Chapter 320: They From The Ming Ye Sect Are A Bunch Of Perverts
Ming Zhu saw through Ming Zhaoshuang’s thoughts at a glance, but he had the same intention, so he didn’t care. He said, “I will stand still and use my early Nascent Soul strength to draw my sword. You can only use Primordial Beginning of the Great Void to resist me. Is that acceptable?”
As he spoke, he waved his sleeve, and the cultivators who were fighting with Shen Yuyin and the others all died before Ming Zhaoshuang and the others, without even a chance to say half a word.
They agreed to this?
Ming Zhaoshuang was still a little stunned, thinking that this Immortal Crossing cultivator had too good a temper.
What she had just said could be considered an offense to him, completely treating him as a sparring partner. He actually agreed, and it seemed he was truly very interested in her move, Primordial Beginning of the Great Void.
“Okay, can you wait a moment? I just ran out of spiritual power.” Saying this, Ming Zhaoshuang took out a few Spirit Pills from Flowing Radiance, intending to recover her spiritual power.
Primordial Beginning of the Great Void was powerful, but it was still too much for her at the moment.
“No need,” Ming Zhu said, gently tapping Ming Zhaoshuang’s forehead with his fingertip. He cast a minor spell, and she felt her body instantly fill with spiritual power, without needing to take any Spirit Pills.
Ming Zhu had lent her his spiritual power.
This spell was quite similar to Ming Zhaoxue’s spiritual power lending.
“Then let’s begin!”
Ming Zhaoshuang took the first sword strike from Ming Zhu, but it did not wound Ming Zhu.
Ming Zhaoshuang took the second sword strike from Ming Zhu, but it did not wound Ming Zhu.
Ming Zhaoshuang took Ming Zhu’s third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth sword strikes, but none of them wounded Ming Zhu.
Ming Zhu repeatedly lent her spiritual power and repeatedly swung his sword at her, while Ming Zhaoshuang repeatedly used Primordial Beginning of the Great Void towards Ming Zhu.
This continued for several days.
Shen Yuyin and the others watched, their eyes wide.
Shen Yuyin: “What’s the point of this? If you want to practice swordplay, can’t you find a place to do it yourself? Doesn’t it seem like Ming Zhu Immortal Crossing is not very important?”
Tan Zhu: “Who knows? Anyway, I’m not a Sword Cultivator, so I don’t understand.”
Xingyun: “I can’t even be bothered to watch anymore. They’ve swung their swords tens of thousands of times, and each time it’s the same move. How boring are these two?”
Liushui: “It would be better to have a good fight.”
Shen Yuyin glared: “What are you saying? A good fight? Where would we get the lives to be killed by Ming Zhu Immortal Crossing?”
Xingyun laughed: “It’s okay, it’s okay. Ming Zhu Immortal Crossing is not Demon Lord Feng Budu; he doesn’t cultivate the Path of Slaughter, so there’s no need to be afraid.”
Liushui asked: “Then what path does he cultivate? The Ruthless Path? I haven’t heard anyone say he’s ever been in love or had relatives, and he seems quite detached from desires. He should be cultivating the Ruthless Path, right?”
Tan Zhu pondered: “It’s not the Ruthless Path; it’s the Great Absolute Path of Forgetting Emotions. He did have a few romantic encounters and some relatives in his early years, but they all seem to have been buried in the earth later.”
This was all a very long time ago.
The current Ming Zhu, detached from desires and with nothing to do, seems to truly cultivate the Ruthless Path.
Three thousand years ago, he broke through to the status of Immortal Crossing with his Soul Body. Emperor Fengdu was initially happy that the Underworld had gained an Immortal Crossing cultivator, but soon found it rather boring.
Because he didn’t manage affairs.
Because he didn’t manage affairs, the people of the Underworld still listened to him on every matter.
Therefore, Emperor Fengdu was particularly displeased with him.
