Two or three days passed and Old Master Feng did not come again. Feng Jiu originally thought that maybe he felt that Feng Qingge was fake after seeing her in the Feng Mansion, but the more she thought about it in the past two days, the more she felt that something was wrong.
Judging from Mr. Feng's demeanor and tone at the time, even if he thought she was fake, he would definitely come back to see her. But she had been waiting for two or three days and he didn't come again. This was strange.
So, she left the room and told Leng Shuang, who was sitting cross-legged in the courtyard, "Leng Shuang, go find out if anything happened in Feng Mansion these two days."
"Yes." Although Leng Shuang was confused, she got up and left without asking any more questions.
She came to the courtyard and sat down, waiting for the results of Leng Shuang's inquiry. She couldn't calm down to practice until this matter was handled properly. She didn't plan to return to Feng's house so soon, but the current situation...
"Xiaojiu, Qingniang is making sweet soup. I've brought you a bowl. Try it. It tastes pretty good." Guan Xilin walked in with a smile, holding a bowl of sweet soup on a tray in his hand.
"Thank you, brother." She smiled and stood up to take it.
Guan Xilin sat down at the stone table and said, "Xiaojiu, I came here to tell you something."
"Huh? What's the matter?" she asked while drinking sweet soup.
He hesitated for a moment, then said, "I want to go to the black market to fight."
Hearing this, she frowned: "You want to use that to make money? You can't make much money at all. Besides, if you meet an opponent who is stronger than you and treats you ruthlessly, you won't even have the chance to admit defeat."
"I think that in addition to making money in a place like that, I can also enhance my combat effectiveness. What I lack most now is practical experience, so I want to accumulate experience first, and then participate in the three-year selection competition of Yao Ri Country and become the top ten on the star list. Only then will I have the opportunity to enter the Nebula Academy for training."
"Nebula Academy?"
She searched in her mind and said, "Is it the training academy rated as the Seven-Star Academy? I remember that the selection there is very strict, and it is held every three years. Even for a small ninth-level country like the Dazzling Country, it seems that no one has been able to enter the Nebula Academy in all these years!"
"Well, Xingyun Academy is very strict in recruiting students, and Qingteng Country is located in a level six medium country. Only those who become the top ten of Yao Ri Country will have the opportunity to try there. Although I know it is difficult, I still want to try. Moreover, only by leaving Yao Ri Country, maybe I can find my father in the future."
Hearing this, she nodded in understanding. He was indeed right. If one wanted to go from a small ninth-rank country to a country higher than the ninth-rank country, one could only enter if one's strength was recognized. Otherwise, even if one was a prince of a country, he would be rejected at the city gates.
Take Murong Yixuan for example, he is the prince of the Yao Ri Kingdom and also a child of destiny. He originally had a great chance to enter the Nebula Academy for training, but an accident happened three years ago and made him miss the chance and pass by the Nebula Academy. If he wants to enter Nebula again, he can only wait for the election held every three years.
"Since you have set your goal, then go for it! But remember, you must be careful when fighting with others. If you encounter an opponent who is too strong, you must admit defeat in time. You must know that losing a competition is not shameful, but if you lose your life, you will regret it."