Chapter 237: This Seat Never Owes You Anything 【 Battle 】
Chunxi said impatiently, “This Seat does not have such great kindness to help you clean up your mess.”
She sneered, “You’ve gotten yourself into this state for two women, just like your father. You truly disappoint this Seat. This Seat has long said that Qin Du’s teachings were not good and that you should come to the Sword Sect to live, but you insisted on arguing with me.”
Qin Feilong said angrily, “My father taught me very well! He taught me many things!”
Seeing that he was unrepentant, Chunxi became even more furious, “What can he teach you? Teach you to put yourself in danger for a woman!”
Qin Feilong retorted without thinking, “Junior Sister Zhaoshuang had a marriage contract with me back then, but what happens between her and me is perfectly pure. I am simply acting out of ‘righteousness’ now. Why must you be so unreasonable!”
Chunxi looked towards Ming Zhaoshuang, her brows slightly raised as if recalling something. Her aura turned even colder.
“So, you’re from the Ming family.”
Chunxi raised her hand and completely encased Qin Feilong’s body with spiritual energy. She said to Xuan Gui, “As long as Qin Feilong does not die, then if you want to kill Xie Yanning, I can stand by and watch; if you want to kill the Miss of the Ming Family, I can add another sword strike for you.”
Saying this, she struck Ming Zhaoshuang with another sword.
The sword momentum was immense, capable of splitting mountains and cleaving seas. The metal element spiritual power was unrestrained, clearly showing no mercy, aiming to take Ming Zhaoshuang’s life.
Xie Yanning exclaimed in shock, “Master!”
Qin Feilong was stunned, “Mother!”
Why would Chunxi, with no prior grievances, want to slay Ming Zhaoshuang!
Ming Zhaoshuang had not expected this either.
No, Qin Feilong’s trump card was Xie Yanning’s Master.
No, Qin Feilong’s trump card was actually attacking her without distinguishing right from wrong!
Did she provoke her!
Ming Zhaoshuang couldn’t understand, so she gritted her teeth and activated another talisman from Zhen Hanliu: “East Wind Spreads Fire, Rustling Prairie Fire!”
The wind fire talisman spread and completely consumed Chunxi’s sword strike.
It even burned her to the point where she had to draw her long sword to block in front of her. Her expression was stern, and even the Demon Emperor Xuan Gui had to step in to block the attack for her.
Blood spilled from Chunxi’s mouth. She sighed, “As expected of Zhen Hanliu’s talismans; even this Seat cannot withstand it.”
Xuan Gui thought to himself that let alone her Mahayana cultivation, even he, a Tribulation Crossing cultivator, would be thoroughly suppressed by this talisman and utterly unable to move. This Chunxi, relying only on the Sword Sect, did she really think she was someone important.
Thinking this, he said to Chunxi, “Even if Zhen Hanliu’s talismans are strong, she is only a Nascent Soul.”
Talisman Masters have their limitations; the talismans in Ming Zhaoshuang’s hands would not be able to protect her.
Xie Yanning hurriedly said, “Master, Junior Sister Zhaoshuang was not aware of my coming to slay the Fifth Prince of the Demon Race. She is by no means an accomplice in murder! I implore you to spare her!”
She knelt on the ground, and the blood from her fingertip flowed onto the sword’s edge.
“I implore Master, for the sake of Yanning becoming a disciple of the Sword Sect two hundred years ago, to spare Junior Sister Zhaoshuang. For this, Yanning is willing to atone with her death.”
“You did nothing wrong! Why should you admit guilt!”
“Silence!”
Two voices sounded simultaneously. Chunxi raised her eyes and looked towards Ming Zhaoshuang.
The latter wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.
Ming Zhaoshuang looked at Chunxi, her words seeming to be directed at Xie Yanning, and also at Chunxi: “Ah Ning is blameless, not guilty. Life for a life is just and proper. It was the Fifth Prince of the Demon Realm who owed Ah Ning two lives first. Ah Ning killing him would not be wrong!”
Before she could finish speaking, Chunxi struck at Ming Zhaoshuang with her sword, showing no mercy!
“Nonsense!”
Chunxi let out a light cry, her brows hidden with endless anger.
Of course, she knew that Xie Yanning was not wrong.
If this were the Cultivation World, she could have taken charge for her without any issue. But now, they were in the Demon Realm, on the Demon Emperor Xuan Gui’s territory, and she had to bow her head.
She had to abandon Xie Yanning to protect Qin Feilong.
