Chapter 156: Ming Zhaoshuang! What Do You Want To Do!
After Cheng Zhaoyang left, Ming Zhaoshuang spent another night drawing formations, pausing several times in between, and finally completed this teleportation array.
Since she entered the Virtual Soul Realm, her soul power was no longer as tight as before, but when she finished drawing this formation, it was completely depleted.
Seeing her finish, the System was surprised and said, “This formation would take Wei Shuo half a day to complete. Your cultivation is so low, yet you finished her formation in one night?”
Although Ming Zhaoshuang took longer than Wei Shuo, Ming Zhaoshuang was only a cultivator at the Golden Core Stage.
Acquired Spirit Body, terrifying indeed.
Ming Zhaoshuang’s soul power was exhausted, her body limp, her hand resting on the shaft of the Mountain River Brush, her forehead covered in sweat.
She touched the shaft of the Mountain River Brush and said with a smile, “Well done, Little Shan He.”
The tip of the Mountain River Brush flicked, emitting a faint dragon’s roar, as if responding to Ming Zhaoshuang’s praise.
Ming Zhaoshuang glanced at the sky and knew there was likely no time to test it. She sighed and, riding the Fushuang Sword, hurried to the location where the Great Sui Secret Realm was opening.
Cheng Zhaoyang and the others had already been waiting for her for a long time. Seeing her pale face, they didn’t ask much, only reminded her:
“Every year during the Great Sui Grand Competition, people die here.”
It was obvious that this was to inform her that the vast majority of scions of noble families resorted to killing to seize the Primordial Spirit Fruit, so she couldn’t let her guard down.
Although Ming Zhaoshuang was not in good condition, her pupils were bright. She nodded, looking at the sky-reaching stone pillar symbolizing the secret realm, her eyes filled with longing.
Behind her were those in the Nascent Soul, Golden Core, or Foundation Establishment stages, all of whom were scions of noble families.
The Cheng Clan, represented by Cheng Zhaoyang, indeed looked at Cheng Zhaoyang, daring not to speak out of anger.
Cheng Zhaoyang hadn’t returned for the past few years. They were allocated ten quotas, but this year Cheng Zhaoyang not only took one for herself but also let outsiders take four, leaving them with only five quotas.
But Cheng Zhaoyang couldn’t be bothered to pay them any mind. When the secret realm began, she directly separated from them, and no one cared about the other.
The Primordial Spirit Fruits in the Great Sui Secret Realm grew sparsely on various sky-reaching trees, with spiritual beasts guarding them. However, their cultivation did not exceed Earth Rank or early Nascent Soul Stage, thus posing little threat to Ming Zhaoshuang and the others.
Ming Zhaoshuang had already entered the Virtual Soul Realm, and with a probe of her divine soul, she knew where the sky-reaching trees were.
It’s just that…
Ming Zhaoshuang slightly furrowed her brow. This secret realm didn’t seem like a secret realm, but more like a formation.
Unlike the Talisman Saint’s Secret Realm, which was a formation extended from a secret realm, the Great Sui Secret Realm seemed to be a secret realm extended from a formation. But Ming Zhaoshuang’s soul power was too low to discern what kind of formation it was.
It made sense though; a secret realm protecting a unified country wouldn’t be too simple.
Ming Zhaoshuang had no intention of investigating; her and Cheng Zhaoyang’s goal was not here.
Killing and seizing treasures was the top priority this time.
For the first two days, none of them took action; instead, they found a place to cultivate alone.
On the third day, estimating that they had almost all searched the sky-reaching trees, Ming Zhaoshuang and the others emerged from the secret realm.
The few people looked at each other, unsure of what they were looking at.
In short, they just glanced at each other.
The Fushuang Sword came out, and Ming Zhaoshuang raised her hand, full of spirit: “Let’s go, let them see what it means to have a Great Sui Secret Realm, and when you see Sister Shuang, offer her a cigarette!”
Fei Changxiu followed closely: “Killing and arson all over the street, when you see Brother Fei, you call him dad!”
