Chapter 1863 - Terrifying Feng Wu (3)

“Not bad.” When the white fairy took Feng Wu back to the hidden dungeon, her eyes lit up. “They’ve already reached the eighth trial.”

Feng Wu raised an eyebrow. “Does that mean that they’ll be here soon?”

The white fairy seemed intrigued. “Yes. There are only nine trials in total. To be honest, I’m quite interested in this Ranmil now.”

Feng Wu frowned a little and stared at the white fairy.

The white fairy raised an eyebrow. “Each trial is more difficult than the previous one. Even if Red March gave her notes, to pass all those trials in such a short period of time is very demanding on one’s spiritual energy and intelligence.

“But she was able to lead all those people to the eighth trial in a few hours. You’ve got to admire her for that.” The white fairy glanced at Feng Wu. “She was able to befriend that silly boy Feng Xun and have Master Jue help her; that’s her talent.”

Feng Wu wasn’t convinced.

The white fairy then gave Feng Wu a stern, sharp glance.

She then stared at Feng Wu and asked, “Do you know what the most important thing is about cultivation?”

This was the first time that she had ever looked so serious.

Feng Wu said, “Working hard!”

“Wrong!” The white fairy stared at Feng Wu coldly. “Try again!”

Feng Wu pursed her lips. She now knew what the right answer was.

The white fairy scolded Feng Wu relentlessly. “The most important thing about cultivation is to fortify your mind, but you weren’t convinced just then. No, it’s worse than that. You were jealous!”

Feng Wu looked up at the fairy and tried to retort, but she could only lower her head.

She had to admit that the white fairy was right. She wouldn’t recognize Ranmil’s capability only because she was confident that if she were to take the trials, she would be as fast as Ranmil.

“Admitting that other people are talented is a difficult thing to do, but only after you can live with that fact will you be able to reach the Spiritual Lord stage. Otherwise, even if you find the seed of the spirit source, you’ll only be a Spiritual Lord in name!” The white fairy was genuinely angry now.

“Are all Spiritual Lords free of jealousy and resentment?” asked Feng Wu.

The white fairy smirked. “Good question, but you’re not like them!”

Feng Wu asked, “Why?”

The white fairy said, “Because they only want to become one of the best cultivators on this continent, but you want to stand at the very top! Without a steadfast and open mind, you’ll be trapped by your inner demon! If that’s the kind of person you are, then forget about the Guardian of the Earth or the seed of the spirit source, because they’ll only get you killed! Get out! Now!”

After that, the white fairy stormed off.

Being as short-tempered as she was, she couldn’t care about her Master Phoenix at this moment, because that was the way she was when she was angry.

She left the room promptly, leaving the crestfallen Feng Wu behind.

Little Phoenix wanted to say something, but hesitated.

It had a bad feeling.

Meanwhile, Feng Wu slid down to the ground with her back against a wall. She buried her head in her hands and felt very confused.

She acknowledged what the white fairy said, because she really didn’t like hearing the fairy praise Ranmil. She was convinced that with certain conditions in place, she probably wouldn’t be any slower than the princess.