Chapter 248: Fortunately, She Knows How To Hug A Thigh 【 Battle 】
And, within her body, there was also the Innate Wind Spirit Root that Feng He had willingly gifted her!
After Feng He died, she was essentially the second person to truly possess an Innate Dual Spirit Root, the only one capable of bringing the Innate Dual Spirit Root to its absolute limit!
Although for tens of thousands of years, she had never used her Innate Wind Spirit Root in front of the world.
Just like now, she hadn’t used her Innate Water Spirit Root, only using one Innate Wind Spirit Root to make them retreat steadily.
Four Tribulation Stage cultivators, over a dozen Mahayana cultivators, unable to defeat one Immortal Crossing stage cultivator.
This is the rule of the cultivation world; the difference of one realm is like heaven and earth, no one can bridge it.
This is Feng Budu’s arrogant foundation; in this world, no one is stronger than her!
Suddenly, Feng Budu seemed to recall something, and the sword edge of Du Ming stopped.
She raised her hand and pointed towards Ming Zhaoshuang’s forehead.
This is…
Distorting time, slowing down the flow of time for Ming Zhaoshuang’s space.
With just a gentle touch, it sent a chill through those few people, like a venomous snake coiling around their necks.
Whether it’s tearing space or distorting time, both require comprehending the Laws of Heaven and Earth to be unleashed. After all, these are abilities that only the Heavenly Dao can truly possess. For ordinary people to control all of this, they would need to be at least at the Tribulation Stage cultivation level and have Empty Soul Realm strength.
Most importantly, comprehending the Power of Law.
Compared to tearing space, distorting time is rarer and more difficult, usually consuming a cultivator’s immense spiritual power and soul power. In the last hundred thousand years, almost no one has been able to achieve it.
The last person who could do it was Feng He Du Xian.
And now, Feng Budu openly took it out in front of them.
Not only did she bring it out, but she also used it not on them, but on Ming Zhaoshuang, simply so that Ming Zhaoshuang could understand this fight.
“It was this Seat’s oversight, you couldn’t see clearly.”
Ming Zhaoshuang’s cultivation was only at the Nascent Soul Stage; how could she possibly see the fights of these high-level cultivators clearly? She couldn’t even find Feng Budu’s shadow, only knowing that Feng Budu had no difficulty fighting these people.
It was truly like the System told her back then, swishing and knocking down a large group of people, and thudding and beating a large group of people to death.
Ming Zhaoshuang truly suspected that Feng Budu was tricked by the System back then, becoming its bound Host 001—Feng He’s first disciple.
Now that Feng Budu distorted her time-space, she instantly slowed it down by who knows how many times to watch, and finally could see clearly how Feng Budu was fighting over a dozen people.
The more she watched, the more she felt that Feng Budu was worthy of being the strongest person in the world today.
With those reactions, those sword moves, that “I am the only one in heaven and earth” aura, there was no one else in this world who could do it so naturally, so swaggeringly.
The life of all things from the Path of All Living Beings.
The intent of slaughter from the Path of Slaughter.
All unfolded before Ming Zhaoshuang’s eyes, flowing slowly, until they completely merged and intertwined in her eyes, finally evolving into new sword moves and new artistic conceptions.
Entering the sight and forgetting the spirit, knowing the essence and contemplating change.
Feng Budu previously cultivated the Path of All Living Beings; although she did not succeed in the end, if one carefully examined, they would find that deeper than killing intent in her sword intent was still the life of all things.
Especially when she used her Wind Element demonic power, this sense of continuous life was even more obvious.
Even though Rongrong and Huihui blocked with all their might, Feng Budu, right before their eyes, successively slaughtered Xuan Ya and the four Mahayana cultivators who had previously cornered them.
“You lost.”
Finally, Du Ming’s sword struck the earth, and demonic energy swept across the entire Shan He.
Feng Budu’s body was blood-stained, her gaze cold.
Rongrong and Huihui, one with a severed tail, the other with a severed wing, looked at Feng Budu, only fear remaining.
How could they… be this strong.
