Chapter 0089

Chapter 89: Mu Rong Ya Sneaks In: little one, come cuddle!

In the Imperial Palace, Zhou Tong was once again trapped in a scary Asura field. The little demoness and his senior sister clung to his arms on the left and right, not letting him escape.

With a wicked smile, the little demoness teased: “A spring night is worth a thousand gold. On such a happy day, why isn’t someone with that shy empress, and why did he come here instead?”

The senior sister with the Yin Yang Dao Physique was more direct. She pressed her soft body against Zhou Tong and murmured: “Little brother, if I get this close, will a certain someone get jealous?”

“Hmph, I won’t get jealous,” the little demoness said. But before she finished, the senior sister’s lips were already pressed to Zhou Tong’s cheek.

“Little brother, if I kiss you, a certain someone won’t be mad, right?” the senior sister asked.

“You dare!” the little demoness snapped, eyes wide.

“How scary, she might hit you,” the senior sister said, feigning fear. “Not like me. I only feel sorry for brother.”

Power flared with a boom, igniting the room. “I’ve put up with you long enough,” the little demoness said.

“Same here,” the senior sister said.

“Let’s go fight outside. Same realm. I’m not afraid of you,” the little demoness said.

“Good. It’s time to see who is bigger and who is smaller, and settle this,” the senior sister said.

The two women walked out hand in hand. Zhou Tong finally let out a breath.

“Master, aren’t you going to stop them?” Zhou Tong asked Mu Rong Ya, annoyed.

Mu Rong Ya only smiled brightly. She looked delighted as she said: “Little one, do you know the saying about the snipe and the clam fighting, and the fisherman getting the benefit?”

Zhou Tong shivered. Mu Rong Ya’s eyes turned dreamy, cheeks flushed. She stretched lazily, and even that simple move showed a stunning, soft grace. The air felt warmer, and faces turned red.

The Holy Heart Devil Sovereign stared, eyes round, almost shooting sparks. “Is it happening now, the Humans’ big scene of poetry creation?” she whispered, almost fainting with excitement.

In her last life of studying Humans, she had been captured by their literature. Those fine words were beautiful and full of Dao-like rhythm, a unique legacy no other race had. In her view, Humans had terrifying insight because they had rich and fiery feelings. These feelings crashed together and formed beautiful poems, which passed down and inspired later generations to awaken. The more she studied, the more she loved it, especially Human love poems. She could not resist them. In her understanding, love poems should be born from deep feeling, created during the joining of yin and yang, then written down when the wind and rain have rested. This lovely mood now was the perfect time for making poetry. She did not plan to miss a single detail. [If only I could record this.] She had no image-and-sound Array Arts, but that was fine.

She pulled out paper and a pen. A grand Devil Sovereign was ready at any moment to write a masterpiece for the ages. From now on, Humans would call her the Holy Heart Sage.

“So this is foreplay,” she muttered, hand shaking with the pen. “This really makes it hard to hold back. I still have so much to learn.”

Right then, someone spoiled the mood. Long Ling Yun, flustered and angry, covered the Holy Heart Devil Sovereign’s eyes and scolded: “You’re a kid. Don’t watch things that aren’t for children.”

“Despicable Humans, trying to break my path to enlightenment,” Holy Heart cried as Long Ling Yun dragged her out. “You think you can stop me?”

“What are you doing with paper and pen, drawing? If Master sees, she will kill you,” Long Ling Yun said.

“I’m not drawing. I’m writing poetry,” Holy Heart said.

“You can write poems?” Long Ling Yun asked, stunned. As someone with the Wordless Root of Wisdom, she felt this was a legendary skill.

“Hmph, what’s so strange? As a Human, you should master words,” Holy Heart said, eyes burning with zeal.

“Not always,” Long Ling Yun said. “Even people who can’t read can have a good future.”

“How shallow,” Holy Heart said with a sneer. “Words carry Human inheritance. They are one secret of their strength. If you want to destroy Humans, destroy their writing first. Humans who do not know the beauty of words will be left behind, and their ceiling will always be low.”

Long Ling Yun wanted to cough blood. It was like several knives stabbed into her chest. Suddenly, she remembered what Zhou Tong had told her: the Wordless Root of Wisdom was both a gift of the Heavenly Dao and a shackle. People with it had a high floor, but their ceiling was not surely high. To reach the highest realms, they had to break that inborn shackle. At first she hadn’t cared. The shackle felt too firm, and nothing she tried worked. Today, after hearing this deeper analysis, she finally understood how serious it was.

“Should we go back?” Long Ling Yun asked softly.

“My creative mood is already gone. Even if we go back, I can’t write anything,” Holy Heart said, head down. Long Ling Yun felt full of guilt.

“I know,” Holy Heart said suddenly, eyes lighting up. “The records say that seventy-six years ago, a stone stele fell from the sky near the Ling Xiao Empire’s Imperial Capital. I never had the chance to see it up close before. This is the perfect time. Let’s go have a look.”

“You’re kidding. It has been so long. Even if there was a stele, someone probably moved it,” Long Ling Yun said.

“Who knows? We’re free anyway. If you won’t go, I’ll go alone,” Holy Heart said, and ran off before she finished speaking.

“Wait for me,” Long Ling Yun cried, hurrying after her.

Back in the palace, Mu Rong Ya watched them leave and smiled. “The busybodies finally left,” she said as she opened her arms and coaxed Zhou Tong: “Come cuddle.”

Zhou Tong coughed twice to hide his awkwardness, then slowly leaned in. “Mmm, comfy,” Mu Rong Ya purred like a cat, the sound deep in her throat. She rested against him, rubbing her cheek on him, and could not resist running her fingers through his hair.

“Are you treating me like a pet?” Zhou Tong asked with a helpless look.

“No. This makes me feel calm and helps me press down my heart demon,” Mu Rong Ya said.

Zhou Tong had nothing to say. Her heart demon was very troublesome. He had suppressed it many times, and it rebounded many times. Maybe this simple method really worked.

As he was thinking, Mu Rong Ya’s lips curved in a playful smile. She swung her long, slender legs over and settled them on his. “Little one, it’s been a while. Give your master a foot rub.”

Zhou Tong froze.

“It has been three or four days since we cuddled. Your master has built up a lot of demonic blocks,” she said.

“This…” he began.

“I want it. I want it now,” Mu Rong Ya said as she insisted, pouting like she would not take no for an answer.