Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Their voices were cold and detached, and to them, Feng Wu was without doubt a stranger.
Feng Wu’s face was colder. Her limpid bright eyes now had a chilly look in them!
Before she could say anything, a taunting female voice came from within.
“Why, who do we have here? Who’s making all that noise outside the Feng manor?”
The voice belonged to a teenage girl wearing a light pink dress. She came out of the front gate and scanned Feng Wu from head to toe in a picky way.
On the alert, Feng Wu narrowed her eyes.
This was Feng Liu, the sixth daughter of their generation in the Feng clan, who was known as Miss Feng the Sixth.
Back when Feng Wu was still the unmatched genius girl, Feng Liu was such a sweet talker and would follow Feng Wu around wherever she went. However, after Feng Wu was crippled, Feng Liu was the first to twist the knife in her back.
Feng Liu stared at Feng Wu.
Five years had passed and the then-influential genius girl was now a mere good-for-nothing in a plain dress with a wicker basket on her back. However, her face was still so beautiful that Feng Liu wanted to destroy it!
At that thought, Feng Liu smirked. “I see we’ve got a beggar here. How dare you act out here? Throw her out!”
Her contempt, taunts, and arrogance sounded so righteous...
Feng Wu snorted inwardly. In this world where martial prowess was valued above all else, it was only natural that one’s ability to fight was their most important quality.
Luckily, she had already gotten hold of the juice of the Immortal Spiritual Fruit. Given enough time, she would refine the Nine Transformation Spirit Restoration Pill, which would solve all her problems.
Feng Wu didn’t say anything to Feng Liu. She only gave the latter a casual nod, then stepped into the house.
Feng Liu didn’t expect to get such a calm reaction from Feng Wu after doing all she could to provoke the latter!
Moreover, the look Feng Wu gave her made her feel like a frivolous quibbling child! It was so frustrating!
Clenching her fists, Feng Liu cried out as Feng Wu walked away from her, “Stop there, Feng Wu!”
However, Feng Wu neither stopped nor reacted to her. Keeping her back ramrod straight, she kept walking at a steady yet brisk pace.
Feng Liu waved her fists. “Feng Wu! How dare you ignore me!”
She ran after Feng Wu, wanting to hit her, but was stopped by a big, strong hand.
“Brother!” Feng Liu looked up at her brother, exasperated. “Let go of me, Brother. That brat ignored me. Who does she think she is? Does she think she’s still that famous genius? Bah!”
Feng Yiran, the eldest son of their generation in the Feng clan, was 18. Good-looking and tall, he had what it took to make girls squeal in excitement.
However, he was sneering now.
“Brother!” Feng Liu glared at Feng Yiran. “Have you forgotten already? When Feng Wu was still that genius back then, everyone idolized her and she almost took your position as clan heir! And you’re helping her now?!”
Feng Yiran thought his own sister a hopeless fool. It didn’t do her any good to speak everything that was on her mind. This girl was indeed spoiled.
“Liu Er, smart men never have to tackle their enemies themselves.” Feng Yiran rubbed Feng Liu’s head affectionately. “You’ll come to grief if you keep acting this way.”