Chapter 138: Because You’re Trash
Ming Zhaoshuang was startled by this scene, but then saw Cheng Zhaoyang agilely drag Qin Feilong down, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.
She ordered someone to take Qin Feilong down to be treated for his injuries, and said to Ming Zhaoshuang:
“Brother Qin, you were very strange just now.”
No one understood the gap between Qin Feilong’s previous and current state better than Cheng Zhaoyang; it was as if he had been replaced by someone else, and she was completely defenseless against him.
Ming Zhaoshuang also saw this and thought to herself that it was fortunate Qin Feilong still had his senses and had not been completely controlled.
Otherwise, perhaps he would have ended up like the painting scroll in the Heaven and Earth Yin Yang Formation, eventually being completely body seized by someone.
She smiled and said, “It’s okay, no matter how strange he was, didn’t he still lose to Sister Zhaoyang?”
While she said that, she couldn’t help but worry.
It seemed Qin Feilong was deeply poisoned, to the point where he could be directly manipulated by that black shadow.
While thinking, she stepped forward and pulled out the note in her hand, on which was clearly written the name Cheng Zhaowen.
Ming Zhaoshuang frowned slightly: “Why is it a member of the Cheng family.”
She had seen Cheng Zhaowen before; he was in the late Golden Core stage, not particularly strong against her, but she didn’t really want to face Cheng Zhaoyang’s relative, as winning would feel a bit unfair to Cheng Zhaoyang.
However, looking up, she saw that out of the thirty-two competitors, one-third were from the Cheng family.
Well then, she couldn’t be blamed for being ruthless.
Cheng Zhaoyang also frowned slightly upon seeing Cheng Zhaowen, as if recalling something, she said: “This person is not easy to deal with.”
Ming Zhaoshuang asked, puzzled: “Why do you say that.”
Cheng Zhaoyang pursed her lips and said: “I sparred with him before, and it wasn’t pleasant.”
Cheng Zhaoyang would not have lost, which meant Cheng Zhaowen must have done something that made Cheng Zhaoyang extremely disgusted, leading to her assessment of him.
Ming Zhaoshuang said: “Then if I beat her up, would you be happy, Sister Zhaoyang?”
Cheng Zhaoyang smiled: “If you can beat her up, I will give you a High-Grade Profound Spirit Tool.”
Ming Zhaoshuang held Fushuang, jumped onto the arena, and turned to Cheng Zhaoyang, saying:
“You said it, Sister Zhaoyang!”
Cheng Zhaowen clearly had not expected his opponent to be a young girl.
He looked at Ming Zhaoshuang and mockingly said: “I’ve heard for a long time that Cheng Zhaoyang brought back a yellow-haired brat, and she actually dares to participate in the Great Family Competition, it’s ridiculous. Why don’t you women just stay in your rooms and embroider, instead of…”
As soon as he spoke, he was spewing nonsense, and Ming Zhaoshuang instantly understood why Cheng Zhaoyang’s previous match with him was unpleasant.
Tsk, Ming Zhaoshuang cursed inwardly.
She directly drew her sword: “Why all the useless talk, if you want to fight, fight quickly! Ming Ye Sect, Ming Zhaoshuang!”
Cheng Zhaowen announced his name and then directly slashed a sword towards Ming Zhaoshuang.
Ming Zhaoshuang looked at the sword qi that was close at hand, neither dodging nor avoiding. Spiritual power surged in her hand, and Fushuang, like a snow-white dragon, deflected Cheng Zhaowen’s long sword.
Fushuang slid with the momentum, and actually struck directly towards Cheng Zhaowen’s neck.
Cheng Zhaowen had not expected her sword momentum to be so treacherous, and in a moment of carelessness, he could only retreat in a panic.
Blood splattered, and Ming Zhaoshuang almost severed one of Cheng Zhaowen’s hands.
Fushuang was unstained by blood, and droplets fell to the ground. Ming Zhaoshuang frowned and asked sincerely: “Have you really reached the late Golden Core stage?”
How could he not even withstand one of her moves.
Cheng Zhaowen was dumbfounded: “Are you really only at the Golden Core mid-stage?”
Ming Zhaoshuang directly sent a sword strike, too lazy to waste words with Cheng Zhaowen.
Sword light crisscrossed, figures blurred.
Cheng Zhaowen did not underestimate her this time and used all his might to block Ming Zhaoshuang’s sword moves, but even so, he was forced to retreat steadily by her unpredictable sword momentum and unstoppable sword qi.
After less than a hundred moves, he was like a rat scurrying across the street, not knowing where to hide.
Finally, Ming Zhaoshuang brought her sword across, resting it on Cheng Zhaowen’s neck.
