Chapter 240: Call Me Senior Sister 【 Satisfying Story 】
Just at this moment, a dazzling light suddenly burst from Ming Zhaoshuang’s wrist.
The talisman scattered, and demonic qi spread everywhere.
The demonic power that had been suppressing her moments ago also vanished.
Ming Zhaoshuang looked up, only to see an extremely domineering and imposing silhouette standing before her, exuding cold beauty and disdain.
This was the Demon Realm Empress, Feng Budu.
She held a sword in her hand, her narrow eyes scanning Xuan Gui before her with a stern expression.
Blood was still on Feng Budu’s sword.
It was terrifying.
The divine tool, Du Ming Sword, was forged from the spine of the most powerful Ying Long lineage of the ancient Dragon Race, personally crafted by the Artificing Saint Ou Ziye. It was the discipleship gift that Feng He Du Xian gave to Feng Budu.
After Feng He’s death, Feng Budu’s cultivation also reached the Immortal Crossing level, and no one in the world could oppose her. Therefore, except for the time she ventured into the Dragon Domain alone, Du Ming Sword had not appeared before the eyes of the world again.
But now, she was holding Du Ming Sword, and it was stained with blood.
The killing intent around her was unstoppable.
Xuan Gui was stunned, “Demon Lord… weren’t you… in the Dragon Domain?”
Since the Demon Lord Feng Budu appeared at the Demon Quelling Pass in the lower realm, she had once again ventured into the Dragon Domain. This matter was known throughout the Thirty-Six Heavens, except for the lower realm.
But why was she here?
Didn’t she always have a bad relationship with Feng He, never allowing anyone to mention Feng He in her presence?
Then why would she come to stop them when they wanted to execute Feng He? Could it be that their relationship was not as dark and twisted as they speculated?
Feng Budu couldn’t be bothered to deal with Xuan Gui; in her eyes, Xuan Gui was no different from a waste.
She lowered her eyes and looked towards Ming Zhaoshuang.
The latter was also looking at her in a daze, hope and longing hidden in her eyes.
It was just like her from tens of thousands of years ago.
Ming Zhaoshuang was a little flustered, tears began to fall from her eyes again, and she said urgently to Feng Budu, “Feng… Demon Lord, your Honored Master… no, it’s Feng He Du Xian in my Sea of Consciousness… can you save her… she… she misses you very much… please save her…”
She didn’t know if Feng Budu’s relationship with Feng He was truly one of mutual dislike and clashing Dao Hearts as the world said.
She only knew that Feng Budu was now standing in front of her, giving her a glimmer of hope.
Feng Budu was Immortal Crossing, the strongest in this era.
If she wanted to protect Feng He, it would be easy, even in the Demon Realm.
Ming Zhaoshuang truly didn’t know what to do.
She could only beg Feng Budu, hoping that for the sake of her previous master-disciple relationship with Feng He, she would save Feng He, even if there was only a sliver of hope.
Feng Budu reached out and wiped the tears from Ming Zhaoshuang’s face.
“Call me Senior Sister.”
Her divine soul extended, but it did not enter Ming Zhaoshuang’s Sea of Consciousness. Just from the periphery, she sensed the faint, dying soul hidden within.
That was… her Honored Master.
Feng Budu’s hand trembled, and her breathing became slightly heavy.
As early as when she met Ming Zhaoshuang at the Demon Quelling Pass, she knew that Feng He’s divine soul had reassembled and was hiding in Ming Zhaoshuang’s Sea of Consciousness, wanting to nurture the next her.
She should have stopped it.
But in the end, she decided to let Feng He continue. However, unable to rest assured, she gave the Flowing Radiance Bracelet in her hand to Ming Zhaoshuang to save her life at a critical moment.
Just like now.
Feng Budu’s hand was very cold, but Ming Zhaoshuang felt warmth from it.
“Senior Sister.”
She called out softly, with a nasal voice and hoarseness.
