Chapter 33: Senior Brother Xiu’er Knocks The Opponent Down
Peak Master Xiu Tian said, “…”
He patted Fei Changxiu’s head again and said angrily:
“Look at the mess you’ve made!”
Saying this, he rushed back to the Elder Council, looking like his backside was on fire.
Fei Changxiu grinned at Ming Chenxing and Ming Zhaoshuang and said:
“Old Xiu is definitely going to cry to the Sect Master just now. Don’t look at how serious he is, he’s actually very petty, and even the smallest thing is enough to make him cry for a while.”
Ming Zhaoshuang suppressed a laugh and looked back to see Peak Master Xiu Tian being surrounded by several elders, one hand raised, looking like he was wiping away tears.
Peak Master Letian kindly offered him a handkerchief, but he pushed it away.
It must be said that Peak Master Xiu Tian has good fortune to have a disciple like Fei Changxiu.
“Alright, since you two have nothing, I’ll give you a shortcut.”
Ming Zhaoshuang said to Fei Changxiu and Ming Chenxing. She took out two talismans from her storage bag and handed one to each of them.
Alas, she hadn’t even used the Explosion Talismans drawn by Wei Shuo yet.
Fei Changxiu glanced at it and saw the bright characters “Wei Shuo” at the end of the talisman. He immediately retracted it as if in shock and said:
“No, Junior Sister Ming, you’re giving me something so precious just like that?”
These were Wei Shuo Talismans that even the Upper Cultivation World was scrambling for!
Ming Chenxing also declined, saying, “Eldest Young Lady, it’s too valuable.”
“Who said I was giving them to you?” Ming Zhaoshuang put on a stern face and reprimanded:
“I’m giving them to you in case you can’t win and need to save face. If you can win, don’t use them carelessly. Give them back to me after you’re done, I only have one left.”
There was indeed only one Explosion Talisman left, but she had already memorized its appearance and could produce it again.
It’s just that the explosive power might not be even a tenth of what Wei Shuo’s could achieve.
Saying this, Ming Zhaoshuang smiled and looked at Shen Liqian, putting the last Explosion Talisman into her hand, and said:
“Qianqian, you’re a Music Cultivator, using this to protect yourself is the best.”
She didn’t object to Peak Master Xiu Tian giving those resources to Shen Liqian, not because she had a bad relationship with Shen Liqian, but because as the Saintess of Lapis Lazuli Azure Sea, those things would likely be useless to her and even a burden.
However, she couldn’t let her Qianqian suffer a disadvantage. Talisman Saint Talismans were rare treasures in the Upper Cultivation World, and she thought they would be considered treasures by Shen Liqian, worthy of her.
“Since this is the last one, what will you use to protect yourself?”
Upon hearing this, Shen Liqian became anxious and was about to return the Explosion Talisman to Ming Zhaoshuang.
Such a thing was truly precious.
“Qianqian, don’t worry.”
Ming Zhaoshuang took out a writing brush and a stack of yellow paper from her storage bag: “Don’t forget, I’m also a Talisman Master.”
Although she had only just learned talisman drawing a few hours ago, she had already decided to become a Talisman Master. This would be useful in the future, so there was no need to hide it.
Saying this, she drew an Explosion Talisman in front of everyone.
Seeing her relaxed demeanor and casual posture, everyone couldn’t help but feel uneasy.
What kind of Talisman Master draws talismans like this?
Using an ordinary writing brush, without focusing her concentration, this wasn’t drawing talismans, it was clearly painting.
After about five or six minutes, a talisman identical to the one in Shen Liqian’s palm appeared.
The only difference was that the talisman Ming Zhaoshuang drew did not have the characters “Wei Shuo” on it. Ming Zhaoshuang said:
“The talisman I used to blow up Ling Yangping just now was drawn by myself. Although the effect isn’t as good as Wei Shuo’s, the effect is already far superior to those of the same grade.”
Ming Zhaoshuang said, “Besides, besides being a Talisman Master, I am also a Sword Cultivator.”
Saying this, she was about to swing her sword, but suddenly remembered that her Yellow Grade Spirit Sword had been destroyed by someone, and she smiled somewhat awkwardly:
“I’ll just find an Artificer to forge another sword.”
Hearing her say this, Shen Liqian finally accepted the talisman.
Seeing that the next match was about to begin, Ming Zhaoshuang tossed the talisman she had just drawn to Fei Changxiu and said to him:
“Xiu’er Senior Brother, go and defeat everyone on the opposite side!”
