Chapter 0058

Chapter 58: Honored Guest… Wash My Feet!

The young man’s name was Mo Ya, and the moment he saw the portrait, he showed open disdain, saying: “It’s just a boy. Sect Master actually wants me to take action. Isn’t that making a fuss over nothing?”

He gave off a strong, unshakable confidence and ranked Zhou Tong among the ants.

Zhao Wu Tian did not explain that Zhou Tong might be hiding his true cultivation. To him, Mo Ya was only a chess piece, just right for testing Zhou Tong.

The barrier to the Transcendent is hard to cross. If Zhou Tong was truly at the Unity Heart Realm, he could not be a match for the Heaven-Slaying Realm. But if Zhou Tong could defeat Mo Ya, then it would prove he was only pretending to be weak. He would be a terrifying expert, one to befriend, not to make into an enemy.

“I want you to kill him in front of a crowd, before everyone’s eyes,” Zhao Wu Tian said with a vicious smile. Publicly assassinating the honored guest would slap the Empress in the face. In recent years, Qian Miao Yu had treated him less and less seriously. Even if the attempt failed, it did not matter. No one knew Mo Ya, so the trail would not lead back to him.

“Honored guest, We cannot sleep. Keep watch for Us tonight,” came the late-night summons.

It was already deep into the night when Zhou Tong was called to the Empress’s bedchamber. Hearing this, his eyes widened: “That’s it?”

“We have not slept well for months. Every time We close Our eyes, nightmares cling to Us,” Qian Miao Yu said as she lay on her side on the bed, looking utterly exhausted. She did not tell Zhou Tong that her nightmares came from him.

At once, attendants brought in a luxurious seat. It looked less like a chair and more like a small bed, its style no worse than the dragon bed itself.

Zhou Tong’s brow twitched. [Is she asking me to keep watch, or to keep her company?]

“Then I will personally refine a Grade Seven Calming Pill for Your Majesty, and it will surely cure the problem,” he said.

As he spoke, Zhou Tong had the pill furnace and herbs brought in and immediately went to work.

“Worthy of an Innate Supreme,” Qian Miao Yu said, watching his skilled hands, “master of a thousand paths is not just talk. We have finally seen it with Our own eyes.”

For some reason, the long-lost drowsiness surged up at this moment. Her eyelids kept fluttering closed.

“Honored guest, can you say that line again, the promise you once made to Us?” she asked softly.

“This is easy,” Zhou Tong said, lifting his eyes to meet hers: “We are allies now. As long as you do not choose to be my enemy, we will never harm you.”

Qian Miao Yu smiled. The sleepiness felt deep and heavy. Tonight, she would finally have a good dream.

Moments later, the pill formed. A Grade Seven pill was born, and Lightning Tribulation descended.

“Disperse,” Zhou Tong said as he glanced up. Using the No-Mind Realm to drive the Heaven Dome Divine Words, he dissolved the thunder into nothingness.

“Your Majesty, it is time to take the medicine. Your Majesty, Your Majesty…”

“Heh… it seems I worked for nothing. Isn’t she sleeping peacefully already?” Zhou Tong said with a helpless smile, the spirit pill in his hand.

At this moment, Qian Miao Yu was sleeping boldly and soundly. Her two long, smooth, snow-white legs hugged the brocade quilt tightly. She held the pillow in her arms and sometimes rubbed her cheek against it, like she was acting spoiled to someone in her dream. Even worse, because she did not sleep honestly, her loose night robe had fallen open, showing a bright stretch of white cleavage, dazzling enough to tempt someone into sin.

[Looks like she’s fine now,] Zhou Tong thought with relief. He set the pill aside, took out the sword manual of the Sixfold World Breaking Sword, and began to study it carefully.

For a strong cultivator at the No-Mind Realm, this was unnecessary, and the manual was one he himself had created and knew by heart. But Zhou Tong kept his habit from his past life. He knew the peak of the martial path could only be reached through tireless diligence.

Practice a sword a thousand times, and its meaning reveals itself. The road of the strong never ends.

The Sixfold World Breaking Sword had six moves, tied to the four directions and the powers of nature. The South Sword was fire and focused on defense. The North Sword was lightning and focused on weakening. The East Sword was wood and focused on life force. The West Sword was metal and focused on killing.

Besides these were the Heaven and Earth Swords. The Earth Sword was the Nether Sword, which could bind a slain person’s essence, energy, and spirit into the blade and force them to serve as battle slaves. The Heavenly Sword was the sword of charging power, the strongest strike. It stored sword force inside the blade and then released it all at once, exploding with many times the normal power. This was the move that could kill across realms.

To use the Heavenly Sword, one had to first forge the sword. For Zhou Tong, that was easy. He himself was the strongest sword under heaven and earth.

He stood still as a powerful sword force burst from his body. It did not leak away; instead it gathered at his left palm.

“Hiss…” Zhou Tong drew in a cold breath. The pain was fierce, like the hand was being scooped out and its blood and bones crushed to dust. But he endured without a sound. His face did not change.

“Boom!”

After an unknown time, a rumble sounded in his heart. The forging was complete. Now it felt like a space had opened in his palm. The sword force rushed in like a mud cow entering the sea and could not be filled for a long while.

“Good,” Zhou Tong murmured. Even with his level of sword force, it would take a full hour to charge. If it were Long Ling Yun, it would take three days and three nights. When this move was unleashed, only one word fit: terrifying.

Before he noticed it, the night had passed and the east was turning pale. Zhou Tong rose to leave, but on the bed Qian Miao Yu stirred.

“Honored guest… honored guest…” she said, frowning and repeating the words like she was trapped in a nightmare.

“So it still isn’t enough?” Zhou Tong said, shaking his head. His spiritual power surged as he prepared to force his way into her dream.