Chapter 113: No Matter, I’ll Cling To The Thigh First
When Ming Zhaoshuang woke up again, she saw a simple dwelling before her eyes.
She glanced at the furnishings in the room and guessed that not only Qin Feilong but all of them had been brought back by Cheng Zhaoyang.
Suddenly, she turned her palm and saw a note and a token.
The note was very small and only contained a short sentence:
“The arched back gleams with the dawn, and the autumn wind rides horses out of Xianyang.”
Zhaoshuang’s name is excellent. I also hope that one day, I will see you as the poem says, riding horses in the autumn wind, full of spirit, traveling far and wide to meet me again.
After this passage, a small heart was drawn.
Ming Zhaoshuang leaned the back of her hand against the corner of her slightly upturned mouth, her eyes involuntarily curving.
Without a doubt, this was Shen Liqian’s farewell letter. After she broke through the Talisman Saint’s Secret Realm, she had seen her true heart clearly and had no need to stay in the Ao Tian Sect, so she chose to leave.
But leaving was for a future reunion.
Ming Zhaoshuang would not stop at the Lower Cultivation World, and Shen Liqian would not sit idly by and be bullied by the Dragon Domain just because she chose to become a Saintess.
They would meet again one day.
The System chuckled, “Yo, smiling so happily here. I’ve checked for you, you have this letter, Qin Feilong doesn’t. Qin Feilong doesn’t even deserve a period.”
She lost consciousness, but the System’s code did not. Using Ming Zhaoshuang’s body, she had personally witnessed Shen Liqian’s every move.
She was also moved by the friendship between the women.
As for the token, it was the Glazed Azure Sea Elder Token that Yiqi Huang had given to Shen Liqian.
Shen Liqian was naturally the daughter of the Glazed Azure Sea Palace Master, so she didn’t need this token, which is why she gave it to her.
Ming Zhaoshuang put away the note and the token, and then inspected her body. She found that although her body still hurt, it was already mostly healed, likely due to the System’s efforts during this time.
Ming Zhaoshuang asked, “How many days have I slept?”
The System replied, “Three days. Your injuries were severe, so sleeping for three days is normal.”
While she was asking, suddenly a man lifted the door curtain and looked at her with joy, “Immortal Fairy, you’re finally awake. Your three older brothers are extremely worried.”
Saying that, he walked towards Ming Zhaoshuang and asked, “Immortal Fairy, could you extend your hand so that Zhao He can check your pulse?”
Ming Zhaoshuang retracted her hand, remembering that the dragon was still in her sleeve, and shook her head, “I’m fine. Do you know where my three older brothers are?”
“That’s right, Immortal Fairy should have a Wood Spirit Root, otherwise, your self-healing ability wouldn’t be so strong!”
Cheng Zhaohe said this, but his heart also couldn’t help but mutter. When he first saw Ming Zhaoshuang, he felt she was on the verge of death. He never expected to save her, and he didn’t even apply any herbal medicine to her.
Who knew that after a day, she had recovered by 20% on her own. He only symbolically applied some herbal medicine to her, but by today, Ming Zhaoshuang had almost recovered on her own.
Even with a Wood Spirit Root, it shouldn’t be this outrageous.
However, he then thought of this Immortal Fairy’s older brothers and felt that her own recovery might not be impossible.
Cheng Zhaohe thought to himself for a long time, and finally, under Ming Zhaoshuang’s gaze, he remembered the latter half of her question and slapped his head, saying:
“Immortal Fairy, your three older brothers are highly valued by our General, and they are currently having a match with our General.”
Ming Zhaoshuang naturally knew that the General he was referring to was Cheng Zhaoyang. Upon hearing this, she said, “Isn’t your General at the Mid Nascent Soul stage? How can my three older brothers defeat him.”
Although Fei Changxiu and Ming Chenxing were already cultivators at the Early Nascent Soul stage, they were still no match for Cheng Zhaoyang.
Cheng Zhaohe said with a smile, “Ah, what is this? The General told them to all come at once. I’ll take Immortal Fairy to see.”
