Chapter 241: I’ll Vent For You First 【 Satisfying Story 】
“Miss Ming, you’d best give this Seat…”
“Slap!”
“Miss Ming, the Sword Sect will not…”
“Slap!”
“Good, good, good! You have insulted this…”
“Slap!”
The crisp slapping sounds rang out one after another, stifling every word Chunxi wanted to say.
Qin Feilong and Xie Yanning exchanged a look, wanting to persuade but feeling it wasn’t appropriate to do so.
Qin Feilong: I wanted to ask Junior Sister Zhaoshuang to go easy, after all, she is my mother…
Xie Yanning: I wanted to ask Junior Sister Zhaoshuang to go slower, after all, she is my Honored Master…
However, both of them knew that Chunxi was in the wrong first. Who would not hold back if someone threatened to kill them and nearly caused their death, just because of a friend?
Most importantly, Chunxi was a clone, she wouldn’t die no matter what.
And they, their relationship with Chunxi was not close.
Qin Feilong didn’t need to be mentioned; he grew up in the Ao Tian Sect and had only met Chunxi a few times. Every time, Chunxi tried to control him, wanting to make him a tool for the Sword Sect.
If he could, Qin Feilong would rather not have had this mother.
Although Xie Yanning was registered under Chunxi’s name, Chunxi was a cultivation fanatic, always in seclusion or at the Sword Tomb, rarely teaching Xie Yanning, which resulted in her being essentially self-taught.
Although Xie Yanning admired Chunxi, she was not to the point of confusing right and wrong.
If Ming Zhaoshuang wanted to kill Chunxi, she would draw her sword against Ming Zhaoshuang for Chunxi’s sake, but if her life wasn’t in danger, she could only say that she felt a sense of satisfaction.
After all, she had affection for Chunxi, but also resentment.
Gui Xuan saw Feng Budu take action against Chunxi first and didn’t have time to manage them, so he also felt a tickle in his heart. He quickly restrained his aura and wanted to leave.
At the same time, he didn’t forget to send a signal to the Old Ancestors of his Demon Realm.
Stop cultivating!
Feng Budu is attacking!
Xuan Gui didn’t know why, even though the Demon Realm was his territory and Feng Budu was alone, he was so afraid.
It could only be blamed on this woman for not choosing other paths and instead choosing the Path of Slaughter.
So fierce, not like a woman at all.
Just as Xuan Gui was muttering to himself and sneakily moving, the ground beneath his feet cracked open.
…Cracked open?
Feng Budu struck the ground with her sword, and the surging demonic energy spread, enveloping the entire Gui Xuan Merchant Guild.
Where it passed, the land cracked and demonic currents overflowed.
The formations contained within the Gui Xuan Merchant Guild were instantly broken, leaving nothing behind.
Xuan Gui’s legs were tightly bound.
He turned his head to look at Feng Budu, who seemed not to see him at all. After swinging the Du Ming Sword, she directly looked towards Ming Zhaoshuang, not caring whether he escaped or not.
Or rather, he couldn’t escape at all.
Since Xuan Gui cultivated to the Mahayana Stage and became the Demon Emperor, he rarely found himself in such a helpless situation as he was now.
His demonic power was strong, but in front of Feng Budu, he was like a newly hatched chick, unable to move at all. His formidable demonic power turned into nothingness.
After Ming Zhaoshuang slapped Chunxi more than ten times, she had somewhat vented her anger.
She rubbed her hand, looking at Chunxi’s severely swollen cheeks, and finally said, “Can I kill her? My hand hurts quite a bit from hitting her.”
Feng Budu asked, “Kill her True Body, or kill her clone?”
Ming Zhaoshuang said, “Kill her True Body.”
Feng Budu was silent for a moment, then said, “I cannot bring her True Body to you right now. Wait until I return from the Dragon Domain.”
Seeing her like this, it was as if Ming Zhaoshuang’s single word could make her bring Chunxi’s True Body before her, without any regard for the fact that Chunxi was the Sword Sect Master’s younger sister and the Sword Sect’s Seventh Elder.
Ming Zhaoshuang shook her head, “Senior Sister, I don’t need you to bring her.”
