Chapter 145: I Knew It, I’m Vile But Self-aware!
Ming Zhaoshuang cast a spell, and her Qingyin appeared before everyone.
She asked Ming Zhaoxue, “Do you still have spiritual power? I want to give it to you.”
Ming Zhaoxue had no spiritual power left in his body. Since he was also of the Dragon Race, Ming Zhaoshuang feared that he might be discovered by someone with ill intentions and turned into a divine tool. If that happened, she, who had signed a Life and Death Contract with him, would also perish.
Moreover, he had already given her a Luminous Pearl, so she couldn’t accept it for nothing.
Ming Zhaoxue hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly said, “My skin is thicker than it.”
Ming Zhaoshuang remembered that in the Sound Kill formation of Yiqi Huang last time, even though she was wearing Qingyin, she was killed into a bloody mess by Yiqi Huang. However, the arm wrapped by Xiao Bai remained unharmed.
From this, it seemed that Ming Zhaoxue was indeed thick-skinned and tough, and did not need Qingyin.
Ming Zhaoxue continued, “Furthermore, Qingyin is related to the host’s cultivation. I have no cultivation, so using it is useless.”
Hearing this, Ming Zhaoshuang had to give up.
She smiled and said, “Then when is your birthday? I’ll give you a big gift.”
Ming Zhaoxue said, “I’ve forgotten how long I’ve lived, only that it’s tens of thousands of years. How could I remember my birthday?”
The lifespan in the cultivation world is generally long, so besides reaching adulthood and celebrating centennial birthdays, there are usually no other celebrations.
Moreover, as a dragon, if one were to truly calculate Ming Zhaoxue’s birthday, it’s hard to say whether it would be the day the egg was laid or the day he hatched.
Ming Zhaoshuang frowned. If that were the case, it would indeed be troublesome.
Suddenly, a “ding-dong” sounded in Ming Zhaoshuang’s ear. The System came online and immediately asked, “Host, do you want to know his specific birthday? I can check Big Data for you.”
Ming Zhaoshuang was surprised that the System’s abilities could be used this way and immediately said:
“Then hurry up and check.”
The System said, “Ming Zhaoxue’s birth date is Immortal Calendar 103,672, December 2nd, during the Great Cold. Ming Zhaoxue’s hatching date is Immortal Calendar 105,364, August 15th, coinciding with the Mid-Autumn Festival. The current date is Immortal Calendar 116,872, November 16th.”
“Calculating it this way, Ming Zhaoxue is almost 13,200 years old from his birth date, and approximately 11,508 years old from his hatching date.”
With such a long string of numbers, it was difficult for Ming Zhaoshuang to listen to it all. She nodded and said,
“I understand.”
Ming Zhaoshuang had been conversing with the System in her mind, and had forgotten to reply to Ming Zhaoxue. Ming Zhaoxue, thinking she was unwilling, gently said,
“It’s just a broken pearl, keep it.”
He himself didn’t remember his birthday, so who else could?
This was an unfortunate matter.
Just as he finished his words of comfort, and before Ming Zhaoshuang could speak, she heard the System blustering in her ear again:
“Oh my, a Companion Luminous Pearl is considered a broken pearl? You young people play so wild.”
Seeing it speak, Ming Zhaoshuang clearly understood the pearl’s purpose and immediately asked the System, “Companion Luminous Pearl, what does that mean?”
The System said, “How can an old person like me get involved in the affairs of you young people? However, one thing he said is correct: this thing is indeed useless, it’s just a decoration.”
Ming Zhaoshuang gritted her teeth, “System, do you know you are really annoying sometimes?”
The System said proudly, “I know, I’m aware of my own cheapness. Hit me then, come hit me!”
Ming Zhaoshuang couldn’t be bothered to argue with it.
However, what the System said proved that this pearl was very important to Ming Zhaoxue.
She would cherish it well!
Ming Zhaoshuang then picked out several hair crowns for Ming Zhaoxue. However, he found them all too heavy and restrictive, so he didn’t choose any of them. He only picked out a few plain hairbands and casually tied them at the back of his head.
Seeing that he had tied it somewhat crookedly, wasting his hair which was like fine silk, Ming Zhaoshuang suddenly wanted to re-tie it for him.
She untied Ming Zhaoxue’s hair and said, “Let me draw some runes on the hairband for you before I tie it. No need to rush.”
Ming Zhaoxue responded, “Okay.”
As a result, this time they went out, Ming Zhaoshuang bought a lot of clothes and jewelry, while Ming Zhaoxue only bought two pairs of shoes to avoid looking too miserable.
