Chapter 122: Tell Me, Older Sister, How Did You Use This Sword Technique?
It’s a pity, but Ming Zhaoshuang didn’t intend to hide it from him, saying, “It’s one-sided. If he dies, I die with him.”
Ming Chenxing’s breathing quickened slightly, “Did he force you?”
Otherwise, what kind of idiot would voluntarily sign a one-sided life and death contract? Isn’t that putting one’s own life in someone else’s hands? Ming Chenxing didn’t believe Ming Zhaoshuang would do such a thing, unless she was forced by a dragon.
Ming Zhaoshuang chuckled:
“I did it willingly.”
If she didn’t want to, even if the System pleaded repeatedly, even if the mission punishment was severe, she wouldn’t have agreed.
Ming Chenxing was about to say more when he was interrupted by Fei Changxiu:
“Since that’s the case, I will definitely consider his life as your life, Junior Sister.”
It’s a shame I can’t make him into a divine tool.
Fei Changxiu felt a pang of pain.
He turned to look at the Emperor Shiqing Jade Ring on Ming Zhaoshuang’s other arm and said:
“What is this jade ring? Junior Sister, take it off quickly. Anything belonging to Demon Lord Feng Budu doesn’t look good, and it might bring endless trouble later.”
Ming Zhaoshuang gave a bitter smile, “Feng Budu placed a restriction on it, I can’t take it off.”
It was not something one could casually refuse when given by Demon Lord Feng Budu, but since the jade ring was fine for the time being, Ming Zhaoshuang could only accept it.
Just then, the System suddenly spoke up, “I feel like this jade ring isn’t a bad thing, but rather a divine tool.”
However, divine tools are precious, even Feng Budu doesn’t have many. Why would she give one to Ming Zhaoshuang, a mere Minor Golden Core cultivator?
Even if it was to restrict Ming Zhaoshuang’s development, she wouldn’t go to such lengths.
Ming Zhaoshuang stroked the Emperor Shiqing Jade Ring, frowning as she said, “This texture, it’s a bit like a dragon horn.”
If that were true, then this Emperor Shiqing Jade Ring would indeed be a divine tool.
Then Feng Budu’s intentions would truly be hard to guess.
The System said, “Oh, who cares. Anyway, Host, you’ve narrowly escaped death. The most important thing now is to live well and continuously strengthen yourself. Feng Budu is now an Immortal Crossing cultivator. Even the entire cultivation world combined might not find anyone more powerful than her. Thinking too much now is useless for the Host.”
It was indeed useless.
In the cultivation world, no one respects you for thinking too much.
They only respect the strong, only the supreme strength.
Ming Zhaoshuang’s pupils darkened, and her throat began to ache faintly again, as if reminding her of that helpless feeling from just now.
In front of Feng Budu, she didn’t even have the right to defend a dragon.
Unsure of what she was thinking, she suddenly said:
“In three hundred years at most, I will be the strongest existence in this world.”
In three hundred years at most, she would make the heavens bow to her, and the earth bend to her will.
In three hundred years at most, she would ensure no one could control her fate again, and no one could threaten her choices again.
Ming Zhaoshuang only gave herself three hundred years to grow.
If anyone else heard Ming Zhaoshuang say this, they would probably laugh their heads off and call her ignorant.
After all, while there are many people like Ming Zhaoshuang who reached Golden Core Mid-stage in their teens, and some even have higher talent than her, compared to these Heaven’s Chosen, even Feng He, who was considered the fastest cultivator in history, took over a thousand years to reach Immortal Crossing.
Ming Zhaoshuang wanting to become the strongest existence in the world within three hundred years was utterly laughable.
But for some reason, upon hearing her declaration, the System felt that she could do it.
Within three hundred years, she would definitely be able to do it.
A few days later, it snowed at Demon Quelling Pass.
A thin layer covered the sand, like snow-white moonlight.
Cheng Zhaoyang knew Ming Zhaoshuang’s concerns and strictly forbade anyone in the army from leaking the events of that day. He even decreed that anyone who casually uttered the word “dragon” would receive thirty military strokes.
