Chapter 31: The Twin Beauties Of Ao Tian Sect Never Lose
As soon as these words were spoken, the disciples of the Ao Tian Sect all looked at them with fierce expressions, almost in unison saying:
“No, Sect Master Ling, the arena is dangerous, and some casualties are normal, right.”
“Sect Master Ling, our Junior Sister Ming was indeed reckless, but it’s also because your son was too weak, right? The competition didn’t say talismans couldn’t be used, and didn’t your son use them too? Moreover, our Junior Sister Ming was only slightly stronger.”
They finally understood why Junior Sister Ming was willing to give Ling Yangping another chance to stand on the arena, it was to vent Senior Brother Qin’s anger.
Exactly, although Senior Brother Qin helped them win a quota, why is Senior Brother Qin still in slumber while Ling Yangping is unharmed? This is unfair.
Junior Sister Ming is amazing.
The Sect Master of the Bixiao Sect also didn’t expect things to develop this way—if the Ao Tian Sect’s talismans were always this powerful, then the following matches wouldn’t need to be fought, as they would definitely lose.
“How dare you! How dare you!”
The Sect Master of Lingxiao Sect raised his sword and was about to rush towards Qin Du: “Qin Du, you old scoundrel, give me my son’s life!”
But in the end, he was stopped by a young man: “Ling Yangping is wearing a High-Grade Profound Spirit Tool, don’t be impulsive. If you make a move, you will be enemies with the entire Ao Tian Sect.”
The Sect Master of Lingxiao Sect’s chest rose and fell violently, and his hands trembled intensely.
Finally, as the smoke cleared, they saw Ling Yangping at the center of the explosion—the High-Grade Profound Spirit Tool he was so proud of was completely shattered, his entire body was a bloody mess, black and red mixed together, lying stiffly on the arena.
“Ping’er!”
The Sect Master of Lingxiao Sect flew directly from the spectator stand, holding Ling Yangping and weeping mournfully.
Ming Zhaoshuang swallowed, not expecting Ling Yangping to be so tragically blasted. Her hands also trembled unconsciously—she had never killed anyone, nor had she ever thought of killing Ling Yangping.
“He’s not dead yet, but if you keep delaying treatment, it might not be certain.”
Shen Liqian flew onto the stage, grasped Ming Zhaoshuang’s cold fingers, and said in a low voice, “Even if he dies, you don’t need to blame yourself, he deserved to die.”
If Ming Zhaoshuang had not been able to withstand his attack back then, she would have been the one to die.
Moreover, as far as she knew, Ling Yangping, relying on being the Young Sect Master of Lingxiao Sect, had committed countless evil deeds. Rape, robbery, murder—she knew of more than a dozen cases, and all of his victims were ordinary people without spiritual power or rogue cultivators with low spiritual power. Such people deserved to die.
Ming Zhaoshuang’s voice trembled slightly, “He’s really not dead?”
Shen Liqian nodded.
As soon as the explosion occurred, she had covered the entire arena with her spiritual power. Due to her Wood Spirit Root, she could sense a faint life force on the arena.
Ming Zhaoshuang seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and was about to step down when she saw the Sect Master of Lingxiao Sect, who was flustered by her side, finding something to do and glaring at her:
“Ming Zhaoshuang, Ming Family, this feud is now established with our Lingxiao Sect, you just wait and see!”
Shen Liqian looked at Ming Zhaoshuang’s unsteady steps and was about to comfort her, but heard Ming Zhaoshuang snort coldly, her bright snow-white eyes looking directly at the Sect Master of Lingxiao Sect without the slightest fear:
“Sect Master Ling, I dared to kill your beloved son, do you think I would be afraid?”
Her head tilted slightly, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of her lips:
“I’ll be waiting for you.”
Of course, Ming Zhaoshuang didn’t want to kill, but Shen Liqian was right, people like Ling Yangping deserved to die.
She was just a modern woman who wasn’t accustomed to fighting and killing, not that she regretted anything she had done today. Even if Ling Yangping died, she wouldn’t have the slightest regret or guilt.