“My Honored Master… she tore space to let us escape to save me, leaving only her soul body to fight these people… I couldn’t do anything, my strength wasn’t enough, I’m just a waste…”
Saying this, Ming Zhaoshuang couldn’t help but cry again.
She bit her lip and said, “I can’t protect her… even if I come back, I can’t protect her. They all want me dead, they all want our Honored Master dead…”
She had truly tried her best.
But in the face of an absolute power gap, no matter how she schemed or racked her brains, she couldn’t do anything.
Feng He’s soul was shattered by their killing, Sang Biao was brutally beaten, and even Xie Yanning had damaged her Origin to this extent, yet they couldn’t stop these people.
Hearing this, Feng Budu’s gaze froze.
As if recalling something, her voice became unusually gentle, like a wisp of breeze brushing across Ming Zhaoshuang’s cheek.
“You did very well. You did better than this Seat.”
Feng Budu turned around, her black skirt dragging through the ruins before her, and the blood from the Du Ming Sword’s edge dripped onto the ground.
Feng Budu looked at Xuan Gui and Chunxi, her eyes chilling to the extreme.
“Are you two fit to insult my Honored Master and Junior Sister?”
The pressure of Immortal Crossing made people tremble with fear.
Although Xuan Gui was also a World Lord and his cultivation had reached the Tribulation Crossing Mid Stage, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of fear when facing Feng Budu.
He even felt his legs go weak.
Chunxi had not expected Feng Budu to come here and protect Ming Zhaoshuang and Feng Budu.
She sighed and was about to leave.
After all, a wise man knows when to submit. Regardless of whether Feng Budu could cause trouble in the Demon Realm’s territory, she certainly couldn’t cause trouble under Feng Budu’s nose.
She would just have to find a way to eliminate Ming Zhaoshuang and Feng He later.
However, before her clone could dissipate, it was trapped by a stream of demonic energy from Feng Budu.
The latter raised her eyebrows, “Trying to run?”
Chunxi: “!!!”
A true Immortal Crossing expert, terrifying indeed!
She hadn’t even made a move, and Feng Budu had already detected it.
Chunxi smiled somewhat stiffly, “Demon Lord, this is just a clone of this Seat. What’s the use of you binding it?”
Even if Feng Budu killed her clone with a single sword strike, she wouldn’t die, at most she would suffer some injuries, it wasn’t a big deal.
Couldn’t Feng Budu give the Sword Sect some face? Did she not see it!
But obviously, Feng Budu didn’t want to.
Feng Budu reached out, and Chunxi was brought from Xie Yanning’s side to Ming Zhaoshuang’s. The unremarkable face shed its imposing aura, appearing somewhat ugly and terrifying.
Feng Budu: “Slap her.”
Ming Zhaoshuang: “Ah?”
Feng Budu said calmly, “Slap her. To vent your anger. Slap her until you don’t feel wronged anymore.”
She said this as if it were natural.
It was as if Chunxi, a Late Mahayana stage master, was merely a tool she used to placate Ming Zhaoshuang.
It truly warmed one’s heart.
Indeed, one still needs a backer.
“Feng Budu! How dare you insult…”
Chunxi’s words were interrupted by a clear slapping sound.
She glared and looked at Ming Zhaoshuang.
“Miss Ming, you are merely Nascent Soul, how dare you…”
Ming Zhaoshuang remembered Chunxi’s face from before, intent on destroying her, and anger surged in her heart. She raised her hand again and slapped her, making them even.
After two slaps, Ming Zhaoshuang’s mood finally improved a bit.
At least she wasn’t crying anymore.
She said to Chunxi, “I am only Nascent Soul, but my Senior Sister is Immortal Crossing! You’re unhappy? You’re unconvinced? You’re not satisfied? Then just hold it in!”
“My Senior Sister is here, and as long as I’m happy! As long as I’m comfortable! As long as I’m satisfied!”
