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"Master, you finished cleaning up so quickly?" When Xiao Hua released Fu Zhiwen to steer the flying carriage, Fu Zhiwen looked around in astonishment and cried out.
"What was there to clean up? They were only a few fifth-grade Yuan force brats. Did Master need to take them seriously?" Xiao Hua replied disdainfully.
"Hehe, Master, what rank are you now?" Fu Zhiwen grinned mischievously as he urged the flying carriage onward.
"Guess!"
"Do I even need to guess?" Seeing Xiao Hua's smug expression, Fu Zhiwen immediately understood. "Since Huang Order cultivators came to attack, Master must still be on the Huang Ranking. And since Master could defeat Immortal Palace Heavenly Soldiers, you should have fifth-grade Yuan force cultivation. Though the Xuanhuang Order cannot yet be confirmed, you must now be first on the Huang Ranking!"
"Wrong. If those eight Xuanhuang Order cultivators cannot return to the Xuanhuang Order, then your master can already squeeze onto the Xuan Ranking!" Xiao Hua nodded. He knew clearly that when the Xuanhuang Order sent people again, it would not be so simple. Perhaps the next ones would be Confucian cultivators with sixth-grade mid-tier or upper-tier Yuan force. Thinking of this, Xiao Hua asked curiously, "Disciple, who do you think would put up such an enormous reward to hire Xuanhuang Order experts to hunt down your master?"
"Master, this disciple does not know much even about the Xuanhuang List, much less the Xuanhuang Order. This disciple cannot answer your question!" Fu Zhiwen's experience could not compare to Fairy Jing and the others'; he truly knew nothing about such matters.
"Forget it..."