Ming Zhaoshuang wasn’t particularly worried about these soldiers. After all, their cultivation was low, and even if they harbored ambitions of coveting the dragon, they wouldn’t have the strength to snatch it from her.
Her biggest worry was that this matter would be leaked, attracting other powerful cultivators to snatch the dragon and refine it into a divine tool. Seeing that Cheng Zhaoyang’s soldiers, though foolish, were capable of obeying orders, Ming Zhaoshuang felt slightly relieved.
However, she still asked Cheng Zhaoyang for a list and had Bai Bai enter their dreams at night to erase the soldiers’ memories, to prevent future trouble.
As a result, Bai Bai was exhausted every night, feeling like his nerves would collapse at any moment.
The most exasperating thing was that every time he returned after eating other people’s memories, he would see Ming Zhaoshuang meditating and cultivating, like a statue, working desperately without a hint of fatigue.
It’s too competitive, this current cultivation world is too competitive!
While cultivating at night is indeed very effective, it can also lead to unstable disposition and shaky cultivation for cultivators. Therefore, in the cultivation world, the principle of sleeping three and cultivating four is usually followed to avoid Qi Deviation.
As a result, Ming Zhaoshuang had been cultivating for half a month straight without any respite.
Bai Bai finally couldn’t help it. He used a bit of his Soul Power to force Ming Zhaoshuang into sleep, not giving her any chance to cultivate.
In the dream, the lights were lush.
A stunningly beautiful face reappeared before Ming Zhaoshuang.
With snow-white hair, light golden eyes, and a face with a faint smile, he propped his chin and said lazily to Ming Zhaoshuang:
“Wife, can you look at me instead of constantly cultivating?”
Was this the person from the painting scroll?
Ming Zhaoshuang was surprised and looked down at her palm.
It was already the size of an adult’s, no longer the tiny thing it was before.
Could it be that she had soul-traveled again?
The person approached her again, half of a snow-white and bright dragon tail revealed behind him, gently coiling around Ming Zhaoshuang’s waist.
His face came closer, his warm breath spraying onto Ming Zhaoshuang’s face.
He said in a low voice, “Look at me, wife.”
Ming Zhaoshuang didn’t understand why she was seeing him again, and her gaze lingered on his exceptionally handsome face for a long time.
Finally, she abruptly pushed the man’s head away, closed her eyes, and said indifferently:
“Don’t disturb me, I need to cultivate.”
Men only hinder her cultivation speed.
No matter how handsome they are, it’s useless! She wouldn’t fall for that!
The man, suddenly rejected by her, sat down beside Ming Zhaoshuang and said aggrievedly:
“When you used to accompany me to watch the moon, you called me Xiao Bai Bai. Now that you’ve fallen in love with cultivation, you tell me not to disturb you. Ming Zhaoshuang, you have no heart.”
“Happy families are all alike, but unhappy families have their own misfortunes. Those who don’t know would think I married for love, and those who do would think I married a cultivation maniac, sleeping alone every night, never having a happy moment.”
Ming Zhaoshuang looked up, still indifferent:
“Either go cultivate or shut up.”
She didn’t know why her soul had suddenly left her body, but Soul Power also needed cultivation, so it made no difference.
It was just that the man in front of her was too noisy, giving Ming Zhaoshuang a headache.
The man’s expression faltered. Seeing Ming Zhaoshuang’s indifferent face, he instantly got angry. He strode out of Ming Zhaoshuang’s room with great bravado and began hacking at the branches of two red plum trees covered in a light dusting of snow.
He was so angry!
Hearing the commotion, Ming Zhaoshuang opened her eyes, intending to see what he was doing, but was speechless at his display of venting his anger by chopping trees.
What a waste of such a face, so childish.
Suddenly, Ming Zhaoshuang seemed to discover something. Her clear eyes looked at the youth’s long sword without moving.
After a while, the man finally finished chopping the two trees. Looking at the mess on the ground, he finally felt calmer.
Just as he was about to go back to pester Ming Zhaoshuang, he heard her suddenly ask:
“Xiao Bai Bai, come here and tell sister, how do you use this sword technique?”
Xiao Bai Bai: “……”
