Chapter 3139 - 3139 Your Power

3139 Your Power

She had skipped two ranks. Who on earth was she?

Wang Zhaole and Yang Hong looked at Yan Han in astonishment.

Yan Han was pleased to see their reaction and decided to say as many bad things about Feng Wu as she could.

She smiled bitterly. “How do you think that’s possible? I’ve asked my grandfather. Feng Wu doesn’t have any relatives among the elders.”

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“You’ve asked your grandfather already?” asked Wang Zhaole.

Yan Han hadn’t.

If she had, she wouldn’t have dared to offend Feng Wu.

However, she looked at Wang Zhaole and said seriously, “Yes, I’ve asked my grandfather. Feng Wu doesn’t have any connections. I think she probably gained all those points with her pretty face.”

“Her face? Do you mean…”

Yan Han gave them a “you know what I mean” look before walking past them. She then went to talk to other people.

Wang Zhaole and Yang Hong frowned at each other.

Somehow, they felt Yan Han was keeping something from them.

What a strange girl.

Meanwhile, Yang Zhihu had taken Feng Wu to his office.

Feng Wu felt rather guilty when she realized the entire colonels’ quarters had been turned upside down because of her, so she lowered her head and stood there, waiting to be told off.

“Sit.”

Feng Wu thought she was going to be punished, when the angry-looking man told her to sit down.

Feng Wu looked at him in bewilderment.

“Please take a seat.” Yang Zhihu gestured at Feng Wu.

“Alright…” Feng Wu did as she was told.

Under the bright light, Yang Zhihu could finally see her face clearly.

She was prettier than a fairy. No wonder the crown prince was tempted. Yang Zhihu cleared his throat. He knew he couldn’t let it show because Elder Helian had told him to keep it a secret.

Feng Wu tilted her head and looked at the colonel known as the White Tiger in bewilderment.

He had been so impatient a moment ago, but somehow, he had become a little more friendly.

Yang Zhihu was trying to figure out what to do with the girl.

He asked, “How old are you?”

Feng Wu said, “14 and a half.”

Yang Zhihu said, “What? 14 and a half?!”

He had been swaying back and forth in his chair, but almost jumped to his feet when he heard this.

A 14-year-old colonel. This had to be a joke!

However, the crown prince was her patron; so be it. The crown prince himself had a higher rank when he was only ten.

Yang Zhihu asked, “Your cultivation level?”

After some thought, he added, “You don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to.”

How capable could a pretty 14-year-old be? Yang Zhihu didn’t expect to get an answer.

Most of the colonels were between Level 6 to Level 8 at the Spiritual King stage.

Of course, there were exceptions. Yan Han hadn’t reached Level 6 yet, but she still became a colonel because of her expertise in inscriptions.

Feng Wu asked earnestly, “Do you mean my actual level or my combat ability?”

Yang Zhihu asked, “Is there a difference?”

Feng Wu gave it some thought. “I’m a Level 5 Spiritual King, but I can defeat Level 6 Spiritual Kings in actual combat.”

Pffft!

Yang Zhihu almost spat out his tea.

“You? A Level 5 Spiritual King? And you can defeat Level 6 Spiritual Kings?”