Chapter 148: I’m Older Than You, You Should Call Me Ancestor
Late Nascent Soul Stage, late Nascent Soul Stage before the age of twenty.
This cultivation talent can no longer be described as terrifying. Even in the prosperous age of cultivation tens of thousands of years ago, there was never a cultivation genius like Cheng Zhaoyang!
Not to mention that Cheng Zhaoyang has never participated in the Great Sui Grand Competition in the past five years and has not experienced enlightenment. This is all thanks to Cheng Zhaoyang relying on her own talent and hard work to ascend step by step.
At this moment, no one doubted Cheng Zhaoyang anymore, and no one doubted that women of the Great Sui should cultivate!
In the Top Four competition, Cheng Zhaoyang’s opponent directly conceded defeat. Ming Chenxing and Fei Changxiu fought for a day and a night, and finally won by a narrow margin.
Ming Chenxing and Cheng Zhaoyang both entered the finals.
In the finals, Cheng Zhaoyang defeated Ming Chenxing in just over ten moves.
She easily took first place!
Thus, the individual competition concluded, and the pair competition began.
Cheng Zhaoyang put away the High-Grade Profound Spirit Tool she received and said to Ming Zhaoshuang, “I am very much looking forward to fighting alongside Sister Shuang.”
Ming Zhaoshuang touched her nose and smiled sheepishly at her, “Sister Zhaoyang, I might not be able to.”
Cheng Zhaoyang was confused, and Ming Zhaoshuang said, “I might have to be a ‘lying dog’ (someone who benefits without contributing). I just promised Xiao Bai that after my spiritual power is fully recovered, I’ll lend it to him.”
In other words, if she participates in a match tomorrow, her spiritual power will not exceed fifty percent.
Ming Zhaoshuang felt a little guilty. Just now, Ming Zhaoxue’s gaze towards her was full of longing. She thought that since the opponent tomorrow would likely not be strong, and Cheng Zhaoyang was so powerful, it wouldn’t be a problem for her to just lie there.
So she agreed.
Sorry, she couldn’t bring herself to refuse a request from such a beautiful face.
Spiritual power? Cheng Zhaoyang raised an eyebrow, seeming a little interested.
She reached out and said, “Why not borrow from me? My spiritual power is abundant.”
At first, Ming Zhaoxue ignored her, but after a while, he smiled at her, “Sorry.”
He only wanted to borrow spiritual power from Ming Zhaoshuang.
Cheng Zhaoyang also understood. This guy probably had a bit of a germophobia.
She wasn’t angry and only said, “It’s okay, Sister Shuang, if you need anything, just ask me, don’t be polite.”
She turned to look at Ming Zhaoxue and said, “Since you are Sister Shuang’s friend, you are also my friend. You don’t need to feel restrained.”
Ming Zhaoxue nodded, “Thank you.”
After Fei Changxiu and Ming Chenxing, he finally received someone’s approval.
With nothing else to do, Cheng Zhaoyang continued to ask, “How do you lend and borrow spiritual power?”
Ming Zhaoshuang placed her hand on Ming Zhaoxue’s head, and her spiritual power gently flowed in, changing from snow white, symbolizing the Ice Element, to golden yellow, symbolizing the Metal Element.
Ming Zhaoxue obediently placed his forehead on Ming Zhaoshuang’s hand.
Cheng Zhaoyang looked at Ming Zhaoxue strangely upon hearing this.
Although she understood Ming Zhaoxue’s existence, no matter what, she felt that something was strange between them with such direct contact, though she couldn’t quite explain it.
But she always felt that Ming Zhaoxue’s feelings for Ming Zhaoshuang seemed a little different.
Fei Changxiu and Ming Chenxing even drew their swords directly, wishing they could slice Ming Zhaoxue in half.
How detestable!
You scoundrel, deceiving a pure young girl!
But Ming Zhaoshuang couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to the two of them.
By the time they returned, it was already evening. Qin Feilong had also sobered up. After hearing about Ming Zhaoxue’s existence, he, along with Fei Changxiu and a few others, menacingly confronted Ming Zhaoxue.
When he looked up, he saw Ming Zhaoshuang practicing swordplay in the courtyard, with Ming Zhaoxue guiding her.
He spoke casually, his well-defined knuckles grasping Ming Zhaoshuang’s wrist to adjust her posture.
Qin Feilong was about to strike with his sword when Fei Changxiu stopped him.
Fei Changxiu said, “I advise you to behave. Little Chenxing and I already suffered the consequences this morning.”
Ming Chenxing also said, “It’s not important if he gets hurt, but I’m afraid the Eldest Young Lady might get hurt.”
