… all the good words in this world together won't be enough to describe how great she is."

"Your family received the secret wonton recipe from Miss Wu, didn't you?"

Lin Ling was very candid and replied happily, "That's right. Miss Wu took pity on our poverty back then, so she taught us how to make wontons so that we could make a living. She practically gave us a new leash on life. For that, I'll do anything for her."

"Miss Wu is so wonderful. But I heard that someone's arrived from the imperial capital — the eldest son and the sixth daughter of the Feng clan. Both are very hostile toward Miss Wu and they just look so evil!"

Lin Ling and her friend chatted on.

Feng Xun and the others were shocked!

Miss Wu? Guests from the imperial capital? The eldest son and the sixth daughter… Wait!

Feng Wu stopped Lin Ling, who was still talking to her friend. "By Miss Wu, you don't mean Feng Wu, do you?"