Chapter 0068

Chapter 68: The Whip That Strikes Mo Liu Su

Lian Han Xing’s eyes flashed with danger as she snapped: “Scum!” She had never imagined Mo Liu Su could be this shameless.

Even now, Mo Liu Su’s heart still favored Tang Qi most, placing him above Zhou Tong; Lian Han Xing thought to herself: [Zhou Tong does not deserve this.]

Mo Liu Su pressed her advantage, her voice cold as she tried to break him: “What are you still hesitating about? Do you really want to be a slave here for life, or suffer torture until you die?”

After a short silence, the color in “Zhou Tong’s” eyes dimmed further, as if he had accepted his fate, and he said heavily: “I agree.”

Mo Liu Su’s eyes lit up as if hearing the sweetest song, and she crooned: “I knew you were a good child who would not disappoint your teacher. But there is one more matter.” Her tone sank, full of pressure, as she added: “You need to tear up the sever-and-break contract yourself.”

“Zhou Tong” jerked his head up, staring at her in disbelief, but Mo Liu Su said smoothly: “You must understand: if your teacher suffers contract backlash, no one will be left to protect you. Besides, you are still young, and your cultivation has been abolished. A little hardship will not break you. When we go back, I will repay you double.”

Mu Rong Ya could not hold back anymore. Even knowing this was part of a plan, her anger burst out as she shouted: “Beast, is that even human talk!”

Mo Liu Su finally felt tall again and looked down at her with pride, saying: “Stray dog, what right do you have to judge me?”

“Fine, I hope you do not break your word,” said “Zhou Tong.” He pulled out the forged contract and tore it to pieces in front of her. Right after, his face turned deathly pale. A mouthful of blood sprayed out, and his already weak aura grew even smaller.

Mo Liu Su clapped lightly, eyes bright with excitement and a strong hunger to control as she asked: “Good, good, good… truly my good disciple. Tell me this: the day you talked back to your teacher and left the sect, do you regret it?”

She wanted “Zhou Tong” to deny everything he had once stood for. If he nodded, it would mean full surrender, throwing away dignity and freedom and becoming her plaything.

Murderous intent spilled from Mu Rong Ya. She had known Mo Liu Su was vile, yet she was still shocked at how low Mo Liu Su would go.

“I was not wrong,” “Zhou Tong” said, firm as iron, and Mo Liu Su’s face turned dark at once.

“You are being disobedient. It seems you need a few more days here to reflect,” she said with a mocking curl at her lips as she turned to leave, sure he would beg.

But she miscalculated. She walked almost twenty yards and still heard no plea. Anger flared and she spun back, demanding: “I will ask one last time, do you regret it?”

“Not at all,” Lian Han Xing answered, just as firm. At the same time, she gently touched the red cord on her left wrist. It was an item left by the real Zhou Tong; once activated, it could suppress the token at Mo Liu Su’s neck and force her Calamity to erupt. Lian Han Xing thought: [I did not expect to use this so soon.]

Mo Liu Su had not noticed and was about to strike, cold air rolling off her. Suddenly, a stabbing pain exploded in her mind. She screamed: “Ah… ah… ah!” She did not last even a blink. She crashed to the ground, clutching her head as her whole body convulsed.

“Serves you right,” Mu Rong Ya said, clapping with glee.

“No… my Calamity is flaring. Why did the token fail? Could it be… because of him!” Mo Liu Su stared at the nearby “Zhou Tong.” A moment ago she had looked down on him. Now, flattened on the ground, she could only look up.

Struggling to speak, she forced out: “Let us set this aside. Your teacher will not pursue it. You come with me.”

“You can stop, but I will not,” “Zhou Tong” replied coldly, pressing the advantage. “Answer me this: when you let others frame me back then, do you admit fault?”

“You…” Mo Liu Su’s face changed wildly. She had not expected “Zhou Tong” to threaten her while she was down. To her, admitting wrong was worse than death. Yet the backlash of the Calamity was even more painful than admitting fault. She could not withstand even a second more.

“Fine… then it was your teacher’s fault. I apologize, and I promise it will not happen again,” she ground out. At once, the wooden bead on her chest lit up, and the pain vanished.

Breathing hard, soaked in sweat, she trembled slightly. That pain had almost drained her completely.

“Since the matter is settled, I will take you away now,” Mo Liu Su said after a deep breath, though a trace of displeasure flickered in her eyes as she looked at “Zhou Tong.”

Meanwhile, Lian Han Xing was delighted, her fingers stroking the red cord as she thought: [What a perfect whip. It makes beasts behave.] She glanced toward “Zhou Tong” and promised softly: “Just wait, little brother. Sister will make those who targeted you pay a heavy price.”

Mo Liu Su gave Mu Rong Ya a smug look, then took Lian Han Xing and left.

Mu Rong Ya snorted under her breath, muttering: “Poor thing. Taking away this real demoness… you will suffer for it later.”

Long Ling Yun looked around after the act had played out and asked, puzzled: “The play is over. Why has senior brother still not come out?” She waited about an hour, but there was still no sign of Zhou Tong.

Someone answered with a frown: “He was invited away by Zhao Wu Tian. It seemed to be something very important.”

Ling Xiao Empire, State Preceptor’s Residence, underground.

The real Zhou Tong had accepted Zhao Wu Tian’s invitation and arrived here. It was a vast underground world.

Zhou Tong let his spirit sense flow, then nodded with a small smile as he said: “As expected of the State Preceptor. Such grand work. Truly the ambition of a warlord.” He sensed this underworld spread everywhere, wide enough to cover the entire Imperial Capital. It was also the base of a formation designed to carry the Life Extinguishing Desolation Array. Judging from the layout, it had taken at least thirty years to build.

Zhao Wu Tian, shameless yet respectful, replied: “You flatter me, Guest Elder. Those who accomplish great things must endure loneliness and set aside their conscience. I asked you here to consult on how to perfect the array. Please, do not hold back your guidance.”

“You know this is difficult,” Zhou Tong said, brow furrowing.

“I was presumptuous, so I prepared a gift. I believe you will like it,” Zhao Wu Tian said.

Zhou Tong’s gaze narrowed as he asked, calm but sharp: “Oh? Do you also have a treasure on par with the Formless Exquisite Pearl?”

“It is hard to say. Please allow me to show you,” Zhao Wu Tian said. He clapped his hands. A secret door slid open, and what lay inside made Zhou Tong’s pupils tighten.

It was a great crystal of Mystic Ice. Inside, a pitiful girl was sealed, clear as day.

It was the eldest senior sister, Zhang Chu Qiao.