Chapter 253: Our Boss Is Feng He
After Fei Changxiu learned that Qin Feilong was not present, his eyes immediately lit up with joy.
He patted Qin Feilong on the shoulder and said with a grin, “Oh, it’s okay. As long as the Ao Tian Sect’s Chief Senior Disciple is here, you don’t need to be sad.”
Before Qin Feilong went to the Demon Realm, he participated in the Ao Tian Sect’s Chief Senior Disciple match.
He lost to Fei Changxiu by one sword strike.
Now that Fei Changxiu brought it up intentionally, it was clearly poking at his sore spot.
It made him incredibly heartbroken.
Qin Feilong pouted and said, “The Ao Tian Sect’s Chief Senior Disciple is you, but you don’t even know which generation the Ming Ye Sect disciples belong to.”
Fei Changxiu was furious, “Who can possibly rank above me!”
Cheng Zhaoyang hasn’t officially joined yet either.
How many people are there in our Ming Ye Sect? Even if we include Shen Liqian, there’s no one older than me.
Xie Yanning rubbed her nose, feeling a little embarrassed, “I’m over two hundred years old, and judging by your appearance, you should be around eighteen… Although I joined later, according to age, I should be ahead of you.”
Competing for a spot with juniors is a bit embarrassing.
Xie Yanning’s body was extremely depleted, and her cultivation had long since dropped to the mid-stage Deity Transformation. Coupled with her tattered Cloud Mist robes, she appeared as delicate as a wilting willow, evoking pity.
Fei Changxiu’s protective instincts immediately flared, “This younger sister… No, what do you call this older sister?”
Xie Yanning said, “Ming Ye Sect, Xie Yanning.”
Fei Changxiu quickly asked, “Then Senior Sister Yan Ning, what path do you cultivate? Are you a Pill Cultivator or a Music Cultivator?”
Pill Cultivators and Music Cultivators are mostly chosen by female cultivators, and Xie Yanning had a naturally cold and frail appearance, which is why Fei Changxiu made such a guess.
Xie Yanning hesitated for a moment and said, “You’re wrong, I’m an Artifact Cultivator.”
She looked towards Ming Zhaoshuang and smiled at her, “The future number one Artifact Cultivator.”
Fei Changxiu’s jaw dropped in astonishment, “No… Look, Senior Sister, it’s not that I have an opinion of you, but with your physique, can you even lift an iron hammer?”
Unlike Sword Cultivators, Artifact Cultivators have extremely high demands for strength. Even cultivators with abundant spiritual power rely on their own core strength, which is why there are so few female Artifact Cultivators.
Not to mention Xie Yanning’s current emaciated appearance.
Xie Yanning effortlessly lifted the iron hammer that Jiu Zhou had used earlier and raised an eyebrow at Fei Changxiu, “What do you think?”
Fei Changxiu gave a thumbs-up, “Awesome!”
He then counted on his fingers, “Then Senior Sister Yan Ning is the boss of our Ming Ye Sect. Although Cheng Zhaoyang hasn’t completely joined, she’s two years older than me, so I’ll reluctantly consider her the second senior sister, and I’m the third senior brother…”
“Wrong,” Ming Zhaoshuang interrupted Fei Changxiu’s counting, “Our boss is Feng He, your goddess.”
Fei Changxiu said, “Huh?”
His goddess became his boss? His goddess is also from the Ming Ye Sect, since when?
Wasn’t the Ming Ye Sect something they created casually?
Ming Zhaoshuang calmly took a sip of tea and said rather pretentiously, “When we founded the sect, Feng He was in my Sea of Consciousness and participated with us.”
It was just that she hadn’t guessed that the System was Feng He at the time.
It’s all Feng He’s fault for masking herself and letting the whole world know she was dead. It’s normal that she couldn’t guess.
Although Ming Zhaoshuang didn’t know why Feng He did this, she didn’t expose it.
Anyway, whether it was Feng He or the System, she liked them very much.
Fei Changxiu was stunned, “My goddess… isn’t dead?”