Upon returning to Cheng Manor, they happened to encounter Cheng Zhaoyang practicing swordsmanship.
Seeing that Ming Zhaoshuang was not as serious and reserved as usual, she made a few teasing remarks. Ming Zhaoshuang then introduced Ming Zhaoxue to Cheng Zhaoyang.
Her reaction was calmer than Fei Changxiu’s. She only glanced at Ming Zhaoxue a few times, arranged a courtyard for him, and then continued her sword practice.
After a few people drew lots, they opened them and looked.
Fei Changxiu burst into laughter, “I didn’t draw Cheng Zhaoyang, the Top Four are secured.”
Ming Zhaoshuang: “……”
She lowered her head and looked at the slip of paper in her palm with the six characters “Ming Ye Sect Fei Changxiu” written on it. She was utterly speechless and slapped Fei Changxiu directly in the face:
“Scram!”
What did he mean by not drawing Cheng Zhaoyang and securing the Top Four?
Praising Cheng Zhaoyang was one thing, but stepping on her was another. She truly wanted to tear Fei Changxiu apart.
Ming Chenxing put away the slip of paper in his hand and said, “I should also be secured.”
Cheng Zhaoyang chuckled even more, “My opponent is Qian Lai, it’s a good opportunity to vent my anger.”
Qian Lai’s cultivation was not low, at the same Mid Nascent Soul stage as Cheng Zhaoyang, but Cheng Zhaoyang was confident that he could defeat him.
Ming Zhaoshuang glanced at Ming Zhaoxue and sighed, “Why don’t you just close your eyes for now? I don’t want to be so embarrassing on your first day of Form Transformation.”
She felt she could still put up a fight against an Early Nascent Soul cultivator, but against a high-intensity Early Nascent Soul cultivator like Fei Changxiu, she truly had no chance of winning.
After all, Ming Zhaoxue was her semi-Master, and she didn’t want to embarrass herself in front of her Master.
Ming Zhaoxue said, “Don’t be afraid, just do as I taught you.”
Ming Zhaoshuang said, “I’m not afraid of Senior Brother Xiu’er, don’t misunderstand.”
Ming Zhaoxue chuckled, “I know you’re not afraid of him. You’re afraid of not learning swordsmanship well, afraid of disappointing me.”
Ming Zhaoshuang was hit by his words, her cheeks flushing slightly. She said, “I won’t disappoint you!”
With that, she went up to the Arena without looking back.
“Ming Ye Sect’s Ming Zhaoshuang, please guide me, Senior Brother Xiu’er!”
“Ming Ye Sect’s Fei Changxiu, please accept your beating, Junior Sister!”
Ming Zhaoshuang knew that Fei Changxiu was powerful, not an ordinary Early Nascent Soul cultivator, but she was still caught off guard when they clashed.
It was too fast. Fei Changxiu’s movements, both his figure and sword moves, were so fast that she couldn’t see where he was.
Most importantly, Fei Changxiu did not underestimate her. Knowing that she relied heavily on Fushuang and Talismans, he did not choose to confront Fushuang directly, and her Talismans couldn’t even touch Fei Changxiu.
As for formations, Fei Changxiu wouldn’t give her the chance to set one up.
Fei Changxiu’s difficulty to deal with was no less than Feng Jinsui’s, and even more formidable.
He was not careless, nor did he rely on brute force. He knew his strengths compared to Ming Zhaoshuang and how to restrain her advantages, leaving her with no way to act.
It was too difficult to fight!
Layer after layer of wind blades swept towards her. Ming Zhaoshuang could only squint her eyes, searching for that fleeting figure amidst them.
Sword blades struck. Even with Qingyin’s protection, Ming Zhaoshuang’s body was covered in cuts and bruises.
Ming Zhaoshuang, unable to find any clues, simply threw talismans indiscriminately.
Over a dozen talismans flew out in all directions. Fei Changxiu leaped into the air and exclaimed, “No way, Junior Sister, are your talismans free of charge? Scattering them like that.”
Ming Zhaoshuang looked up, and finally found Fei Changxiu’s location amidst the endless wind shadows.
The corner of her mouth curved slightly. “Senior Brother Xiu’er, those few talismans are fake!”
They were all discarded drafts from her drawing paper, used for practice.
But…
Ming Zhaoshuang’s lips parted slightly, and the red tassel by her ear fluttered past her cheek in the long wind.
“But this sword strike is real!”
“Fushuang, Sword Come!”