Xie Yanning’s face turned pale, “No… Master, why are you trying to kill Ah Shuang?”
With this sword strike, Ming Zhaoshuang, a mere Nascent Soul, could not possibly survive.
Chunxi turned her head and looked at Xie Yanning, “As I said, this Seat is only here for Qin Feilong. You have committed such a heinous crime and should have perished here. It is already benevolence and righteousness that this Seat has not personally attacked you, yet you still have the audacity to demand that this Seat spare someone else.”
“As for two hundred years, you should have died long ago. It was merely this Seat’s appreciation for your talent, not wishing to see your Innate Fire Spiritual Root buried.”
Chunxi’s voice was icy, “You have received guidance from the Sword Sect for two hundred years, with top-tier resources. This Seat has never owed you anything.”
The hand Xie Yanning used to support her sword slipped.
Her face was pale, “But… Ah Shuang is innocent.”
Chunxi knew very well that Ming Zhaoshuang was innocent.
However, she could not let Ming Zhaoshuang go. Whether it was Ming Zhaoshuang herself or the Longming Sword Master hidden within her Sea of Consciousness, Chunxi could not spare them.
Chunxi let out a cold snort, “Just because she is Ming Zhaoshuang, she is not innocent. Furthermore, the Longming Sword Master remains within her Sea of Consciousness.”
Feng He, the Longming Sword Master, should have died long ago.
If she didn’t die, then she would have no chance to subdue the Longming Sword.
If she didn’t die, the prestige of the Sword Sect would always be overshadowed by her reputation.
In the magnificent Six Realms, since Feng He’s friends had died, there would be no high-ranking official who would be willing to see someone like Feng He, who surpassed them all.
The Demon Realm’s Demon Emperor was like this, the Sword Sect Master was like this, and she, Chunxi, was also the same.
“East Wind Spreads Fire, Rustling Prairie Fire!”
The wind fire flew over, blocking Chunxi’s strike.
Chunxi knitted her brows, “Does Your Excellency not intend to join this Seat in taking action?”
Xuan Gui immediately laughed, “Great minds think alike. If Pure Radiance Immortal Maiden is willing to lend her full support, this Seat shall not refuse. This Seat has no interest in the Longming Sword; I only want the Fushuang Sword in that yellow-haired brat’s hand.”
“In that case, how shall we divide the spoils?”
Chunxi swept her cold gaze over Xuan Gui’s face, a sense of disgust inexplicably rising in her heart.
But under the current circumstances, she had no choice but to agree.
Chunxi still remembered to wipe her hands clean, “That is excellent. However, the Longming Sword Master must die by your hand.”
Xuan Gui thought to himself that the Sword Sect was still as hypocritical as ever.
However, he was too lazy to refuse.
After all, although they both knew who the Longming Sword Master was, they would not mention her name. A person whose brilliance overshadowed all Heavenly Prodigies was best left buried; there was no need to bring her up again.
Chunxi raised her sword again and sped towards Ming Zhaoshuang.
Upon hearing Chunxi’s words, Ming Zhaoshuang understood everything; Qin Feilong’s trump card was also aimed at the System.
Compared to Xie Yanning, Xuan Gui wanted to kill Feng He more.
Compared to Ming Zhaoshuang, Chunxi wanted to kill Feng He more.
They were all after Feng He, and none of them wanted Feng He to live in this world, not even a shred of a possibility.
But why was this the case?
Feng He was clearly the strongest on the Path of All Living Beings, and could even be considered an accomplished Dao cultivator. Whether she was alive or dead, she had been working for all living beings and represented their highest will.
She had slain rebel ministers for the Demon Realm, supported the new Emperor, and driven the rapid development of the Demon Realm’s civilization;
She had innovated Dao for the Human Race, resisted the Nether Demons, and protected tens of thousands of years of peace for humanity.
Yet, why was it that both the Demon Realm, which symbolized barbarism and bloodshed, and the Human Race, which symbolized the Righteous Path and glory, could not tolerate her and all wanted her dead?
Ming Zhaoshuang did not understand, but she was willing to fight for Feng He.
She was willing to create a pure land for Feng He within her shallow Sea of Consciousness.
Even if it meant shattering herself to pieces.
She looked at Chunxi and Xuan Gui, like ants looking up at these two deities.
Her face was streaked with tears, and she was in disarray, yet her spine was straight, showing no trace of surrender or fear, only an unbreakable stubbornness and coldness.