So the three of them could only puff out their chests, charge forward valiantly, and then ignominiously and timidly pull Ming Zhaoshuang and Ming Zhaoxue apart.
Qin Feilong held his sword to Ming Zhaoxue, while Ming Chenxing protected Ming Zhaoshuang.
Fei Changxiu said, “What are you doing, boy? Getting handsy with my junior sister, what kind of decorum is that!”
Ming Zhaoxue was helpless and looked towards Ming Zhaoshuang.
He considered it a normal way of teaching sword moves and not at all “getting handsy.”
He didn’t even touch Ming Zhaoshuang’s back, at most he just touched her wrist, and that was only to guide her movements.
Ming Zhaoshuang sighed at the unreasonable three and said, “I just want to learn sword techniques, don’t make a fuss.”
Qin Feilong sneered, “Is this how you learn sword techniques?”
He continued, “You don’t even have spiritual power, how can you guide Sister Shuang in her learning!”
When he spoke earlier, Ming Zhaoxue hadn’t reacted much, but this time, his pupils moved, and he said to Qin Feilong indifferently:
“She mentioned that you should call her Sister Shuang.”
Qin Feilong was taken aback and said forcefully, “Just because she said it, does that mean I have to listen! I’m older than her, she should call me brother. In front of her brother…”
Ming Zhaoxue couldn’t stand his arrogant tone and impatiently interrupted him, “I am older than you, you should call me Ancestor.”
Qin Feilong gritted his teeth, “Then I can only say you’re old, and at your age, you’re still molesting a young girl…”
Ming Zhaoxue frowned, not knowing how to respond.
Although Qin Feilong was annoying, he was also unreasonable.
Compared to Ming Zhaoxue’s high character, Ming Zhaoshuang directly spoke without politeness, “Senior Brother Qin, you shouldn’t be so narrow-minded. Everything you see is dirty, right? You can’t just let him stand by and watch me, and not even be able to correct my mistakes.”
If Ming Zhaoxue had truly been inappropriate with her, she wouldn’t have needed Qin Feilong to remind her; she would have slapped him away herself.
Ming Zhaoxue thought for a long time before finally seriously replying to Qin Feilong, “Your Dragon Clan Bloodline, it belongs to my father.”
Qin Feilong retorted, “Nonsense! My bloodline comes from the Dragon King Ao Tian.”
Suddenly, he froze, suddenly remembering that Ming Zhaoxue’s true body was a dragon.
Ming Zhaoxue said to Qin Feilong with a calm and unfathomable expression:
“Ao Tian is my father. You should belong to the Qin clan of the Ao Tian Sect. My mother, Feng He, can be considered the Old Ancestor of your Ao Tian Sect. If you calculate it this way, you indeed have to call me Ancestor.”
No…
What is this damn dragon saying?
He said his father is the Dragon King Ao Tian, and his mother is Feng He Du Xian?
Is he crazy, or are they crazy? Why are they talking nonsense so seriously? They dare to ride the coattails of anyone’s popularity!
Fei Changxiu was about to retort when he suddenly saw the luminous pearl at the base of Ming Zhaoshuang’s ear.
As a fervent fan of Saint Feng He, he naturally knew that Feng He’s most distinctive adornment was the luminous pearl she always wore next to her right ear.
Damn it, looking closely, the luminous pearl at the base of Ming Zhaoshuang’s ear was indeed identical to the one by Feng He’s ear!
He said dumbfoundedly, “No, you kid…”
He scratched his head and looked at Ming Zhaoshuang, who nodded to him.
Ming Zhaoxue continued, “The sword techniques you are currently learning were created by my parents. No one understands them better than I do. If you have any questions, you can ask me.”
As soon as these words fell, Fei Changxiu immediately sheathed his sword and looked at Ming Zhaoxue with a fawning expression, “Ancestor, greetings! I am Fei Changxiu, a disciple of the 187th generation from Ding Tian Peak of the Ao Tian Sect! I hope the Ancestor will not hesitate to impart your teachings!”
What nonsense about molestation. That’s their Ao Tian Sect’s Old Ancestor.
His mother is Feng He, so how bad could he be?
He just wondered how Ming Zhaoshuang’s swordsmanship had improved so quickly. It turned out it was taught by his dearest and most respected Old Ancestor.
Never mind then.
Ming Chenxing: “…”
Qin Feilong: “…”
Before the two of them could finish their speechless astonishment, they saw Fei Changxiu pulling them over, pressing one hand on each of their heads, and bowing towards Ming Zhaoxue, saying:
“What are you standing around like idiots for? Hurry up and pay your respects to our Ancestor!”
Don’t delay his learning of sword techniques!
