Chapter 0049

Chapter 49: What Level Dares Play Bumper Boats With Me

Far away, Zhou Tong chuckled to himself: “I thought I hooked a big fish, but it turned out to be harmless. Fine, I’ll keep her. She might be useful later.”

The little demoness noticed and tilted her head: “What are you laughing at?”

Zhou Tong smiled: “Nothing, just remembered something funny.”

Riding wind and cloud, they rushed day and night. They had left the Three Pure Domain and were about to enter the Heavenly Dao Domain.

Zhou Tong squeezed the little demoness’s hand, making her flinch. Before she could speak, a cool weight appeared on the ring finger of her left hand.

She blinked at the gleam and whispered: “A signet ring?”

Zhou Tong corrected her with a faint cough: “It’s a token,” but he saw her grin growing proud.

Mu Rong Ya studied the radiant ring, stars dancing in her eyes as she teased: “It’s much better than that ugly woman’s, isn’t it?”

Just then, Long Ling Yun called out a warning from the stern: “Master, two warships are closing from the rear. They look like people from the Unbridled Passion Sect.”

Mu Rong Ya’s brows shot up and a fierce aura flared around her: “We have more than a grudge. It’s hatred to the death.”

She gritted her teeth and explained: “The sect master of the Unbridled Passion Sect used to be my senior sister. She refused to accept that our master passed the sect master’s seat to me, so she took half of the Joyous Union Sect’s foundation and defected. When our master learned of it, she vomited blood and died. From then on, I became extreme and planted the seed of a heart devil.”

Zhou Tong curled his lip: “So she’s a wolf-hearted traitor. Then they practice the Joyous Union Heavenly Art too?”

Mu Rong Ya shook her head: “They don’t qualify. Only the rightful sect master receives the full inheritance and can teach disciples. Those people learned only the first layer, and they took it to an extreme.”

Zhou Tong drew in a cold breath and thought it through: the first layer of the Joyous Union Heavenly Art was bedroom cultivation, where men and women train together to balance yin and yang. Taken too far, it twists into the vile Plunder Yin Yang Art. Such a path invites disaster, cannot last, and will never reach the true Dao.

The little demoness blinked and asked with honest curiosity: “Does bedroom cultivation really balance yin and yang?”

Long Ling Yun gave her a funny look and teased: “Aren’t you a demoness? How do you not know that?”

The little demoness glared back: “I’m called demoness because I like to torment people, not because I study that stuff. Don’t just pick on me. You learned bedroom arts too. Didn’t you try them out?”

Long Ling Yun coughed and waved it off: “Senior sister, you know me. I love the sword like my life. I’m not interested in romance.”

Mu Rong Ya added with perfect seriousness: “Girl, you know your master. I’ve lived more than a hundred years and I am still… a maiden.”

Her eyes then slid to Zhou Tong, making him squirm. He scratched his cheek and said quickly: “Master, you know me. I used to be, to put it nicely… a simp.”

All three women exhaled at once: “Then we can relax.”

A deafening boom rolled over the waves as the two warships from the Unbridled Passion Sect surged forward and flanked the Red Dust on both sides.

A lazy, flirty voice drifted across the gap as Zhou Tong looked up to see a brazenly dressed woman: “Oh my, isn’t this my talented junior sister? Decades apart and you’re down to one tiny boat?”

The cloth on her body was so little even a beggar would weep in pity. It barely covered the private parts, and when the wind blew, broad stretches of pale skin flashed. Worse, her chest looked like two stuffed melons, quivering wildly with the slightest movement, as if she wanted to show off her bold “assets” to the world.

Mu Rong Ya frowned and gave a crisp order: “Speed up and shake them off.”

“Why the rush?” the woman purred with a mocking smile as she swung one warship broadside to block their path: “It’s been so long, dear sister. Isn’t it nice to catch up?”

Zhou Tong couldn’t help laughing, his eyes cold as he glanced at the hulking ship: “What level do you think you are to play bumper boats with me? Do you even have the strength for that?”