Chapter 0011

Chapter 11: Master: Being Bullied by You Is No Big Deal

The little demoness, red faced and angry, snapped from the side as she said: “Are you two done? It’s just dual cultivation. Do you need all this fuss?”

Zhou Tong was bare chested while Mu Rong Ya pressed both hands to his back, sending threads of red spiritual energy into him.

A rhythm pounded from within him: “Thump, thump, thump…” Blood red lines surfaced across his skin like chains and converged over his heart.

Zhou Tong opened his eyes in a flash as he said: “This is the Joyous Union Lock from the bedchamber arts.”

Mu Rong Ya nodded and began to explain as she said: “Yes. The Joyous Union Lock can command everything. If one’s spirit is strong enough, it can even command the Heavenly Dao… uh!”

Her aura changed in an instant.

The little demoness cried out as she said: “Not good. Master’s Jade Devil Body is acting up.” The Jade Devil Body was a special state of the Joyous Union Heavenly Art. Entering it was extremely dangerous.

Zhou Tong tried to steady her as he said: “Master, calm yourself.”

Mu Rong Ya bit down and forced herself to hold on as she said: “Quick, use the Joyous Union Lock. Lock me. Hurry.”

Seeing her wrestle herself into control, Zhou Tong clenched his teeth and decided. He gathered his will and shouted inside: “Joyous Union Lock, reverse and counter.”

In a blink, the roles switched. The chains wrapped Mu Rong Ya and then sank into her body.

“Uh…” In that moment, Zhou Tong felt her life’s rhythm clearly. He could even sense her heartbeat with ease. He urged the lock, and soon Mu Rong Ya’s breathing smoothed.

Her voice softened into a murmur as she said: “Little one…”

Zhou Tong dipped his head as he said: “Master, I’m sorry about the Joyous Union Lock.”

She waved it off with a steady look as she said: “It’s fine. It was an emergency. Like this… it is still acceptable.”

Her eyes slid to Zhou Tong’s chest, where sweat beaded on firm muscle. She swallowed, a spark flashing in her gaze, and her body loosened as she fell straight into his arms with a small cry as she said: “Ah.”

The touch seemed to satisfy some corner of her heart. [When have I ever enjoyed something this nice?] Zhou Tong’s pulse sped up. At the same time, his body changed again. His cultivation surged. From the Innate Ninth Layer he broke through into the Soul Division realm, then kept rising until he reached the Soul Division Ninth Layer. The bedchamber arts were terrifying.

Zhou Tong steadied his mind and warned her as he said: “Master, please respect yourself.”

Jolted by his reminder, Mu Rong Ya pushed up, reluctant to leave the warmth. She looked him over one last time and waved as she said: “I’m tired. Yue’er, take the little one to choose a cave dwelling.”

She was flushed, eyes like silk, sweat shining on her skin. The little demoness pouted and tugged Zhou Tong away as she said: “Come with me, you bad egg.”

The next instant, Mu Rong Ya’s pretty face turned bright red. She lowered her head and scolded herself under her breath as she said: “Shameless minx.”

Zhou Tong looked over the quiet valley and nodded in approval as he said: “Good. I like it here.” His cave would be called Red Dust Cave.

The little demoness smiled in a way that promised trouble as she said: “I like it too. No one around. Perfect place to teach a certain bad egg a lesson.”

She struck without warning.

“Hey, hey!” Zhou Tong’s face changed. He had not expected her to ignore all honor and sneak attack him.

He protested with a frown as he said: “Bullying me when I’m not at peak is going too far.”

She snapped back as she said: “Too far? You still dare say that? At the Hundred Sects Tournament you abandoned me and ran off to save that useless senior sister of yours. Did you think I forgot?”

Zhou Tong rubbed his brow. Back then he had been foolish. Now that the little demoness dug up the past, he had no excuse. He tried a weak laugh as he said: “I thought you had let it go.”

She burst into laughter, shoulders shaking, and teased as she said: “Do you misunderstand me? What do people call me… demoness. Do you think I’m some broad minded saint?”

