Chapter 121: This Seat’s Welcome Gift For You
Ming Zhaoshuang had no time to even catch her breath before she saw a flash of sword light, and a section of her sleeve was cut off.
Xiao Bai coiled around her arm, not yet fully awake, his snow-white scales gleaming brilliantly against the dark sky.
Ming Zhaoshuang weakly raised her hand, wanting to cover it.
But Feng Budu cut it away with a sword, and looking at the only dragon left in the world, she actually laughed.
She just knew why she would give it to her.
So that was it.
Feng Budu looked at Ming Zhaoshuang, as if instantly releasing her anger. In those dark, deep eyes, a trace of imperceptible joy flickered.
She looked at Ming Zhaoshuang, her long, narrow eyes lowered, as if contemplating how to deal with her.
The latter probably felt she wouldn’t survive the night. Her bright eyes stared at her with unwillingness and hatred, as if telling her that she would drag her to hell with her.
But she didn’t need to send her to hell.
Feng Budu lifted her chin and her hands caressed the place where she had just pinched.
It was already bruised and swollen.
Demonic qi moved gently, and Ming Zhaoshuang actually felt a warm current flow over her.
She was… healing her?
Was this Demon Lord insane?
Seeing Ming Zhaoshuang’s astonished gaze, Feng Budu said with a cold face:
“Rest assured, I will not kill you.”
Feng Budu calmly raised her eyes and lifted Ming Zhaoshuang’s right hand, then slid the Emperor Shiqing Jade Ring from her own wrist onto Ming Zhaoshuang’s wrist.
Ming Zhaoshuang looked up and saw that Feng Budu’s expression was still cold and murderous, but a hint of imperceptible gentleness flashed in her eyes.
No, this Demon Lord wasn’t just healing her injuries, she was even giving her a spirit tool. What was going on?
Was she crazy or was the Demon Lord crazy!
Feng Budu didn’t care what Ming Zhaoshuang was thinking and simply said:
“This item is very good. Consider it a meeting gift from this Seat.”
She forcefully ruffled Ming Zhaoshuang’s hair, as if satisfied, and said to Ming Zhaoshuang:
“These cultivators who saw the dragon, to avoid trouble, do you want this Seat to kill them all for you.”
Ming Zhaoshuang: “……”
Maybe she should go to the Cultivation World Mental Treatment Center. She felt that this world was quite fantastical, and Feng Budu’s attitude change towards her was faster than a tornado.
Feng Budu spoke, her gaze full of killing intent sweeping over everyone present, so cold it was frightening.
Everyone present was shocked the moment they saw the dragon, not expecting that such a vast universe was hidden within the sleeve of a girl not yet thirteen years old.
The Dragon Race, no matter in which world, commanded awe.
But with Feng Budu here, they dared not speak and all lowered their heads, pretending to be dead.
However, upon hearing Feng Budu’s words, everyone couldn’t help but think: they were only pretending to be dead and didn’t want to actually die. Did Feng Budu need to see who first cut off the sleeve and showed it to them.
Even if this was cultivating the Path of Slaughter, it wasn’t cultivated like this!
Did they want to see? They didn’t!
They just wanted to save their own lives!
Ming Zhaoshuang’s neck had much improved under Feng Budu’s treatment, but looking at Feng Budu’s excessively cold and beautiful face, she still dared not say another word.
She didn’t know why Feng Budu was pinching her and conjuring Feng He out of thin air, nor did she know why Feng Budu’s attitude towards her changed so drastically the moment she saw Xiao Bai.
Everyone present was afraid, and Ming Zhaoshuang was also afraid.
The gap in cultivation between her and Feng Budu was too vast. She had no chance to struggle under Feng Budu’s hands.
Truly, as Feng Budu had said, they were all ants, all trash.
She feared this feeling, and she hated this feeling.
But she was helpless.
No one dared to speak; all eyes were fixed on Feng Budu.
What was on this Demon Lord’s mind, no one knew.
And Feng Budu’s gaze was fixed on Ming Zhaoshuang, as if if she spoke another word, the life and death of everyone present would be decided by her.
“I… I want to ask, you……”
Ming Zhaoshuang looked up, looked at Feng Budu, and her eyes were no longer filled with fear.
“Can it, still stay with me?”
It, referred to the dragon.
Ming Zhaoshuang actually didn’t know that at such a critical moment of life and death, she could still have the leisure to ask such a question unrelated to herself.
But this was indeed the question she most wanted to ask.
She feared that her life and death were not her own, and she also feared that the dragon would die at Feng Budu’s hands and be refined into an artifact by her.
