Chapter 0050

Chapter 50: Wreck the Ship, Break the Will

Zhou Tong spoke in a calm voice: “This is your first and only warning. Move your ship.” The people on the other vessel heard him clearly, yet they ignored him.

His tone hardened as he gave a second warning: “Move aside, or face the consequences.” The faces across the water showed open scorn.

Their leader looked down from the high deck with a sneer and mocked: “Who do you think you are to command us?”

Dozens of young men and women leaned out over the rails two by two, acting bold and shameless as if they owned the sky.

The lead youth stared at Zhou Tong’s group with playful contempt, making it clear he was the one in charge: “The woman by your side looks nice. How about a trade?”

His greedy gaze swept across Mu Rong Ya and the others, full of raw possessiveness, while the Unbridled Passion Sect’s sect master stood by watching and made no move to stop him.

Long Ling Yun drew her sword, and the little demoness’s face turned storm-dark as both readied themselves to act.

Zhou Tong only smiled; he would never give a third chance. He gripped the command token and pushed Red Dust to its limit.

With a world-shaking roar, the sound rolled across the clouds. Cries broke out on the other ship.

Several disciples shouted in panic: “They are crazy. They mean to ram us!”

The lead youth curled his lip and bluffed: “Don’t be scared. They are just putting on a show. I want to see if they really dare.”

His words had barely fallen when his warship boomed from below, and a brutal shudder ran through the hull.

The Unbridled Passion Sect’s sect master on the second ship went pale and gasped: “Madmen!” She had never imagined Zhou Tong’s side would go this far. [Are they truly not afraid of death?]

She found out why a heartbeat later. Red Dust cut into the enemy hull like a red-hot blade slicing through butter, shearing the ship clean in half while Red Dust herself stayed untouched.

The sect master stared in disbelief and choked out: “How is this possible?” Their flying ship was no paper toy, yet before Red Dust it shattered like trash. [What kind of monster is that ship? And what kind of monster built it?]

As the broken craft fell, dozens of Unbridled Passion Sect disciples flailed through open air like dumplings dropped into a pot. The lead youth’s confidence vanished, leaving only terror.

The little demoness snorted and taunted: “A bunch of useless things. You can’t even stay airborne. You might as well go reincarnate.”

Face twisted with shame and rage, the sect master reached out and scooped all her disciples back with a single sweeping grab.

She trembled as she looked at the wreckage and snapped: “You bully too much!” She could not understand when Mu Rong Ya had grown so fierce.

Gnashing her teeth as Red Dust pulled away, she gave the order: “Chase them. I will settle this.”

Her ship roared like a beast and surged after Red Dust.

Zhou Tong’s voice rang out from Red Dust again, steady and cold: “First warning. If you come within thirty zhang of us, we will destroy you.”

The Unbridled Passion Sect disciples paled and slowed at once. None of them wanted their last ship turned into splinters.

Zhou Tong nodded and said with open contempt: “You do know when to quit. Looks like teaching you with strength works. Once is enough.”

Those words were a slap. Faces across the way flushed red with shame and fury.

The sect master barked back: “Arrogant! Let me see what you really have.” She stepped into the air, landed on Red Dust’s deck in one flash, and faced the four of them.

She greeted with a thin smile: “Mu Rong Ya, long time no see.”

Mu Rong Ya met her with ice in her eyes: “Lian Han Xing, who gave you the nerve to stand in front of me?”

Zhou Tong glanced over and learned her name: Lian Han Xing. [Fitting name.]

Lian Han Xing’s tone turned cutting as she prodded for a weak spot: “What are you so proud of? I heard the Joyous Union Sect fell to ruin under you. If our late master has any spirit left, she must regret her choice.”

Mu Rong Ya answered with calm steel: “Master should be thankful. If she had passed the sect to you, the Joyous Union Sect would have turned rotten long ago. She would not rest easy, even in death.”

That line struck straight through Lian Han Xing’s guard.

She snapped with a nasty laugh: “Don’t act like some chaste saint. You have had your fun with men these years. Let me show everyone your true face.”

Her brow split, and a vertical eye opened wide, fixing on Mu Rong Ya. After a few breaths, shock filled her features.

She stammered: “Impossible. You are over a hundred and still untouched. How can you bear it?” She swung that eye toward Long Ling Yun and the little demoness and got the same result.

She raged like a cornered cat: “No. This cannot be real. With you like this, you dare call yourselves the Joyous Union Sect!”

On the path of cultivation, only those who can master themselves go far. The Joyous Union Heavenly Art walks the way of yin and yang, yet it demands restraint; wanton indulgence ruins the foundation. Their late master had taught this again and again. Lian Han Xing had long thrown that lesson away. Only Mu Rong Ya kept it with her whole heart.

Thinking of that, Lian Han Xing burned with fury: “You put on that good-student act for who? That old geezer is dead. Do you want her to crawl out of the grave and praise you one more time?”

Mu Rong Ya’s look held a cool pity as she said: “You are jealous.”

Lian Han Xing barked a wild laugh: “Jealous? Me? What a joke. I never cared for that old woman’s praise. She never liked me anyway. It was all because of you.”

Her gaze slid to Zhou Tong, and her voice went soft and syrupy: “I see now. No man wants you, so you can only stay single. Or maybe this brat cannot satisfy the three of you.”

Mu Rong Ya stepped in front of Zhou Tong and snapped: “Shut up. Get off this ship.”

Lian Han Xing’s lips curled as she purred: “So anxious. I must have hit a nerve. Then let me stir this brat’s desire.” She flowed with secret art and whispered the names of her charms: “Silken Phantasm. Soul Hooking Enchantment.”