Chapter 41: Ao Tian And Chen Xing Are Super Powerful, It’s Not Surprising He Got A Quota
As Ming Zhaoshuang had worried, Ming Chenxing was at a disadvantage from the start.
But as Long had predicted, even though Ming Chenxing wasn’t beating Wei Xun, he wasn’t letting Wei Xun have an easy time either, defending steadily.
The two were locked in a fierce match that was dazzling to watch.
Looking at Ming Chenxing’s sword moves, Ming Zhaoshuang found it increasingly strange, “Ming Chenxing’s sword technique isn’t from the Ming family.”
Although she couldn’t discern the specifics, as the Eldest Young Lady of the Ming family, how could she not recognize the Ming family’s sword technique? The sword technique Ming Chenxing was using now was light and agile, each move consuming almost no spiritual power, yet it could deflect Wei Xun’s sword moves with minimal effort.
Conversely, Wei Xun’s sword moves required a significant expenditure of spiritual power.
As a result, it was likely that the farther into the fight they went, the more Wei Xun would be at a disadvantage, and Ming Chenxing would then be able to counterattack.
Long poked his head out and said, “The sword technique he’s using is the Setting Sun Blood from the Setting Sun Mountain Range, created by the great expert Setting Sun Immortal Crossing from thirty thousand years ago. Naturally, it’s not something a small sect like the Ming family could create.”
Ming Zhaoshuang understood, “So that’s how it is. Then Chenxing is even more formidable than I imagined!”
Long: “……”
He then retracted his head and secretly resolved not to speak with Ming Zhaoshuang anymore.
It’s just the Setting Sun Blood sword technique, his own sword technique was taught by the Ascender Dragon King back then, and it’s unknown how many times more powerful it is than this Ming Chenxing.
If it weren’t for the Heavenly Dao playing a trick on him, rendering him unable to use any spiritual power right now, preventing even form transformation, he wouldn’t have to be lying on her body with no threat at all. It wouldn’t be Ming Chenxing’s turn to show off.
When his spiritual power recovers, he will definitely perform all eighteen types of sword techniques in front of Ming Zhaoshuang.
Qin Du, seeing Ming Chenxing’s sword technique, couldn’t help but be surprised, and secretly felt relieved.
Sect Master Bixia remained calm and composed; others might not know Wei Xun’s background, but he did.
That person was from the Upper Cultivation World. Even if his cultivation talent was the same as others, the resources he had would definitely be superior to others.
To be honest, he didn’t really want to send Wei Xun out. After all, Wei Xun was a trump card he planned to use in the Talisman Saint’s Secret Realm, and it would be best to conserve his strength.
But who could have known that these people from the Ao Tian Sect were bullying them too much, not even giving them a single quota.
On the contrary, He Wanxia, seeing that Wei Xun had been unable to gain a suppressive advantage over Ming Chenxing, couldn’t help but shout:
“Brother Xun, attack him! Take back the face of our Bixia Sect! Brother Xun, you’re the most powerful!”
Fei Changxiu was not to be outdone, shouting loudly:
“Who says your Wei Xun is the most powerful? Clearly, my Chenxing is the super invincible giant powerful one. Ao Tian Chenxing is here, no surprises, fifth quota, plucked like a flower, do you understand!”
As he shouted, the disciples of Ao Tian Sect followed suit:
“Ao Tian Chenxing is incredibly powerful, his presence means no surprises for the quota! Ao Tian Chenxing is incredibly powerful, his presence means no surprises for the quota! Ao Tian Chenxing is incredibly powerful, his presence means no surprises for the quota!”
He Wanxia glanced at the mere thirty-odd disciples behind her. Although some followed her shouting, their voices were no match for those of the Ao Tian Sect disciples.
In fact, with her shouting, the entire entrance of the sect was filled with the voices of Ao Tian Sect disciples, making her face turn green with anger.
He Wanxia stomped her foot fiercely, “Brother Wei! Don’t hesitate, hit him with all you’ve got!”