“You got it!”
Fei Changxiu took the talisman, wiped his nose, and confidently strode onto the arena.
Ming Zhaoshuang wasn’t worried about Fei Changxiu’s strength, so she picked up her brush and said to the remaining six Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters who were about to compete:
“Come, I’ll draw some Defense Talismans on your backs.”
Huh?
The six looked at each other, not understanding.
Talismans were drawn on yellow paper, not on their backs. If drawn on their backs, wouldn’t they be laughed at if seen?
Ming Chenxing coughed, “Eldest Young Lady, I don’t need you to draw one, I can win.”
Indeed, his strength was comparable to Fei Changxiu’s, and securing a spot wouldn’t be difficult for him.
“Don’t talk, you’re first.”
Ming Zhaoshuang pulled him over, made him turn his back to her, and was about to draw:
“You’ve seen it too, I almost killed the Lingxiao Sect’s son. It’s hard to guarantee that in the subsequent duels, they won’t try to kill you. It’s easier to dodge an open spear than a hidden arrow. Drawing a Defense Talisman can save your life.”
“Junior Sister, use my brush.”
Someone from the Ao Tian Sect disciple seats threw out a Talisman Brush.
Ming Zhaoshuang took the brush and looked up. The person was Duan Hua, the Senior Brother of Hua Tian Peak. As she looked at him, his eyes seemed to ripple with envy and admiration.
Only they, as Talisman Masters, knew how defying heaven it was that Junior Sister could draw a talisman in a few minutes, especially when she drew it casually while chatting with them.
He had a premonition that in the future, Junior Sister’s achievements in the Talisman Arts Path would surely be unmatched in the Lower Cultivation World, no, unmatched in the entire Cultivation World!
If his brush was used by Junior Sister, then he could brag about it everywhere in the future.
Ming Zhaoshuang twirled the brush in her hand. Mysterious Grade Low-Rank, it was a good item in the Lower Cultivation World.
She smiled faintly at the Senior Brother of Hua Tian Peak and said, “Thank you.”
The Senior Brother of Hua Tian Peak touched his head. His youthful face was filled with smiles, making him look extremely honest.
Ming Zhaoshuang no longer hesitated. She raised her brush and began to draw on Ming Chenxing’s back. Her face was taut, her back was straight, but her speed did not decrease. Whether it was a hook, a stroke, or a dot, each stroke and each dot leaped onto his back.
Ming Chenxing only felt a spiritual flow surge across his back, bringing a cool and refreshing sensation.
Before long, Ming Zhaoshuang put down her brush.
“It’s done,”
Her head felt heavy, and she felt a bit mentally exhausted. She said to Ming Chenxing, “Give me a pill to restore spiritual power.”
She had likely overdrawn her spiritual power.
After all, she had just come down from the arena, and after recovering a little spiritual power, she had impatiently used it to draw talismans.
After taking the pill, Ming Zhaoshuang’s spiritual power recovered somewhat, but she still felt a bit dizzy and weak in her limbs, as if her soul had been disconnected from her body.
Ming Zhaoshuang was still trying to figure out the reason. The other disciples of the Ao Tian Sect, seeing her pale face, spontaneously helped her to sit down and advised her not to worry and to watch Fei Changxiu’s match for a while.
Fei Changxiu’s strength was indeed formidable, his sword techniques were bizarre, and his spells were brilliant, completely overpowering the Bixia Sect disciple.
However, this person liked to toy with his prey, like a cat playing with a mouse. Although he could have defeated the opponent in one go, he always let them go at a critical moment, giving them a chance to resist.
The Bixia Sect disciple probably realized that Fei Changxiu was doing it on purpose, but out of respect for his sect’s reputation, he refused to surrender and continued to fight him.
The Sect Master of Bixia Sect, who had maintained his composure for over a hundred years, finally showed a crack when he saw Fei Changxiu capture his disciple for the seventh time, only to let him go for the seventh time.
This Fei Changxiu was clearly dragging the reputation of their Bixia Sect through the mud.
Finally, Qin Du gave a light cough, signaling Fei Changxiu to stop after a decisive blow. Fei Changxiu then flicked the Bixia Sect disciple’s sword away with his own, placed it on his neck, and grinned at the Sect Master of Bixia Sect:
“I won.”
The Sect Master of Bixia Sect snorted and signaled his disciple to withdraw.
