Feng Wu was so embarrassed…
Jun Linyuan had zero interest in her, okay?
Yu Mingye was practically delusional!
Yu Mingye snorted and ignored Jun Linyuan. Pulling Feng Wu to one side, he murmured, “I’m telling you, all men are after good-looking girls. Your face is so beautiful that you’re asking for trouble. You have to be on guard all the time and make sure you don’t just wander off with strangers…”
Feng Wu smacked her forehead, speechless.
She turned to look at Jun Linyuan involuntarily, only to find his face growing darker and darker…
Had that warm smile on his face earlier been a hallucination? Feng Wu was bewildered.
As they walked, Feng Wu suddenly realized something.
Which was —
When did she last fart? Five minutes ago? But she still didn’t feel like releasing gas.
Ten minutes passed… and still nothing.
Twenty minutes…
They walked all the way from the gate to the mayor’s manor at the center of the city, but still nothing happened!
Feng Wu was guffawing in her head. Even fate was on her side now.
The four groups rendezvoused outside the mayor’s manor. Feng Xun ran happily toward them and asked Feng Wu, “Did you find anything on your way here?”
Despite her impulse to celebrate joyfully, Feng Wu put on a distressed expression and replied, “No, we didn’t. We never smelled that scent you described as smelly and pleasant at the same time.”
Feng Wu then turned to Yu Mingye. “Did you smell anything?”
Frowning, Yu Mingye frowned and shook his head as he glared at Feng Xun. “Didn’t you say that we would definitely find her this way? Like, a hundred percent? You were so confident, but what do we have here?”
Feng Wu snickered inwardly and turned her gaze on Feng Xun.
Feng Xun’s face was all puckered up. He had no idea this was going to happen. Why did she stop releasing gas?
Feng Wu waved at the others with a grin. “I need to go back home now. You guys keep up the good work.”
She then gamboled off, her thick ponytail swaying on the back of her head. It looked so youthful.
Feng Xun didn’t stop Feng Wu this time and let her leave.
He was thinking back to all the times when the ugly girl tricked him over and over again… It was so outrageous!
“I’ll catch her! I swear it!” Feng Xun ground his teeth.
Feng Wu ran all the way home, hopping around and humming a tune. Poor Brother Feng Xun. If he knew one day that she had escaped right under his nose, would he go berserk?
Well, he should be used to it by now, shouldn’t he? Feng Wu chuckled at that thought.
The Immortal Spiritual Fruit juice had been turned into the Nine Transformation Spirit Restoration Pill, which she had eaten already. Feng Wu rubbed her belly. Her dantian, which had stayed quiet for the past five years, was slowly heating up.
The smile broadened on Feng Wu’s face…
Finally, she could resume her cultivation.
Feng Wu did a run-up toward the wall and grabbed the top with her right hand. Then, with a perfect backward somersault, she landed lightly in the courtyard like a baby swallow.
Feng Wu made a fist. She needed to hurry up with her cultivation before Jun Linyuan and the others came back. She could at least break through and turn into a Level 1 Spiritual Master, right?
She wondered if she could speed up her cultivation this second time round.
Feng Wu pondered a million questions as she walked. She glanced at the courtyard in passing and spotted the clothes hanging there to dry.