“She wanted to kill me, wanted to kill my Honored Master. I will remember this hatred and take revenge myself. What I want to ask is, with my current strength, can I kill her? After all, she is a Mahayana Stage Cultivator.”
Feng Budu said, “Fushuang is made from Ao Tian’s spine and can break through all things in the world. Even if Chunxi is a Mahayana Stage Cultivator, with me backing you, killing her will be as easy as pie.”
Ming Zhaoshuang smiled upon hearing this, her eyes sparkling.
“Thank you, Senior Sister! Senior Sister, you are truly too kind! You are the Number One Person under our Honored Master! You are lightning, you are light, you are the only legend!”
Who understands this feeling of being backed by a powerful figure.
It’s really satisfying!
Feng Budu finally understood why Feng He could get along with Ming Zhaoshuang.
After all, they both knew how to flatter.
Thinking of this, Feng Budu seemed to remember something, her expression softening, with a hint of a smile.
But her nature was extremely cold, so she didn’t laugh out loud.
Feng Budu said, “Say less.”
“Alright!” Ming Zhaoshuang responded, immediately picking up Fushuang and striking at Chunxi.
Chunxi wanted to resist, but as Feng Budu said, with her there, she couldn’t escape at all.
She could only look up and endure it all.
With the cold glint of Fushuang, in just a moment, Chunxi’s clone had vanished from everyone’s sight, leaving behind only her resentful whisper.
“Ming Zhaoshuang… you are very good…”
Ming Zhaoshuang said seriously upon hearing this, “I killed her too early. I should have kicked her a couple more times.”
Feng Budu comforted, “It’s alright, there’s still the True Body.”
Qin Feilong: “…”
Xie Yanning: “…”
Although it was a bit untimely, they still wanted to say that killing their mother （ Honored Master ） once was enough.
If Ming Zhaoshuang were to attack Chunxi again later, they might confront Ming Zhaoshuang because of it, and they did not want to see such a scene.
After speaking, Feng Budu looked at Xuan Gui, Xuan Ya, and the four Mahayana Stage Cultivators.
She asked Ming Zhaoshuang, “Who should we kill first?”
Ming Zhaoshuang reached out and pointed at Xuan Gui, “He broke one leg of our Honored Master, and stabbed Mimi three times.”
Honestly, she was a bit panicked in her heart. After all, Feng Budu and Xuan Gui were both rulers of two realms. Feng Budu might be able to help her get revenge and humiliate Chunxi, but if it were the Demon Emperor, wouldn’t that be too arrogant?
While Ming Zhaoshuang was speaking, the demonic energy in Feng Budu’s palm had already overflowed instantly.
She reached out and, from a distance, grabbed Xuan Gui by the neck.
“You dare to break this Seat’s Honored Master’s leg?”
Xuan Gui was tightly bound by her extremely powerful demonic energy. His throat choked, unable to move up or down, his face turned extremely pale.
He subconsciously wanted to grab Feng Budu’s hand, but Feng Budu’s hand was more than ten meters away. He could only struggle in the air, but he couldn’t budge at all.
Just as Feng Budu was about to choke Xuan Gui to death, she suddenly remembered something and threw Xuan Gui in front of Ming Zhaoshuang, stabbing the Du Ming Sword fiercely next to Xuan Gui.
“Feng Budu! This is the Demon Realm! This is my territory! Even if you are Immortal Crossing…”
Xuan Gui finally got some air. He touched his neck, curled up his body, and cursed at Feng Budu.
Compared to Chunxi, his cultivation was higher, so at this moment, he was also able to summon his long sword and attack both Feng Budu and Ming Zhaoshuang.
Feng Budu raised her hand, and the Du Ming Sword flew out, directly cutting Xuan Gui’s long sword in half.
This… was a High-Grade Heaven Tier Spirit Tool.
It was actually cut in half so casually by the Divine Tool Du Ming?
Or was the cultivation gap between Xuan Gui and Feng Budu too large, to the point that a High-Grade Heaven Tier Spirit Tool couldn’t withstand one move from Feng Budu?
Feng Budu couldn’t be bothered to deal with this grasshopper after the autumn harvest.
She turned to Ming Zhaoshuang and said, “I’ll help you vent your anger first.”