Rongrong and Huihui didn’t even dare to be sure if Feng He, standing before Feng Budu back then, would still have the strength to fight.
As expected, the demonic seed that Feng He insisted on cultivating back then.
Terrifyingly so, unbelievably so.
Fortunately, Feng Budu did not intend to take their lives.
Feng Budu stood in the air, her black robes fluttering in the wind, the vibrant peonies dazzling, resembling the fresh blood that had just splattered.
She looked towards Ming Zhaoshuang: “Did you understand?”
Ming Zhaoshuang nodded vigorously: “I understood! Senior Sister, you are too strong, too amazing! I have never seen anyone as powerful as Senior Sister!”
Feng Budu’s stern expression softened slightly.
She hesitated for a moment, awkwardly patted Ming Zhaoshuang’s head, and said to her, “If you don’t like the Path of All Living Beings, you don’t have to force yourself to learn Feng He’s sword techniques; you can learn mine too.”
Ming Zhaoshuang said “mmm” twice: “Then will Senior Sister give me the sword techniques?”
Sorry, she was a freeloading type.
Feng Budu’s sword techniques were also very exquisite, and she was reluctant to give them up.
Feng Budu furrowed her brows slightly, suddenly remembering that Ming Zhaoshuang had not used the Di Shi Qing Bracelet that she had given her earlier.
She raised her hand, and the bracelet detached from Ming Zhaoshuang’s hand and returned to hers.
“You haven’t recognized it as your master yet?”
Ming Zhaoshuang replied sheepishly: “At that time, I thought Senior Sister wanted to kill me, and I couldn’t get rid of it, so I naturally didn’t think it was anything good, so I didn’t recognize it as my master.”
“Didn’t this Seat remind you that this item was very good before giving it to you?”
“Uh… I wouldn’t dare to believe it at that time.”
“If this Seat wanted to kill you, would I need to use a Divine Tool?”
“Uh… No.”
“If you don’t recognize it as your master, how did you take it off?”
“Uh…… I dare not recognize it as my master.”
The more Ming Zhaoshuang answered, the more guilty she felt.
Although she had guessed that the System was Feng He, she had always wanted to risk having the item recognize her as its master, especially after receiving Tan Zhu’s “meeting gift,” her desire to recognize it as her master reached its peak.
However, this bracelet belonged to Feng Budu before, and it had followed Feng Budu; how could it be willing to follow her?
What if she was careless and this Divine Tool directly strangled her hand? It was a Divine Tool, how could it obediently recognize a master.
Fushuang earlier also only recognized Feng He as her master after Feng He slapped her twice.
Feng Budu understood everything after hearing this.
She said, “Was this Seat’s attitude towards you not good at the time?”
She believed that she had tried her best to soften her attitude, and even offered to help her deal with everyone who had seen the dragon, but Ming Zhaoshuang herself was unwilling.
Moreover, Ming Zhaoshuang had even thrown the blame for the Divine Tool’s appearance onto her, and she had even actively admitted to it.
Wasn’t her attitude towards Ming Zhaoshuang obvious enough?
Ming Zhaoshuang thought to herself that if being strangled on sight counted as good, then enemies in this world could sleep together.
She weakly said, “It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have speculated about Senior Sister.”
Seeing her wronged expression, Feng Budu felt a bit helpless.
She said, “Now, recognize it as your master.”
“Mhm mhm.” Ming Zhaoshuang continued to nod vigorously, extended a finger to drip blood, and began to form seals.
As her blood soaked into the bracelet, it began to tremble violently, emitting a long cry, as if resisting.
Then, it was struck by Du Ming.
The bracelet instantly fell silent.
Ming Zhaoshuang: “……”
So, she had reasons for not recognizing it as her master back then; without someone around, except for Shan He, no Divine Tool recognized her.
Fortunately, she knew how to latch onto powerful allies.
Her Honored Master was Feng He, her Senior Sister was Feng Budu, and her pet was Mimi.
With such a powerful background and such a wonderful life, whose could it be? It’s so hard to guess.
So happy.
All the happiness that Ming Zhaoxue did not enjoy, she enjoyed it all.