Cheng Zhaowen’s face turned pale: “How is it possible, you… you, a Golden Core mid-stage, and also a woman, how…”
Ming Zhaoshuang was speechless, it was one thing that he couldn’t believe she was in the Golden Core mid-stage, but why did he have to emphasize that she was a woman.
She said without hesitation: “Because you’re trash!”
Honestly, Cheng Zhaowen was not as powerful as an average Golden Core mid-stage cultivator, and she didn’t know how he had managed to reach the threshold of the late Golden Core stage.
She had originally thought that she would have to give her all against someone in the late Golden Core stage.
As it turned out, for a weakling like Cheng Zhaowen, she didn’t even need to take out her talismans; she had directly resolved him with her sword.
Cheng Zhaowen still refused to believe it: “I know I’m not as powerful as an average man, but why you, a yellow-haired brat…”
Ming Zhaoshuang, losing her patience, directly kicked him off the stage.
“Trash, is it that hard to admit that I, and that women are stronger than you?”
The judge was about to speak, wanting to tell Ming Zhaoshuang that it was against the rules to physically assault an opponent after the match, but then he remembered.
But Ming Zhaoshuang’s gaze was ice-cold, which scared him into a shiver. He immediately announced: “Ming Ye Sect, Ming Zhaoshuang, wins!”
Ming Zhaoshuang jumped off the stage with satisfaction and reached out to Cheng Zhaoyang: “Sister Zhaoyang, my spirit tool.”
Cheng Zhaoyang chuckled and handed her a talisman brush that she had prepared long ago.
She said: “There are very few Talisman Masters in the Cheng family, so this is the best quality I can offer. I hope Junior Sister Zhaoshuang will not dislike it.”
Ming Zhaoshuang accepted with a smile: “Thank you, Sister Zhaoyang.”
She hadn’t obtained the Primordial Brush, and she was in need of a suitable talisman brush.
A High-Grade Profound tier talisman brush, although not of the highest grade, was sufficient for her at the moment.
Ming Zhaoshuang took the brush and said to Cheng Zhaoyang: “Sister Zhaoyang, this Cheng Zhaowen is supposedly a member of your Cheng family, why is he so weak.”
He even discriminated based on gender; if he hadn’t been named Cheng, Ming Zhaoshuang wouldn’t have stopped at just kicking him twice.
Cheng Zhaoyang also hadn’t expected Cheng Zhaowen to become so weak after not seeing him for a few years.
She carefully said: “He is a civil official, and his cultivation is merely for prolonging his life, not for combat. His late Golden Core cultivation was achieved through external means.”
Most civil officials in the Great Sui Dynasty were in similar situations, so losing a battle did not invite mockery.
Ming Zhaoshuang said: “Then how did he manage to rank among the top thirty-two?”
Cheng Zhaoyang fell silent for a moment, not knowing how to answer. Finally, she said: “His surname is Cheng, and he holds a third-rank official position in the court.”
Ming Zhaoshuang: “…”
So it was she who didn’t understand the ways of the world.
Speaking of which, Cheng Zhaoyang, recalling Ming Zhaoshuang’s performance in the matches, couldn’t help but ask: “I’ve been watching you fight these past few days, and your swordsmanship improves with each passing day. May I ask why?”
Cheng Zhaoyang had an extremely strong desire for the way of the sword.
Previously, she had observed Ming Zhaoshuang’s exquisite sword techniques, but Ming Zhaoshuang’s swordsmanship was not good, so she couldn’t grasp the full picture.
However, these past few days, Ming Zhaoxue had been teaching Ming Zhaoshuang sword techniques in her dreams every night, and her swordsmanship had greatly improved. Cheng Zhaoyang watched, understanding more each day, and yearning more each day to glimpse the full picture of this swordsmanship.
At the same time, she also wanted to know why Ming Zhaoshuang’s swordsmanship had improved so dramatically.
It wasn’t that she was impolite and wanted to pry into others’ privacy; it was simply that her thirst for swordsmanship was too great.
Ming Zhaoshuang looked at Cheng Zhaoyang’s eyes, which seemed to be burning with intense desire, but shook her head: “Sister Zhaoyang, I cannot tell you this.”
She still didn’t want anyone to know about Ming Zhaoxue’s existence.
Cheng Zhaoyang was not angry at being refused, and with an apologetic tone, said to Ming Zhaoshuang:
“I spoke out of turn.”
Unexpectedly, before her words fell, a sword manual appeared before her eyes.
Ming Zhaoshuang said: “I only have half of it, Sister Zhaoyang, you can figure out the rest yourself.”
Ming Zhaoshuang handed the 《 Number One Sword Technique Under Heaven （ to ）》 Cheng Zhaoyang, without any reluctance.