Saying that, he led Ming Zhaoshuang out of the room and, winding around, they arrived before a high platform.
On the high platform, there were three men and one woman.
The three men were naturally Fei Changxiu, Ming Chenxing, and Qin Feilong, while the woman was exceptionally heroic and valiant.
She was dressed in a light red armor, her sleeves fluttering, her black hair wild and untamed, her long sword as bright as snow. Even under the siege of the three, she remained calm and unhurried, like a nimble and swift fierce beast, darting between them.
The long sword in her hand changed unpredictably, a flash of red, a stretch of white light, enough to make them have no power to resist.
She again appeared beautiful and radiant, handsome and unrestrained, her brows holding a hint of heroic spirit. The overly strong eyes paired with her slightly softer facial lines, surprisingly gave her the masculinity of a man, yet she did not lose the tenderness unique to a woman.
From afar, just as her name suggested, she was a resplendent morning sun rising.
“Sister, kill me! Sister, kill me! Three against one and you’re still dominating them. Sister, you’re simply my type, I love you so much!”
Before Ming Zhaoshuang could speak, the System in her mind was already drooling.
Ming Zhaoshuang stared at Cheng Zhaoyang, seeing her sword Qi like a rainbow, using the sword moves of Qin Feilong and the others. Unlike the superficial moves she had learned before, Cheng Zhaoyang’s sword moves seemed to have merged into one. Not only did they look the same, but using them was no less than that of the three.
This…
She had thought her talent was already heaven-defying, but she didn’t expect Cheng Zhaoyang’s talent to be even more heaven-defying!
It’s truly a case of “Why be born, if not alongside Yang!” It makes people die of envy!
Perhaps sensing her confusion, the System explained to her:
“You are different from Cheng Zhaoyang. She has an Innate Sword Bone, which is equivalent to a Spiritually Connected Sacred Body for the Way of Swordsmanship. She can basically learn all sword moves with just a glance. Furthermore, if her comprehension reaches a certain height, she can reach the realm of unity between man and sword, understanding Sword Intent without a mantra and maximizing the use of sword moves.”
But Ming Zhaoshuang was different. Let alone unity between man and sword, if she had even a 30% tacit understanding with Fushuang, the System would be genuinely happy for her.
What a shame for a divine tool to be so wronged by Ming Zhaoshuang.
The System said, “But now, her comprehension is not enough. At most, she has only developed 30%. Otherwise, how could Ming Chenxing and the others be a match for her.”
Innate Sword Bones, and even more so Innate Spiritual Sacred Bodies, are rarer. Once they mature, they will be the strongest in this world.
Innate Spiritual Sacred Bodies can at least grow between Peak Grade Spirit Roots and even High Grade Spirit Roots, but Sword Bones will only grow on Innate Gold Spirit Roots. Innate Sword Bones are born only when talent and comprehension reach the same level.
Over ten thousand years ago, the Five Sages reigned supreme, and Innate Spirit Roots and Spiritual Sacred Bodies were almost standard, yet not a single Innate Sword Bone was born.
This shows that within three hundred years at most, these people will create a prosperous era of cultivation even more brilliant than theirs.
Ming Zhaoshuang recalled the scene in the painting scroll where Cheng Zhaoyang commanded myriad swords with a broken sword, and for a moment, she also felt that she was outrageously powerful.
As they spoke, the victor on the stage was decided.
Ming Chenxing and the others cupped their fists and conceded defeat, then turned to look at Ming Zhaoshuang, who was by the side.
Seeing that she had automatically walked over, Fei Changxiu’s face immediately lit up with a smile, and he stretched out his hand, saying, “Little sister, come quickly and see if big brother fought handsomely.”
Unexpectedly, Ming Zhaoshuang bypassed the three and went directly to Cheng Zhaoyang’s side, the red mole at the corner of her eye bright and alluring.
“Hello, Zhaoyang Sister. Do you remember me? We didn’t meet when we were children. Back then, you were playing at your house, and I was playing at mine. We were good friends who never met.”
No matter what, she’d latch onto the strong leg first!
