Chapter 345

Chapter 345: Let Them Be Buried with Me (4000 words)

Qingwan and Wu were locked in an intense battle with the two Xiānpǐn weapons.

Both of them wanted to give Ming the best, offering these divine weapons to him.

As for whether these weapons would ultimately recognize Ming as their master wasn’t important. If Ming obtained these divine weapons, he could exchange them for anything later without issue.

But clearly, both Wu and Qingwan had underestimated the power of these divine weapons.

Even though the rules of this small world within the Rootless Mystic Realm severely suppressed the abilities of these divine weapons,

they still found it incredibly challenging.

Yet neither Qingwan nor Wu was willing to back down.

It wasn’t just about giving Ming the best anymore; they also wanted to prove they weren’t inferior to each other, that they could outdo one another.

Otherwise, how could they qualify as the chief wife?

These divine weapons were astonished by the strength of Wu and Qingwan. Their eyes even revealed admiration.

There’s no denying that these two women were far superior to others, whether in willpower or realm.

In their view, these two women indeed had the qualifications to be their masters.

However, these divine weapons believed they weren’t ordinary ones. Even if the world was about to end, they couldn’t lower their standards.

Thus, they decided to give Qingwan and Wu more rigorous tests.

If they passed, the weapons would go with them. If not, they’d die here, with no mercy shown.

“Ming, is Wu and Qingwan alright? I feel like they’re acting like they’re competing,” Shixin said, tugging at Ming’s sleeve.

“Don’t worry, they’re fine…” Ming replied, but as he spoke, doubts crept into his mind. “They should be…”

“Roar!”

The spirits of the divine weapons roared.

Then, their forms gradually dispersed, revealing their true bodies.

One was a fly whisk, the other a pair of gloves.

When Ming saw their true forms, he was momentarily stunned.

Qingwan, being a Taoist, naturally preferred the fly whisk as her Dharma instrument.

And Yanhan, being a martial artist, relied on her fists. Swords and knives were useless for martial artists.

What mattered were armors that could significantly enhance defense during battles.

Most armor instruments required Martial True Qi to drive, maximizing their effectiveness.

Of course, it wasn’t impossible to use Spiritual Energy, but doing so would deplete it rapidly.

Regular cultivators wouldn’t wear armor due to inconvenience and lack of stamina.

Martial artists, however, had abundant True Qi and vitality to support such equipment.

That’s why you rarely see cultivators wearing armor, preferring lighter robes designed specifically for them.

As for the difference between armor and robes? Ask the Mohist cultivators or some Gongshu sect members.

Besides armor, items like knuckle dusters could greatly enhance a martial artist’s destructive power.

Martial artists’ weapons aimed to amplify the power of their fists.

This divine glove seemed extraordinary, perfectly suited for Yanhan.

Ming couldn’t help but wonder if this was fate, or if these divine instruments were destined for these two chosen ones.

Above, when the spirits revealed themselves fully, they unleashed their full strength under the constraints of the Rootless Mystic Realm.

The gloves attacked Yanhan relentlessly like a martial artist.

Yanhan smirked coldly, showing no sign of retreating.

With her innate pride as a martial deity and unmatched talent in boxing, she only knew one way forward.

If someone punched her, running away wasn’t an option—it wouldn’t be Yanhan otherwise.

Her fists met the divine weapon head-on.

The clash sent shockwaves of Spiritual Energy and Martial True Qi scattering violently, making it hard for others to breathe.

On the other side, the fly whisk cast spell after spell, dazzling and varied.

Qingwan countered with her own spells.

Their styles were completely different.

Their battle drew much attention. Before them, many had tried to subdue these divine weapons but perished within ten rounds.

Now, these two women fought over a hundred rounds, evenly matched.

Witnesses swallowed nervously, wondering where these powerful cultivators came from, especially the female martial artist.

They’d faced many martial artists before, but never one so ferocious. They doubted they could withstand a single punch.

Many spirits and cultivators kept their distance, fearing collateral damage.

As the battle intensified above, bells tolled throughout the Rootless Mystic Realm.

People looked up to see cracks spreading across the sky, like a delicate porcelain vase about to shatter.

Volcanoes erupted below, animals and beasts fled aimlessly.

The world felt unsafe everywhere, driving them to flee desperately.

Birds flew restlessly, boulders rolled down mountains, collapsing them and burying countless creatures beneath.

Ming glanced down to see the ice lake beneath cracking, fish leaping and falling.

Chaos reigned throughout the Rootless Mystic Realm.

Everyone sensed the laws of the world were breaking down.

Cultivators everywhere realized the Rootless Mystic Realm’s time was up, disintegrating gradually.

But there was no need for panic since death often came with life.

Sure enough, amidst the chaos, twisted gates appeared in the sky, leading to different exits.

Some cultivators who already obtained treasures seized the chance to leave.

Unfortunately,

fire rain poured down from the sky,

and fierce Sword Qi emerged from the heavens.

Any cultivator touched by the fire turned to ash, unable to extinguish the Chaos Fire.

Sword Qi tore through the skies, shredding cultivators into pieces.

Illusions of divine and fearsome beasts descended, attacking indiscriminately.

Qingwan and Yanhan continued battling the divine weapons.

Ming thought it might take too long for them to finish, possibly until the world ended.

“Shixin, stay close. We’re leaving,” Ming said.

“Unh…,” Shixin nodded.

Ming took out his sword and flew toward an exit.

“Yanhan, Qingwan, I appreciate your intentions, but now isn’t the time. We must leave.”

Both felt they were close to subduing the spirits, reluctant to stop.

But they knew if they lingered, they might not escape.

“Give us a little more time,” they said simultaneously.

Yanhan exhaled deeply and charged forward, her Martial True Qi growing stronger with each step.

The spirit transformed back into its original form.

“Hoowww!”

With a roar, the qilin charged like a wild horse, eager to settle this quickly.

Yanhan and the qilin closed in, like red and white thunder colliding.

Reaching the qilin, Yanhan’s Martial True Qi surged, distorting the air around her.

Stopping suddenly, she raised her strong, well-toned leg behind her.

Space shattered before her foot, fragments drifting like snowflakes.

Wushen Kick! Her strongest move, containing all her power—if it failed, she’d die here.

“BOOM!”

Her foot met the qilin’s horn, space rippling and tearing apart.

Meanwhile, Qingwan finished her incantation, silver chains descending from the sky.

These Celestial Chains bound the jin’ao’s neck and limbs tightly.

Though struggling fiercely, it couldn’t break free.

It seemed Qingwan had the upper hand.

Actually, it was a battle of offense versus defense.

She couldn’t maintain the spell forever.

A black orb formed on the jin’ao’s head, resembling a Tailed Beast Ball.

When her spell waned, the jin’ao would unleash its ultimate attack!

“Pathetic turtle!” Qingwan scoffed, yanking the five chains binding the jin’ao, snapping its limbs and head swiftly.

Beside her, Yanhan’s Wushen Kick transformed the spirit back into gloves.

Both divine weapons became streaks of light, landing in their hands.

Ming sighed in relief, having almost intervened.

Yanhan and Qingwan followed Ming.

Sword Qi and Celestial Fire rained down, but Ming’s sword cut a path through.

Shixin chanted defensive Dharma Decrees, golden barriers protecting them from all harm.

Ming led them into the twisted gate.

They felt disoriented, entering a void-like space.

But Ming instinctively knew which way to go.

Soon, a bright light appeared before them.

As Ming prepared to exit, a giant hand reached for him.

“Monk, I’ll have some people buried with me. These ones will do.”

A solemn voice echoed in their ears.