1824: Beautiful Master (5)

Beautiful Master (5)

The second prince waved his fan and smiled at Ranmil.1

Ranmil didn't know what to say.

Because everyone was eager to roll the dice, they soon formed a line.

The second prince was the first in line…

Zuo Qingxian, Dugu Yamo, Dugu Mengxi, Feng Liu, Feng Sang, Feng Yiran, Feng Xun, Xuan Yi, Master Jue, Ranmil, and Sefiro lined up behind him in that order.

There were 12 of them in total.

"Based on the rules, one needs to pay a price to play the lucky draw. It can be in the form of spirit stones, part of one's lifespan, or spiritual essence."

Because the second prince was here for the first time, Zuo Qingxian explained to him, "Spirit stones are too expensive. Rolling the dice once will cost you 10,000 low-grade spirit stones, a year of your life, or 10% of your spiritual essence.

"The spiritual essence can be recovered, but the other two can't, so most people will choose to pay the fee with their spiritual essence," Zuo Qingxian reminded the second prince.

Feng Wu glanced at the white fairy.

The white fairy hemmed and hawed.

Feng Wu asked, "So, is there something you need to tell me?"

The white fairy hemmed and hawed.

Feng Wu asked, "Where does the spiritual essence go?"

The white fairy said, "Do you remember the two other ghost kings? It goes to them."

Feng Wu nodded and looked quite sorry. "Can we grab it halfway?"

The white fairy said, "Even if you can, it'll be useless to you. Humans can't absorb it. Only spiritual pets or sword spirits can, but your sword spirit is already absorbing some right now…"

Before the white fairy could go on, Feng Wu raised her hand, and Little Phoenix appeared on her shoulder.

"Little Phoenix?!" the white fairy cried out. "Is that really Little Phoenix?"

Feng Wu looked at the white fairy suspiciously, "Have you met the bird before?"

The white fairy studied Little Phoenix carefully before she shook her head. "No, it's not that bird. That bird was a grumpy bigshot. It would tear me to pieces if I dared to stare at it like this."

Feng Wu asked, "Why?"

The white fairy was carried away by her memories. In the end, she heaved a long sigh and said, "That bird used to be the flying spiritual pet of a very, very important person.

"He wasn't just your regular bigshot. He was… the most capable man on this continent!

"Do you know what it looks like to tear the sky open with a sword?

"That bigshot… No, calling him a bigshot is an insult to him! He was an immortal!

"No, I can't say his name. It'll be defiling him."

Feng Wu said, "I think you're talking about…" She didn't get to finish the sentence.

The white fairy cut her off with a wave of her hand.

The look on her face was a mixture of fear and reverence. Her eyes glowed, as if she was reminded of an unreachable deity.

"No, I can't talk about him." The white fairy changed the subject. "This is definitely not the Little Phoenix I knew. Hm, you want to keep the spiritual essence? Well, it's doable."

The white fairy walked away, waved her hand, and a pipe appeared, which linked the hall to where they were.

There was a smug look on her face. "If your bird can pierce through this pipe, it'll be able to take the spiritual essence. Unfortunately…"

She said in a sorry tone, "Unfortunately, that bird will never be able to do that."

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