Giving him a chance to go on stage, he could slaughter his opponents with impunity by relying on his cultivation. Why keep such a person alive?
And the Sect Master of Lingxiao Sect, being aggressive and repeatedly offending the Ao Tian Sect, also deserved to die.
She had the Ao Tian Sect and the Ming Family behind her, so would she be afraid of a mere Lingxiao Sect? Moreover, as far as she knew, Ming Zhaoshuang was not just Ming Zhaoshuang; with her Innate Ice Spirit Root talent, as soon as the news got out, countless sects and noble families in the Upper Cultivation World would beg for her.
Furthermore, Ling Yangping was destined to die in the book for offending the Male Protagonist anyway, so what was she afraid of?
After thinking this through, Ming Zhaoshuang’s condition improved by more than half. She leaned on Shen Liqian’s shoulder, nuzzled comfortably, and said, “Qianqian, you smell so good.”
A blush appeared on Shen Liqian’s fair and rosy cheeks, and she scolded, “You just know how to talk.”
Shen Liqian glanced at Qin Du and asked in a low voice, “Are you going back to Sect Master Qin’s side?”
“Not at all,” Ming Zhaoshuang winked at her, quite lively, “Qianqian smells so good, is so handsome, and is already at Great Perfection of Late Golden Core, I don’t want to go to an old man’s side!”
Shen Liqian was amused by her, saying, “If Sect Master Qin knew you called him an old man, wouldn’t he jump with anger.”
To be honest, Sect Master Qin was at most 150 years old, and in the Cultivation World, he could still be considered a young lad.
Although Shen Liqian was young, her father was actually over a thousand years old and could be considered the grandfather of Sect Master Qin’s grandfather.
After all, in the cultivation world, the higher the cultivation, the more difficult it is to conceive. If one’s cultivation reached Body Integration or above, they were basically considered infertile.
That’s why cultivators cherished their disciples so much, to the point where a personal disciple was almost like a biological son.
As a result, Sect Master Qin, who was in his prime, was jokingly called an old man by Ming Zhaoshuang.
“One can only say, time ages people, and the sect master is getting weathered.” Ming Zhaoshuang had a whole basket of her own logic. She chatted and laughed with Shen Liqian as they walked towards the disciple seats:
“We’ve won three matches in a row, Uncle Qin can relax and eat melon seeds, and naturally, he can help you cheat with peace of mind.”
“Hey, Junior Sister, how will you help us cheat?” Fei Changxiu, who had been eavesdropping from afar, immediately ran over upon hearing the keywords, and said obsequiously:
“Give each of us a Talisman Saint Talisman?”
Ming Zhaoshuang glanced at him with a look of disdain, “Dream on.”
When Ming Zhaoshuang and Shen Liqian reached the disciple seats, the Ao Tian Sect disciples erupted in cheers as if they had won fifty million in the lottery, welcoming the two of them with a resounding ovation.
“Senior Sister Shen is mighty! Junior Sister is amazing! The Twin Stars of Ao Tian will never lose!”
“Senior Sister Shen is mighty! Junior Sister is amazing! The Twin Stars of Ao Tian will never lose!”
“Senior Sister Shen is mighty! Junior Sister is amazing! The Twin Stars of Ao Tian will never lose!”
Shen Liqian touched her forehead, she couldn’t say that she had already “enjoyed” this scene for almost half an hour.
Ming Zhaoshuang gritted her teeth and said fiercely to Fei Changxiu:
“You did this?”
“How could it be, do I have this much influence!” Fei Changxiu quickly waved his hands and said sincerely to the two of them, “They were all captivated by the charm of the two Junior Sisters and spontaneously started shouting.”
“Qianqian, I think I should go back and keep Uncle Qin company eating melon seeds.”
Ming Zhaoshuang sighed.
Shen Liqian forced a smile, “I think you can bring me along.”
As soon as these words were spoken, Fei Changxiu immediately raised his hand, signaling the crowd to stop shouting.
The corner of his lips curled up, and a fawning smile spread across his handsome face, “Don’t go, don’t go, we won’t shout anymore, we won’t shout anymore.”
