Chapter 162: Why Are You Tricking Me Again?
It was approximately half an hour later when the mountains surrounding Ming Zhaoshuang suddenly began to collapse.
Rolling debris poured down to everyone’s feet.
Those noble family wastes looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
What did they do to cause such a commotion?
Ming Zhaoshuang looked at the collapsing mountain and recalled the formations she had dismantled, her eyes filled with joy.
Indeed, destroying one formation point doesn’t matter, but if enough formation points are destroyed, these formations will eventually fall apart. The reason for the mountain’s collapse was that the formations supporting it had already been destroyed.
Ming Zhaoshuang glanced at the group of noble family wastes and said, “What are you looking at? There’s nothing to see, hurry up and get to it!”
The group of noble family wastes shrunk like quails and then, with grunts, continued to slay spiritual beasts and destroy sky-reaching trees.
Ming Zhaoshuang didn’t stand idle either; with a rune and a sword, she beat the spiritual beasts until they cried and wailed.
One formation, two formations, three formations… Finally, all thirteen formations were destroyed.
Only one core formation remained!
By the time the eighth formation was destroyed, Ming Zhaoshuang had already completed her task and flew her sword towards the center of the Great Sui Secret Realm.
Although those wastes were weak, there were many of them, and their collective strength could help Ming Zhaoshuang with some tasks, making her the fastest among them.
Cheng Zhaoyang hadn’t even finished destroying the sky-reaching trees.
Seeing her arrive, she couldn’t help but sigh, “You are so fast!”
Ming Zhaoshuang smiled and said, “The spiritual beasts I dealt with were not as powerful as yours, Sister Zhaoyang.”
She was telling the truth, after all, the spiritual beasts she dealt with were only at the Golden Core Stage. The scions of noble families had already dealt with some of them, and some were even executed by them, so Ming Zhaoshuang didn’t need to act.
However, Cheng Zhaoyang dealt with Nascent Soul Stage spiritual beasts. The Nascent Soul Stage is not comparable to the Golden Core Stage. Even if those scions of noble families managed to obtain Primordial Spirit Fruits from them, they would certainly not have the ability to completely execute them.
Not to mention she had a bunch of little brothers helping her work.
Therefore, it was indeed not a problem that her speed was much faster than Cheng Zhaoyang’s.
Since she had arrived, there was no need to say more; the two women headed towards the next Nascent Soul Stage spiritual beast.
When the tenth formation ended, Fei Changxiu and Ming Chenxing arrived one after another.
Seeing that he was not as fast as Ming Zhaoshuang, Fei Changxiu became angry, but when he saw that Ming Chenxing was slower than him, he couldn’t help but become smug:
“Little Chenxing, can’t you do it? Can’t a Golden Spirit Root cut trees slower than my Wind Spirit Root?”
Gold conquers wood, hence Fei Changxiu’s remark.
He was like someone with a serious illness, not happy if he didn’t act wickedly for a day, which made Ming Chenxing turn his head away, too lazy to bother with him.
Ming Zhaoshuang said, “Alright, Senior Brother Xiu’er, let’s get back to business!”
Fei Changxiu nodded, and the long sword in his hand sped towards the Nascent Soul Stage spiritual beast guarding the sky-reaching tree.
Finally, when they destroyed the thirteenth formation, the earth shook and the mountains trembled. In the very center of the Great Sui Secret Realm, streaks of spiritual light flashed, like drifting stars.
Several people rushed over, but stopped when they saw the formation before their eyes.
It was nothing more than a wide, ancient, and rustic stone gate that was emerging from the ground within this spiritual light.
It seemed to appear out of nowhere, yet also as if it had existed since ancient times. It stood there, its green moss crawling all over the main gate, etched with complex and intricate runes, faintly emitting a snow-white light.
This stone gate seemed to have been waiting for a long time, patiently awaiting its master.
Ming Zhaoshuang raised her hand and touched the stone gate.
She seemed to hear something calling to her, speaking to her across layers of time.
But she did not know where such a profound and warm feeling originated.
Cheng Zhaoyang glanced at the stone gate and frowned, saying, “The imperial family went in there, and there are bloodstains on it.”
This means that the stone gate likely requires the bloodline of the imperial Li Clan as a guide. If that’s the case, they still wouldn’t be able to open it.
Ming Zhaoshuang withdrew from that feeling upon hearing this.
She knitted her brows and said, “This stone gate is a sealing formation, and I cannot break it either.”
At the same time, she began to ask the System in her sea of consciousness, “Didn’t you say you could help me break the seal in my mind? This formation is from the same origin as that seal; can you break it?”
The System waved its hand, “Oh my, Host, you think too highly of me. I can break seals because I’m in your sea of consciousness. The method I use is brute force breaking. If you ask me to break a formation, what can a string of fake code do?”
Ming Zhaoshuang asked, “Don’t you have Big Data? How come you don’t even know how to break this formation?”
The System pouted, “My Big Data is at most about trivial romantic matters. If you ask me to search for a formation-breaking method, I truly have no way.”
Ming Zhaoshuang: “Waste.”
System: “…”
The System coughed for a long time, then tentatively asked, “Why don’t you guys try learning from that person, that imperial family, and break it with your own bloodline?”
As soon as the System finished speaking, Ming Zhaoshuang heard Qin Feilong’s voice by her ear.
“Junior Sister Zhaoshuang, you are destroying the sky-reaching trees so quickly…”
Qin Feilong hadn’t finished speaking when he saw Ming Zhaoshuang looking at him, her gaze like she was looking at a rare treasure, shining brightly.
How could she have forgotten? In terms of bloodline, besides Xiao Bai, they also had Qin Feilong, the cheat!
Qin Feilong inherited his father’s Dragon Clan Bloodline, so she could use him to practice!
Thinking this, Ming Zhaoshuang’s gaze towards Qin Feilong was truly affectionate.
Qin Feilong had never been looked at by Ming Zhaoshuang like this before, and his heart fluttered, wondering if his sword-riding posture upon returning was too dashing, making a woman like Ming Zhaoshuang unable to help but develop romantic feelings.
Ming Zhaoshuang said, “Senior Brother Qin.”
Qin Feilong responded with lingering affection, “I’m here, Junior Sister Zhaoshuang.”
As soon as he said this, Ming Chenxing and Fei Changxiu couldn’t help but shudder, feeling excessively disgusted. Cheng Zhaoyang also looked at Qin Feilong with a strange expression.
Brother Qin, why are you so off-putting?
Ming Zhaoshuang didn’t care if Qin Feilong was disgusting or not; she grabbed Qin Feilong’s hand.
“Give it here!”
Fushuang cut open Qin Feilong’s palm, and blood flowed. Ming Zhaoshuang directly pressed Qin Feilong’s hand and slapped it onto the stone gate.
The stone gate began to vibrate and tremble, and the next moment, spiritual light erupted.
Countless spiritual flows converged towards the center, like fish and dragons dancing. Qin Feilong stood amidst this spiritual light, his eyes widening slightly.
Then, he was unceremoniously flung out.
His body slammed hard against the nearby cliff, and the blood from his mouth splashed several feet high.
Qin Feilong looked at Ming Zhaoshuang with immense resentment.
Junior Sister Zhaoshuang…
Why did you trick me again?
