Chapter 159: Sister Zhaoyang, Look At Him
Qian Lai was not someone without discernment; one Cheng Zhaoyang was already enough for him to handle, let alone Fei Changxiu and Ming Chenxing, so he didn’t argue with Ming Zhaoshuang.
He bent over and tremblingly said to Ming Zhaoshuang, “How about this, Sister Shuang, I’ll give you half of the Primordial Spirit Fruits I obtained.”
Ming Zhaoshuang asked three questions in a row, “Half? That much? Really?”
Qian Lai thought to himself that it was naturally false; he just wanted to stall for time to let his teammates rush over.
However, on his face, he was exceptionally fawning, “Of course, of course, we obtained fifty-four Primordial Spirit Fruits this time, and they are all on me!”
Ming Zhaoshuang’s expression softened, and it seemed there was room for discussion with him.
However, the next moment, the Fushuang Sword was unsheathed, and she directly slashed towards Qian Lai!
“But, by killing you, I can get even more!”
Qian Lai did not expect Ming Zhaoshuang to be so fierce. Caught off guard, he endured her sword strike, and his left hand was directly severed!
His eyes widened in rage, and he cursed, “Ming Zhaoshuang! What do you want to do!”
The pain from his left arm was unbearable. Qian Lai could no longer stoop to flattery; the long sword in his hand directly slashed towards Ming Zhaoshuang, its spiritual light flashing, unstoppable.
Ming Zhaoshuang calmly said, “Sister Zhaoyang, look at him.”
Cheng Zhaoyang drew his sword, easily splitting Qian Lai’s long sword in half. She lowered her eyes slightly and smiled, “I see. He is bullying the weak.”
Fei Changxiu and the others drew their swords in unison, “Then we will bully the many!”
Qian Lai retreated several steps and said angrily, “You, you wait! There are still more than ten people following me. You are only five people, how… how dare you be so presumptuous!”
Towards the end, he also felt guilty, as he always felt that the twenty of them combined couldn’t defeat these five.
After all, standing before him were the first, second, and third place in the solo match, and two practitioners of Talisman and Sword Dual Cultivation! Cheng Zhaoyang alone, that pervert, could defeat him in one move, let alone the others!
But, as long as they knew about his demise, he wanted to see how Cheng Zhaoyang would explain it to the other noble families!
Cheng Zhaoyang frowned slightly, “Do you think we will let them know that you died by my hand?”
Did she look like such a fool?
Saying this, Cheng Zhaoyang did not hesitate; the long sword in her hand moved like a swimming dragon, rushing towards Qian Lai.
After just a few moves, Fei Changxiu and the others hadn’t even attacked, and Qian Lai had already died under Cheng Zhaoyang’s sword.
At the time of death, hot blood spurted from his throat.
His eyes rolled white, and he died with unclosed eyes.
Ming Chenxing summoned a spiritual beast, making it tear and bite Qian Lai’s corpse, creating the appearance that he was killed by a spiritual beast.
Qin Feilong said enviously, “I knew I should have gone to Shuangyu Mountain even if it meant being smashed to pieces. These Heaven Rank Spiritual Beasts are too tempting.”
During this time, almost every time a spiritual beast was released, he would say this.
Ming Zhaoshuang thought for a moment; in the original book, Qin Feilong seemed to have two Heaven Rank Spiritual Beasts, but she couldn’t remember what they were.
She said, “Senior Brother Qin, your good fortune is yet to come.”
Given Qin Feilong’s status as an inheritor of the Heavenly Dao, even if he didn’t want it, the Heavenly Dao would continuously create opportunities for him, bringing countless heavenly materials and earthly treasures into his hands.
It’s just that she didn’t know if Qin Feilong could maintain his true heart, as he did on the day he fought Cheng Zhaoyang.
After dealing with Qian Lai, the remaining dozen or so people were all trapped within the formation. They only needed to wait for the right moment, and Ming Zhaoshuang would be able to scatter them completely, and then deal with them one by one.
It’s strange, they had over thirty Primordial Spirit Fruits, and adding Qian Lai’s over fifty, the entire secret realm only had a dozen or so left. Even if the children of the imperial family, the Si Clan, and other noble families were exceptionally useless, they wouldn’t have snatched so few Primordial Spirit Fruits, right?