Ming Zhaoshuang said, “To be precise, she’s revived, and her Divine Soul cannot leave my Sea of Consciousness.”
Fei Changxiu was furious, “Then why didn’t you tell me sooner!”
Ming Zhaoshuang thought to herself that she only guessed it after encountering Mimi’s matter, and after a few more tests, she confirmed it. How could she have had time to tell Fei Changxiu?
She said, “Anyway, our boss is Feng He. Our current principle is that Feng He’s words are imperial decrees, and we follow Feng He to do great things.”
Killing that Heavenly Dao now is the biggest thing for our Ming Ye Sect!
Fei Changxiu suddenly remembered that Ming Zhaoshuang had also said earlier that Feng Budu was her senior sister, which meant that Ming Zhaoshuang was essentially the second disciple taken in by Feng He!
Fine, hiding it from him for so long!
Fei Changxiu’s mind raced, and he immediately said, “Then does my goddess still accept disciples? I want to recommend myself. I have money, I have looks, I have effort and desperation, and I have talent and effort!”
Before Ming Zhaoshuang could reply, Feng Budu spoke first, “She doesn’t accept any more. Feng He once promised this Seat that she would only accept this Seat as her disciple.”
As she said this, Ming Zhaoshuang was stunned.
Was this the reason Feng He was unwilling to directly tell her her true identity, nor teach her soul power, sword techniques, or even beast taming arts, only offering a few pointers from the side?
So Feng Budu strangling her and giving her Flowing Radiance was also because of this?
She thought Feng He had betrayed her promise and accepted her as a second disciple, but in the end, she still chose to accept her and gave her a meeting gift.
And later, she directly told her to call her Senior Sister.
Ming Zhaoshuang hadn’t figured it out yet when Fei Changxiu pouted and responded, “But Junior Sister is also her disciple.”
That’s not a second one!
If there’s a second, there’ll be a third. What’s wrong with taking one more?
“Feng He did not take me as a disciple.”
“She has been recognized by this Seat.”
They both spoke at the same time and paused.
Feng Budu’s fingers tightened around the desk, and she looked at Ming Zhaoshuang, who pursed her lips and spoke directly to Feng Budu:
“Senior Sister, Feng He actually didn’t take me as a disciple, nor did she teach me anything specific. She didn’t even reveal her true identity to me. To me, she is both a teacher and, more importantly, a friend.”
“She did teach me many principles and helped me with many things, being like a Honored Master to me. That’s why when you misunderstood back then, I didn’t explain but went along with it, hoping you would help us.”
“But she didn’t interfere too much with me. She didn’t teach me how to practice Soul Power, how to tame Spiritual Beasts, or the Cang Sheng Sword Technique, nor did she force me down the path she took back then. The path I’m on now, although she nudged me towards it, was also my own choice.”
“Senior Sister, her true disciple is only you.”
Feng Budu raised her eyes, and the icy coldness in her usually frigid gaze seemed to dissipate in an instant.
She seemed not to have recovered yet.
After a long while, Feng Budu regained her aloof expression, “What does it have to do with this Seat whether Feng He accepts disciples? This Seat only recognizes you.”
Fei Changxiu dared not roll his eyes at her, but he couldn’t help but mutter in his heart.
It has nothing to do with it? Who was the first to disagree when he wanted to become a disciple just now? Her expression was more displeased than his deceased maternal granduncle’s.
Clearly, this was Feng Budu’s sensitive spot.
Ming Zhaoshuang was accustomed to her outwardly stubborn and inwardly soft nature. She turned to Feng Budu and said playfully, “Since Senior Sister recognizes me, then I am the second disciple. I’m so happy, so happy!”
Feng Budu turned her head away, not wanting to see her showing off.
Ming Zhaoshuang, knowing that this person valued her reputation and liked to pretend, turned to Fei Changxiu and said:
“So, our boss, the Sect Master, is Feng He. Our Senior Sister is the beautiful, powerful, gentle, and understanding Demon Realm Monarch, twelve thousand years old, older than all of us.”