He felt that Ming Zhu was here in the Underworld to be his ancestor—although, given Ming Zhu’s age of over twenty thousand years, he was perfectly capable of being an ancestor anywhere.
Shen Yuyin said: “He’s lived for so long, so everyone he knew must be buried in the earth, it’s very normal. Compared to him, I’d rather know if Fourth Senior Sister is truly Emperor Fengdu’s daughter? That’s so awesome!”
Tan Zhu nodded, her peach blossom eyes lowered, and she said softly with a smile, “This isn’t something very strange. He never acknowledged me as his daughter, and my real parents passed away a hundred years ago.”
Shen Yuyin tilted her head and said, “Alright then. I had originally thought that Fourth Senior Sister could have intervened in this matter.”
Tan Zhu shook her head: “I don’t have that much ability; I can’t handle this matter.”
“But you still managed it!”
Shen Yuyin smiled, and then looked at Tan Zhu: “I was wondering why Fourth Senior Sister knew so clearly. It turns out that Fourth Senior Sister has some connection with Emperor Fengdu. But please don’t mind my blunt words, Fourth Senior Sister. Emperor Fengdu doesn’t seem like a good person; I dislike him.”
Tan Zhu said: “I also detest…”
Before she finished speaking, she felt a chill all around, as if the entire world had been Ice Sealed.
Tan Zhu looked up and saw Ming Zhaoshuang in mid-air, already drenched in sweat. Her black hair stuck to her fair face, and sweat trickled down like rolling white pearls.
And at that moment, she seemed to have not wounded Ming Zhu at all, just like before, yet there seemed to be a difference.
The spiritual power around her had changed.
Ming Zhu stood with his hands behind his back, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes: “You’ve broken through to Mid Nascent Soul. Do you want to continue?”
Ming Zhaoshuang nodded without hesitation: “Please guide me, Senior!”
Ming Zhu chuckled twice and shook his head: “I don’t like the title of Senior. If you wish to respect me, you may simply call me by my name.”
Ming Zhaoshuang hesitated: “Won’t this offend you?”
Ming Zhu said: “Since I’ve brought it up myself, how could it be an offense? Also, I don’t like the pronoun ‘you’ either. Just treat me as an ordinary Fellow Daoist.”
Ming Zhaoshuang was still a bit puzzled, always feeling that Ming Zhu treated her exceptionally well, but she didn’t know why.
Fortunately, she wasn’t one to hesitate, so she directly said, “Fellow Daoist Ming Zhu, please guide me!”
“Okay.”
Ming Zhu responded softly and once again drew his sword, facing Ming Zhaoshuang.
Ming Zhaoshuang did not hesitate either and once again used that move, Primordial Beginning of the Great Void Chaos Without Limit, towards Ming Zhu, not paying the slightest attention to how the gazes of those below had changed.
Tan Zhu: “Little Eleventh’s previous sword moves didn’t seem this powerful?”
Shen Yuyin’s lips twitched: “I only looked away for a moment, and how did she break through to Mid Nascent Soul? No, no! I need to cultivate too; I can’t let her surpass me!”
Xingyun: “Her sword moves seem to get stronger with every swing. Although it’s not very noticeable in a short period, over a long time, it seems to accumulate quite a lot.”
Liushui was about to cry: “What’s there to evaluate? At the Nascent Soul stage, she’s created her own sword technique, while we’re still practicing a tattered High Earth Rank sword technique at the Void Refining stage!”
He believed it this time. The Ming Ye Sect that Ming Zhaoshuang spoke of only accepted Heavenly Prodigies.
These guys are all monsters. Talisman and Sword Dual Cultivation is one thing, casually drawing High-Grade Heaven Grade formations is another, and on top of that, she even created such a powerful sword technique. Who can compete with this?
“I want to cultivate, I want to cultivate,” Liushui muttered for a while and quickly returned to his cultivation state.
He wanted to work hard in secret and amaze everyone!
