Chapter 0090

Chapter 90: If You Want Thrills, See It Through

The most helpless thing for Zhou Tong was this: his stunning master, more than a hundred years old, crying and fussing in front of him as she said she wanted it. He really had no way to refuse.

People saw this woman as cold, elegant, even a little scary. Yet in front of him she could act spoiled without restraint, like a child asking for candy.

He raised both hands in surrender, speaking softly: “Alright, alright… I’ll listen to you.”

At that, Mu Rong Ya let out a pleased little hum and smiled with proud delight, as if she had won a great victory.

Zhou Tong’s face turned red. He carefully lifted a jade-smooth foot, set it in his palms, and let his ten fingers glide with precision. He found each acupoint and began to massage.

His breathing slowed and steadied as he focused his mind, controlling every inch of muscle and blood so his heartbeat would not race and he would not lose his composure. [Staying calm with a beauty in your lap is the hardest thing under heaven.] Even with his willpower, it was hard not to waver. Mu Rong Ya was an absolute beauty. Every part of her was perfect. Any contact with her was a heavy trial on the mind.

She leaned back a little, one hand bracing her body while the other covered her red lips, then said in a bewitching voice full of restraint and pleasure: “Oh… press a bit harder.”

Zhou Tong’s heart trembled. He snuck a look. Her fine brows were knit, her shoulders trembling. Even a beauty losing control had a charm of its own. Without noticing, he pressed a little harder.

Her reaction was sharp, and although she was a peak half-saint expert, her body was surprisingly sensitive. She bit her red lip. Her round, crystal toes curled without thinking. The faintly pink nails glimmered, drawing every eye.

Her voice went weak, soft with a sickly sweetness that stirred a desire to protect, as she whispered: “Little one, I feel a bit hot.”

She tugged her sleeve with one hand. With a small pull, the robe slipped, baring most of a smooth, fragrant shoulder. Zhou Tong’s heart jumped. They had been this close before, but never had her reaction been this intense. He blurted, trying to keep calm: “Are you running a fever?”

She frowned and gave a chilly snort, clearly stung by the comment, then spoke in a small, offended voice: “I don’t want to talk to you.”

She pouted, inviting him to coax her. Zhou Tong’s tone softened with helpless fondness as he said: “You… who else but me would treat you like a child.”

Those words lit a fuse. She shot upright, willow brows raised, and snapped with icy pride: “Disrespecting your master. You are the little one. Do not treat me like a child.”

He answered without fear, almost playful: “I will treat you like one.”

She pretended to be angry, lifted herself, and reached to pat his head. At that moment, Zhou Tong’s lips curled in a wicked grin. He pressed his palm to her sole and suddenly began to tickle.

Her strength seemed to leak away at once. Her face turned bright red and her eyes misted, as if she were about to cry, while she gasped: “You… you jerk!”

He teased, voice light: “See the lesson now? Tell me, are you scared yet?”

She tried to recover her dignity and threatened through clenched teeth: “Despicable. Let me go… I will make you pay!”

She tried to yank her foot back, but her struggle was weak. Zhou Tong held her slender ankle, and her attempt failed. He felt a rush of mischief and kept tickling. Mu Rong Ya shivered and trembled, on the verge of tears, and pleaded in a voice that broke apart: “Bad man. I hate you. Let me go… I can’t take it.”

Her bravado crumbled. She begged at once, breathless and thin: “Alright… I know I was wrong. Please spare me… please spare me.”

Zhou Tong froze as if struck by lightning. His hand stopped at once. [What am I doing?] His heart shook. He knew his mindset had slipped into something wrong.

He looked at her again. Her lashes held tiny beads of tears. Her big eyes flickered like she was accusing him of bullying her. Words stuck in his throat, and a strange taste filled his chest. [Heroes fall before beauty. The ancients did not lie.] He had seen many rare beauties. Was Mo Liu Su not gorgeous? She was called a banished fairy, untouched by mortal dust, perfect and aloof, the goddess of countless dreams. Yet the two could not be compared. Side by side, Mo Liu Su would become the backdrop.

His eldest senior sister, born with the Yin Yang Dao Physique, was ethereal and peerless in looks and bearing, so natural that even women admired her. Even so, she was three points short of Mu Rong Ya. If charm turned into fighting power, Mu Rong Ya would already be an emperor. Zhou Tong had never doubted that.

He drew back his hand and said with regret: “Master… I’m sorry.”

In that instant, change struck. An icy force burst from Mu Rong Ya. Her hair turned snow white as she entered the Jade Devil Body state. Before he could speak, she moved. She shot at him like lightning, pinned him, and pressed him beneath her.

He stared, stunned, and asked in a low voice: “What is wrong with you?”

Her eyes glowed pink, bold and predatory, and she smiled with a wildness he had never seen as she said: “Little one, why did you stop? Since you want thrills, see it through.”

Her breath came heavy and fast. Sweat slid down her cheeks. Her skin felt icy cold. She lowered herself, her scent mixed with sweat falling on his face, and murmured: “Little one… I suddenly feel cold all over. Use your warmth to heat me up.”

Zhou Tong gasped. Even her sweat held shocking spiritual energy. [This is not normal.] A chill ran through him. [Has she gone into a full qi deviation, about to disperse her cultivation?] The next instant his thought flipped. Her power showed no sign of weakening. It was rising, slow but unstoppable.

[What on earth…] This did not look like a heart demon surge. It looked like an automatic breakthrough. He shook his head at the thought. [Impossible.] Mu Rong Ya’s heart demon was not gone. Her realm could not break through. She was already at the absolute peak of half-saint. One step more meant becoming a true Saint. A Saint could roam the world and sweep all under heaven, shoulder to shoulder with the Chief Enforcer. How could a breakthrough come so easily? It made no sense at all.