To her surprise, Feng Budu didn’t even bother to look at the dragon and directly said without politeness:
“A waste with no cultivation, what use is it following this Seat.”
Ming Zhaoshuang pursed her lips, not refuting.
Nor did she have the right to refute.
Seeing her remain silent for a long time, Feng Budu understood Ming Zhaoshuang’s meaning and said:
“The time limit for Hong Shao is almost up. Since that’s the case, this Seat will not linger. I hope that the next time I see you, you will be far stronger than you are now.”
With that, Feng Budu’s illusory shadow flickered, and the long sleeve in her hand, carrying a fierce and powerful demonic flow, surged towards the group of demons behind her.
Blood flowed for a thousand miles, and corpses littered the ground.
With a sweep of her sleeve, she killed tens of thousands of demons!
Why was she killing demons? Weren’t they her own people!
Was it because these demons saw Xiao Bai that Feng Budu would kill them!
Feng Budu’s figure disappeared from everyone’s sight along with the vanishing demonic flow.
“Dereliction of duty, deserves death!”
As soon as she left, Feng Jinsui’s eyes were filled with ferocity, revealing the true reason Feng Budu killed these people.
Feng Jinsui flicked her resplendent and flamboyant red dress and said to Cheng Zhaoyang, “Cheng Zhaoyang! I will come again tomorrow! You are not allowed to play any dirty tricks!”
Saying that, she also left Demon Quelling Pass.
Ming Zhaoshuang’s body went limp and she fell to the ground.
Not only her, but everyone else also breathed a sigh of relief.
The pressure of an Immortal Crossing was truly terrifying.
Ming Zhaoshuang’s fingers were ice-cold, and she unconsciously covered Xiao Bai. When she looked up again, the faces of Fei Changxiu and Ming Chenxing had appeared before her.
Fei Changxiu pulled Ming Zhaoshuang up and said:
“You scared me to death. I almost thought junior sister would be killed by Feng Budu alone. Fortunately, there’s this dragon. I don’t know what relationship he has with Feng Budu, but she stopped when she saw him.”
Ming Zhaoshuang lowered her head, her gaze swept to her left hand, and she tried to remove the Di Shi Qing Bracelet on it.
She replied, “I don’t know either.”
Ming Chenxing looked at the dragon and, after a moment of hesitation, said, “He has no spiritual power around him. Is he really from the Dragon Race?”
Fei Changxiu couldn’t help but say, “That’s right, that’s right. I haven’t seen any dragons before. Junior sister, how do you have so many treasures besides Talisman Saint Talismans.”
With this setup, even the great sects in the Upper Cultivation World might not have it.
And this dragon looks quite similar to a serpent. Its scales are only a little whiter than a serpent’s, its fur is a little smoother than a serpent’s, its horns are a little more imposing than a serpent’s, and in all other aspects it’s just a little bit more than a serpent, but it looks no different from a serpent.
Fei Changxiu continued to ask, “And also, since this dragon has no spiritual power, why didn’t you make it into a divine tool, junior sister!”
The reason divine tools are divine tools is that their raw materials must be obtained from divine beasts. But since the Phoenix fell and the True Dragons perished a hundred thousand years ago, and the rest of the divine beasts all died or vanished, except for the Dragon Domain, divine beasts could no longer be seen anywhere else.
Therefore, spirit tools are mainly refined by artificers, while divine tools rely mainly on heaven’s favor.
As time went by, divine tools gradually disappeared.
What lay before Ming Zhaoshuang was a dragon that had lost its spiritual power, which in Fei Changxiu’s eyes was one, no, many raw materials for divine tools.
This was why Ming Zhaoshuang was unwilling for the dragon to be exposed to the world. With her current strength, she could not protect him at all.
Ming Zhaoshuang pushed away Fei Changxiu’s head, which was full of longing, and said irritably:
“Senior Brother Xiu’er, you might as well make me into a divine tool. Do you know that I’ve entered into a Life and Death Contract with him.”
Hearing about the Life and Death Contract, let alone Fei Changxiu, even Ming Chenxing was shocked.
He asked, “In what aspect?”
Seeing Ming Zhaoshuang’s appearance, Ming Chenxing vaguely had a bad premonition.
He had followed Ming Zhaoshuang for so many years and didn’t know when she had entered into such a contract with someone behind his back.
If it was a mutual contract, then Ming Zhaoshuang wouldn’t be too constrained, but if it was a one-sided one, Ming Chenxing felt his heart had never been so flustered.
After all, others might not know Ming Zhaoshuang’s identity, but he knew it very clearly.
How could the Eldest Young Lady of Setting Sun Mountain Range casually sign a Life and Death Contract with others!
Not even with a member of the Dragon Race!
