Chapter 23: Ming Zhaoshuang Debates The Scholars
Saying this, she helped Qin Du sit down and also took a bag of sunflower seeds from her storage bag and stuffed it into Qin Du’s hand.
After doing all this, Ming Zhaoshuang then sneered at the other two sect masters:
“Are the two sect masters too old and their ears don’t work well? Where did you get the news that the Ao Tian Sect and the Ming Family had a falling out, and where did you get the news that this young lady was taken by the Ao Tian Sect?”
Sect Master Lingxiao was angered by her arrogant demeanor and said:
“Does it make a difference whether you fall out or not? The Ao Tian Sect simply isn’t strong enough and can’t cultivate talent, wasting a quota!”
Ming Zhaoshuang said, “You? You couldn’t beat my Uncle Qin when you were young, and now that you’re old, you’re letting the juniors in your family bully people. I’ve seen people call their fathers to back them up after losing, but I’ve never seen someone call their son to back them up after losing.”
Sect Master Bixia also had an ugly expression: “Is the Ming Family going to confront the other two sects for the Ao Tian Sect?”
“I never said I represent the Ming Family.”
Ming Zhaoshuang waved her hand, “I’m just a twelve-year-old girl, who can I represent? It’s just that the two sect masters, who are over a hundred years old, why do you still have the nerve to bully a little girl? Truly shameless.”
Sect Master Lingxiao let out a cold scoff, “Twisting words.”
Ming Zhaoshuang said, “Then why don’t you fight my Uncle Qin right now to prove that I’m talking nonsense?”
Sect Master Lingxiao and Sect Master Bixia are both at the mid Golden Core stage, but Qin Du is at the late Golden Core stage. In terms of strength, these two are naturally no match for Qin Du.
The only reason they dared to come was that they were relying on Qin Feilong being a waste and the overall strength of other juniors in the Ao Tian Sect not being as good as theirs.
Sect Master Lingxiao said angrily, “Then why don’t you fight my son? You, a mere early Golden Core, dare to talk big here.”
Ming Zhaoshuang said, “Then let’s fight. If you can’t win, I’ll look down on you.”
Seeing her speak, the young man beside Sect Master Lingxiao couldn’t wait any longer and said angrily:
“Ming Zhaoshuang, don’t go too far!”
Ming Zhaoshuang glanced at him, recalling that this person’s name was Ling Yangping, one of the stepping stones for the male protagonist. She said to everyone present:
“Look, the two old people bullying me isn’t enough, and now they’ve added a young one.”
Ling Yangping choked and said, “Who’s bullying you? It’s not you…”
Ming Zhaoshuang sneered:
“You’re as tall as a giant, only growing in height and not in brain. You went to the battlefield before you could even speak properly.”
Seeing that the young girl beside Sect Master Bixia also wanted to speak but stopped, Ming Zhaoshuang shot her a stern look, instantly extinguishing her desire to speak.
Little one, back in the day, when she was a keyboard warrior surfing the internet, she had encountered countless people with underdeveloped cerebellums and completely undeveloped brains.
These few insignificant characters aren’t even enough for her to scold.
Ming Zhaoshuang said, “I’m here for two things: First, the Ming Family has indeed broken off the engagement with the Ao Tian Sect, but the relationship between the Ming Family and the Ao Tian Sect will not change; Second, I, Ming Zhaoshuang, am here to support the Ao Tian Sect.”
In recent days, she could feel that Qin Du valued her greatly, and she naturally wouldn’t fail his sincerity.
Moreover, if she wanted Qin Du to give her the opportunity to enter the Talisman Saint’s Secret Realm, she had to show her attitude and win his favor.
“Support? What do you have to support it with?”
Sect Master Lingxiao retorted, “Qin Du, we won’t beat around the bush with you. We are not satisfied with the quota allocation for entering the Talisman Saint’s Secret Realm this time. If you still want to properly be the Sect Master of Ao Tian Sect, listen to us and give us that extra quota, otherwise, we’ll make you look bad!”
Sect Master Bixia tried to smooth things over, “Old Qin, there are indeed problems with the quota allocation. How about this, let disciples under twenty years old have a match. Best of three. If your Ao Tian Sect wins, then the quotas remain as they are, and we won’t say another word. But if your Ao Tian Sect loses, you’ll hand over that quota, how about it?”
Qin Du was snacking on sunflower seeds when he heard this and was about to agree, but Ming Zhaoshuang tugged his sleeve:
“Uncle Qin, that’s too easy for them.”
Qin Du whispered, “It’s just a match between juniors. Although it will cost the Ao Tian Sect face, it won’t shake the foundation of the Ao Tian Sect.”
It’s just that this generation they’ve led is the worst.
There are only a dozen or so at the Golden Core stage, and even fewer, only four, at the mid Golden Core stage.
To fight three rounds, he could at least field three mid Golden Core disciples. As long as they win one match, it wouldn’t be too shameful.
“I mean, if the quotas remain the same, isn’t that just fighting for nothing?”
Ming Zhaoshuang said, “These four quotas originally belong to the Ao Tian Sect, so why gamble them away? If you ask me, why not just put these ten quotas there, and whoever from any sect can snatch them will get the quota to enter.”
Qin Du: “Then…”
If their sect couldn’t even get one person in, wouldn’t that be even more embarrassing?
Ming Zhaoshuang said, “Uncle Qin, trust me.”
According to the original book, at this point, Ming Zhaoshuang had already left the Ao Tian Sect. The two great sects were aggressive, and in the end, the people Ao Tian Sect put up for these three matches were Fei Changxiu, Shen Liqian, and Qin Feilong.
Fei Changxiu lost, but Shen Liqian and Qin Feilong won, so the Ao Tian Sect still saved face.
But in reality, Ao Tian Sect still had four quotas, and nothing had changed.
Ming Zhaoshuang calculated that if they were to fight for it, Shen Liqian and Qin Feilong would definitely be among the rankings. Fei Changxiu might not face such strong opponents, so he might also get a quota.
And she and Ming Chenxing could also try their luck, perhaps they would win.
Sect Master Lingxiao saw the two of them whispering endlessly and said impolitely, “Sect Master Qin, are you afraid?”
“Sect Master Lingxiao, this old man is certainly not afraid, I just feel that what you are doing is too biased.”
Qin Du pulled Ming Zhaoshuang behind him, his aura undiminished.
Sect Master Bixia said, “Old Qin, we’re already giving you a lot of face. If you’re unwilling, you can directly give up that quota. If you’re willing but afraid you can’t win, we can also let you win one match.”
Qin Du, however, said, “Who says I dare not fight? I just think what the two sect masters said makes a lot of sense. The Talisman Saint’s Secret Realm should naturally be entered by the most outstanding geniuses of our First Heaven. For the ten quotas, let these children fight for them themselves, how about it?”
Sect Master Lingxiao and Sect Master Bixia heard this and smiled:
“Old Qin, are you sure?”
They originally only wanted one more quota, but after hearing Qin Du say this, wouldn’t that mean they could leave zero quotas for Ao Tian Sect?
After all, they weren’t like the Ao Tian Sect, which accepted all sorts of trash, to the extent that they even divided the resources for core disciples.
It had long been heard that the disciples of the Qin family in this generation were particularly poor, with only four at the mid Golden Core stage, so they would at most occupy four quotas.
Qin Du glanced at Ming Zhaoshuang, who was nonchalantly stroking her sleeve, her gaze never resting on these two people, resembling the woman who had passed through his life in a flash.
Finally, he said, “I’m sure.”