Zhou Tong hesitated, eyes flicking as her chest bounced with her giggles, a sight that made blood run hot. He couldn’t resist the joke as he said: “Hard to say. At least from the outside… your chest does look quite ample.”

The little demoness blinked, then excitement and mischief flashed in her eyes as she said: “Oh? How did I never notice? You’re a shy little pervert after all. Watch me stuff my foot in your mouth.”

Her offense tightened. Her slender jade leg swung with real force, sweeping the air with a sweet fragrance straight toward Zhou Tong’s face.

Zhou Tong fought back and pleaded as he said: “Stop. I don’t have that kind of kink.”

She vowed with a grin as she said: “You will. I swear it.” She not only wanted to settle the debt of past bullying, she meant to pre charge the debt for any bullying he might dare in the future.

Zhou Tong narrowed his eyes as he said: “You’re forcing me.”

In a heartbeat, his aura changed. His black hair turned white, his presence soaring.

The little demoness paled as she said: “You…” This was the fourth layer of the Joyous Union Heavenly Art, the Jade Devil Body. Zhou Tong had mastered it in one leap.

He flashed a wicked smile as he said: “Don’t look down on people, beauty.” The Joyous Union Lock snapped out, caught her sweeping leg, and lifted it high.

She gasped and cried out as he pressed her to the wall. Their bodies were close, breaths mixing, and both faces reddened.

She turned her eyes away and tried to sound firm as she said: “Let me go.”

Zhou Tong’s playful side woke as he said: “The world isn’t that nice. You chose when to start. Of course I’ll choose when to stop.”

He gripped her ankle with one hand, touched the sole with the other, and began to tickle.

She sucked in a cold breath and squealed as she said: “Yah. You bad egg. I won’t forgive you.”

Zhou Tong, however, admired the small work of art in his hand. Her foot was delicate and fair as jade. Five cute toes curled from nerves like round buds and gave off a faint sweet scent. Most eye catching of all, a red string circled her ankle with two small golden bells. When they shook, they chimed clear and bright, sending ripples through the heart.

He teased with a half serious tone as he said: “Demoness, you go barefoot all the time. Aren’t you worried about a smell?”

She froze as if struck and then blushed hard. Her voice turned huffy as she said: “Nonsense. It’s fragrant. I soaked them in Heavenly Fragrance petals. If you don’t believe me, taste for yourself.”

Right then, a streak of light drew across the sky and stopped between them. It held a Message Jade Slip and, by chance, broke their posture apart.

The little demoness’ look sharpened as she said: “Feathered Stream of Light.” It was a method for sending news, a sect speaking to the world.

She opened it and smiled in amusement as she said: “Your old master is taking Tang Qi as a personal disciple and invites the talents of all sects to attend in three days. How thoughtful. She even remembered to send us an invite.”

She shot Zhou Tong a sideways glance and joked as she said: “All for your vinegar, she cooked up a whole plate of dumplings. That old woman is pretty funny.”

Zhou Tong curled his lip as he said: “Boring.”

She asked with a tilt of her head as she said: “You’re not going?”

He took the invitation, face calm as still water, and answered as he said: “If I don’t go, won’t that look like I’m afraid of them?”

The little demoness nodded in satisfaction as she said: “That’s right. You’re the future pillar of the Joyous Union Sect. How could you fear that bunch of nobodies? It’s perfect, too. I need to settle things with Chen Ling’er, that vile woman. New and old grudges together.”

Three days flashed by.

At Primal Heaven Earth Mountain of the Jade Purity Sect, the place boiled with voices. Geniuses from all sects and clans gathered. Countless youths craned their necks to see what kind of talent could make the Jade Purity Sect give up Zhou Tong.

On the high stage, Tang Qi looked down and felt his heart surge. This was the scene he had dreamed of, and now it had arrived. There was no place for Zhou Tong here anymore.

He glanced up at Mo Liu Su with a well behaved look as he asked: “Master, do you think senior brother will come today?”

Before Mo Liu Su could answer, Chen Ling’er spoke first with a cold snort as she said: “He’ll come. That traitor is just playing hard to get. Let’s see how long he can hold out.”