Wei Xun also began to realize that the rate at which his spiritual power was being depleted was not on the same level as Ming Chenxing’s. If this continued, he might be overturned.
He retreated several steps, his long sword hovering at his fingertips, powerful fire element spiritual power encircling the sword body, winding its way to the sword tip, carving out a bright and dazzling color.
He was gathering power, and Ming Chenxing was also gathering power.
Ming Chenxing glanced at Ming Zhaoshuang, who sat composed in the competitor’s area, then at Fei Changxiu, who stood at the front of the Ao Tian Sect disciples, holding a banner, his face red from shouting too hard.
He let out a soft snort, the corner of his mouth unconsciously curling up slightly, and he raised his right hand, the long sword in his hand flashing with golden light.
“Blazing Fire Incinerating Gold Technique!”
The extremely sharp sword edge rushed forward with a surge of yellowish-red flames, the scorching heat almost melting the entire arena.
But Ming Chenxing just stood there, motionless, his long sword even frozen in mid-air, as if frightened by the terrifying sword qi.
Finally, just as the sword edge was about to reach Ming Chenxing, he finally cast a spell.
However, this spell was just a basic metal element spell—Golden Bell Shield.
“No, fire counters metal! What are you doing, kid, how can you block it with that!”
Fei Changxiu slammed his hand on the desk and roared at Ming Chenxing:
“If you really can’t win, just concede. Why do you have to fight so hard!”
Ming Zhaoshuang sighed and shook her head, “Senior Brother Fei, you’re really noisy.”
Fortunately, her system had entered slumber mode, otherwise, with one arguing in her mind and the other in her ear, she really wouldn’t be able to keep up.
Xiao Bai had just said that the Setting Sun Blood sword technique used by Ming Chenxing from the Setting Sun Mountain Range indicated that Ming Chenxing was not cultivating according to the standards of the Ming family in the Lower Cultivation World, but rather according to the standards of the Setting Sun Mountain Range in the Upper Cultivation World.
That is to say, Ming Zhaoshuang, who was not mentioned in the original novel, why she inexplicably ended up in the Upper Cultivation World after experiencing Qin Feilong’s beating from the “don’t bully a young man for being poor” three-year pact in the Lower Cultivation World and became the Saintess of the Setting Sun Mountain Range, must have something to do with Ming Chenxing.
Or rather, the reason Ming Chenxing came to the Lower Realm was for Ming Zhaoshuang.
Although she didn’t know what Ming Chenxing was hiding from her, or what secrets the original owner harbored.
But as far as she knew, the Setting Sun Mountain Range was one of the Three Great Regions of the Upper Cultivation World. If Ming Chenxing had not been out of touch with the Setting Sun Mountain Range, then Wei Xun, a mere son of a small sect from the Upper Cultivation World, would definitely not be able to defeat him.
As expected, as soon as she finished speaking, she could see blazing fire burning, sword qi crisscrossing, and cracks appearing above the Golden Bell Shield. But within it, Ming Chenxing had already disappeared.
“You think I’ll lose?”
A clear, youthful voice rang out. On the other side of the arena, Ming Chenxing stood silently behind Wei Xun, holding his long sword, holding him captive.
The cold sword edge grazed Wei Xun’s neck, drawing wisps of blood.
Ming Chenxing paid no mind, his deep dark eyes fixed only on Fei Changxiu, as if waiting for an answer from him.
Fei Changxiu looked over at the sound. Under Ming Chenxing’s gaze, he was speechless, his expression gradually calming from its initial redness and heat.
He stretched his neck out and pretended to be serious, saying, “I never said that. Don’t slander me.”
At the same time, he couldn’t help but grumble inwardly that if he were to face Wei Xun, he might not even be able to win.
After all, compared to Zhao Congmo, Wei Xun was clearly more powerful. Zhao Congmo had even forced him to use that Talisman Saint Talisman, yet Ming Chenxing’s fight against Wei Xun was so effortless. It was clear that Ming Chenxing had been hiding his strength when fighting him earlier.
Fei Changxiu’s defenses were broken.
The opponent he had always thought of was actually just not taking him seriously.