Ming Chenxing remained silent, and Fei Changxiu continued for him: “Milky Way Sword Fall makes one drunk, Brother Xing will lead you into society!”
Qin Feilong coughed lightly and said, “It’s not necessary to be like this.”
Ming Zhaoshuang also didn’t expect Fei Changxiu to actually play along with the meme. She started laughing and said, “Senior Brother Qin, don’t ruin the team’s harmony, okay?”
Fei Changxiu glared at him: “Are you still a person of my Ming Ye Sect? You’re so clueless.”
Before Qin Feilong could speak, Cheng Zhaoyang burst into laughter beside him.
She seemed to be coaxing these youngsters and chanted along: “When the horn blows, stones pile up, Sister Cheng’s sword is your coffin lid!”
Fei Changxiu nodded with satisfaction and finally said to Qin Feilong: “You don’t join when it’s time for a heavy attack, and when we see you later, we’ll ask who you are!”
Qin Feilong: “……”
What, am I out of place again?
Ming Zhaoshuang then extended her hand to Cheng Zhaoyang and said, “Welcome to our Ming Ye Sect, our sect’s tenet is…”
Uh, it seems we don’t really have a tenet.
She couldn’t come up with one on the spot.
Fei Changxiu loudly took over Ming Zhaoshuang’s words: “Our sect’s tenet is that Sister Shuang’s words are imperial decrees, and we follow Sister Shuang to do big things!”
Ming Zhaoshuang suddenly slapped Fei Changxiu’s head: “Don’t talk nonsense! Who said our tenet… cough cough, what you said isn’t wrong, we should indeed follow Sister to do big things!”
Let’s go cause trouble!
Ming Zhaoshuang and the others’ cultivation was naturally unquestionable; among their peers, they were basically among the best.
Their main goal this time was to kill the heavenly prodigies who obstructed the noble families, weakening their power. Coincidentally, apart from the Imperial Family and the Four Great Noble Families, most other noble families sent their elites, but due to quota restrictions, they could only travel in groups of one or two or three.
Therefore, these people became the targets for Ming Zhaoshuang and the others.
The group killed over ten people, and their Primordial Spirit Fruits gradually increased, reaching over twenty in a short time.
Cheng Zhaoyang, after finishing off another person, couldn’t help but sigh: “I thought you youngsters had kind hearts and were unwilling to do such shady deeds.”
Ming Zhaoshuang said, “I believe that Sister Zhaoyang wants us to kill only those who deserve to die!”
Ming Chenxing said, “I will do whatever Eldest Young Lady asks me to do.”
Fei Changxiu said, “Just follow Little Junior Sister, I’m a couch potato.”
Qin Feilong hesitated, not speaking for a long time.
He hadn’t made a move during this trip because he felt these people hadn’t provoked them, and killing them for no reason went against his true heart.
Ming Zhaoshuang didn’t care about him. She thought that Empress Dowager Cheng was not someone who would kill innocents. Since she had instructed Cheng Zhaoyang to do this, these people must have had a reason for their inevitable death.
They were here for the Mysterious Spirit Pills and Primordial Spirit Fruits; if they didn’t kill these people, would they act like saints?
As she was thinking, she suddenly saw Cheng Zhaowen leading others in a battle with a Nascent Soul stage spiritual beast. Seeing that Cheng Zhaowen was about to climb the sky-reaching tree to pick the Primordial Spirit Fruit.
This made Ming Zhaoshuang extremely excited.
Ming Zhaoshuang smiled, controlled her sword, and flew directly in front of Cheng Zhaowen. She held a talisman in her right hand and plucked the fruit with her left, in one smooth motion.
“Wrath of Thunder, vast and mighty!”
With a flash of purple and white light, Cheng Zhaowen fell from his sword, landing face first.
When he looked up again, his face was charred black.
Cheng Zhaowen’s hair stood on end. He coughed several times violently, finally expelling a breath of turbid air, as if his soul had ascended to heaven.
He angrily said, “Ming Zhaoshuang! What do you think you’re doing!”