Cheng Zhaoyang clearly also found it strange and said, “In recent years, the imperial family has been making constant moves.”
The imperial family might have vaguely sensed what Empress Dowager Cheng intended to do, so they had been resisting Empress Dowager Cheng’s policies all these years, but in the end, they were all suppressed by Empress Dowager Cheng’s iron fist.
Cheng Zhaoyang suspected that this trip into the secret realm was not just the Cheng Family making moves, but even the imperial family was making moves.
If that was the case, their objective would have to shift from noble families to the imperial family.
Ever since the Great Sui Dynasty was established by Great Ancestor Li Xinghe, the regime of the Great Sui had lasted for over three thousand years. It is unknown if it was due to the long-term co-gestation of offspring with mortal women, but the bloodline of the Great Sui Imperial Family had become increasingly diluted, and for a hundred consecutive years, not a single emperor had reached Golden Core Formation.
They enjoyed the best resources of the Great Sui, but the spirit roots that appeared were generally mid-grade or even low-grade. Moreover, they did nothing productive, only knowing how to eat, drink, play, and indulge in debauchery every day, thus having already caused public dissatisfaction.
The imperial family, well, it’s fine if you’re incompetent, but you’re also corrupt.
Although the imperial family occupied twenty quotas this time, in reality, only five or six people had true imperial bloodlines, and all of them were good-for-nothings, with the highest cultivation being only Golden Core mid-stage.
The remaining fourteen were not restricted by age, all starting from a hundred years old, with cultivation no lower than Nascent Soul Stage. This was solely to protect these masters of the bloodline.
Therefore, Cheng Zhaoyang’s initial target was not the imperial family, but the noble families.
After all, with fourteen Nascent Soul Stage cultivators, Cheng Zhaoyang had no need to confront them head-on. However, if the imperial family intended to take advantage of the situation to do something, Cheng Zhaoyang would have to be cautious.
She pondered for a long time and finally said, “Junior Sister Zhaoshuang, I might have to deal with the imperial family.”
Ming Zhaoshuang asked, “What trouble is the imperial family planning?”
Cheng Zhaoyang said, “I’m not sure. If they are just conventionally capturing Primordial Spirit Fruits, then I don’t need to provoke them. But if any problems arise, I fear it would be detrimental to my aunt.”
Empress Dowager Cheng’s grand undertaking was only one step away. Cheng Zhaoyang did not want any problems to arise at such a critical juncture.
Ming Zhaoshuang smiled and said, “It’s okay, it’s okay. Dealing with the imperial family is just a side task.”
Cheng Zhaoyang shook her head and smiled, “Do you know that they have a full fourteen Nascent Soul Stage cultivators, three of whom are masters in the late Nascent Soul stage? We have no chance of winning against them.”
Cheng Zhaoyang could fight one against two, or even one against three, but if it was one against fourteen, she would be far from enough.
Cheng Zhaoyang frowned and said, “I will not let you participate too much in this matter. You just need to help me finish dealing with the noble families.”
This matter was too dangerous. Ming Zhaoshuang was only at the Golden Core mid-stage, and she really didn’t want her to get involved.
Ming Zhaoshuang, however, said, “Sister Zhaoyang, you’re not being very loyal.”
Cheng Zhaoyang’s eyes moved as she looked at Ming Zhaoshuang. Before she could speak, Fei Changxiu raised his sword and said:
“Exactly, exactly. As the saying goes, befriending extraordinary individuals and sharing life and death, if you don’t want us to participate, we also don’t want you to be in danger.”
Ming Chenxing reminded them helplessly, “In the capital, one befriends extraordinary individuals and cherishes the spirit to share life and death.”
Qin Feilong laughed heartily and said, “Senior Brother Fei, you’re no good, you don’t even know this line of poetry.”
Fei Changxiu rolled his eyes at him and asked, “Oh, so you know it? You’re speaking nonsense, anyway, my meaning is conveyed, so what if I don’t know it. You mind your own business.”
Qin Feilong paused; he actually didn’t know this line of poetry, but he just wanted to be difficult.
Ming Zhaoshuang chuckled and said, “Alright, Sister Zhaoyang, let’s deal with these noble families first, and then we’ll see what the imperial family is up to.”
With them saying this, Cheng Zhaoyang no longer objected and immediately drew her sword to another part of the formation, killing all those who deserved to die.
