Chapter 0103

Chapter 103: What Are You Staring At? Staring at You, So What!

In today’s world, what things must you never do? Fighting Zhou Tong head to head with mind power is definitely on that list.

In an age when no Emperor has appeared, his mind power stands unmatched. But limited by his current cultivation, the mind power he releases outward is very unstable. If he takes the initiative to attack with it, he can only make someone like Lian Han Xing, at the Reincarnation Realm, feel pain or go fuzzy for a moment.

But if anyone dares to send out their own mind power and clash with him head on, then forget a Half Saint, even a true Saint cannot bear a single exchange.

Sure enough, a scream tore through the air from the void, then all waves of power vanished. This time Zhou Tong caught the opening and struck to kill. He shredded that Half Saint’s mind. Even if the man did not become a fool, he would pay a huge price.

…

In the Celestial Masters Clan’s council hall, the mood was deadly serious as every power holder who had a voice gathered there. A shrill scream ripped through the solemn air.

“He’s ruined!” the clan’s alchemist shouted.

He pressed the Half Saint down and examined him, then shook his head with a bitter face. The result shocked everyone. A simple head to head clash had ruined a Half Saint. Even a Saint could not do that, could they? What kind of monster was the enemy?

Someone tried to offer hope and said: “Our clan has spirit medicines that can repair mind power. If we can refine a Nine Turn Mind Restoring Pill…”

“No. It won’t work,” the pill alchemist said at once. “The attacker’s methods were terrifying. He not only ripped the target’s mind in an instant but also compressed his own mind power and planted it into the target’s sea of consciousness. Those compressed fragments are like bombs held back for now. If anyone tries to repair his mind, they will trigger those charges and rip him apart again.”

At that, several people lost their calm. Some refused to believe anyone could do such a thing and sent out their own mind power to check.

“Stop!” the pill alchemist cried, but it was too late.

One of them touched a Mind Bomb. He screamed, curled up on the floor, and then passed out.

Now everyone behaved.

The Patriarch sat at the head, a cold air rolling off him. His eyes were like lightning as he stared at the just rescued You Feng and You Chong and said: “Who can tell me what happened!”

“Father…” You Chong began in a small voice.

“During work, use my title,” the man at the head said.

“Yes… Patriarch,” You Chong murmured.

Swallowing his fear, You Feng told them everything in detail. When the crowd heard the attacker was a teenager, every eye went wide. When they learned the little demoness now had that teen’s protection, fists clenched all around. And when they heard Zhou Tong commanded an even stronger Talisman art, even the Patriarch lost his calm. He and everyone else stood up at once.

“That’s impossible!” several shouted.

“You won’t believe me, I know,” You Feng said as he took out a Shadow Recording Talisman. He crushed it in front of them, and images bloomed in the air.

In the recording, Zhou Tong struck again and again, killing You Ye Lan eighteen times. Each time he used a technique no weaker than a ninth grade talisman. The hall fell silent in shock.

The Patriarch pulled them back to the point and asked: “Say it. What should we do now?”

“What else can we do? Our Celestial Masters Clan has never bowed to anyone. We must mobilize at once and cut that brat to pieces!” one elder shouted.

“Exactly. Anyone who opposes us must pay. He even dares to kidnap our material. That cannot be forgiven!” another said.

Their fury centered on one thing: the “material.” That matter touched the clan’s life and death and could never be brushed aside.

“Let me go in person,” an old man with graying hair said quietly.

The hall went still.

“Supreme Elder… you…” Even the Patriarch showed respect. This was the clan’s true pillar, a mighty Saint: You Jing Feng.

“No need to say more,” You Jing Feng said. “Other than me, who can bear this task?”

Heads bowed all around.

…

In the Imperial Palace, You Ye Lan wanted to die. Zhou Tong had tied her to a tree. Beside her he set up a pot of oil, clearly ready to show off his cooking.

She blurted, panicked and struggling to no use: “Hey… you’re not really going to eat Hun Hun, are you?”

“I’m not called ‘hey.’ I’m your master,” he said.

“Okay, your master,” she hurried to say.

Before she could finish, his hand cracked across her face. He said: “Say it again.”

“Master…” she whispered.

“That’s better,” Zhou Tong said.

He wiped his hands, showing a rough, domineering side. People who think too highly of themselves and look down on everyone else will ride over you the moment you show a kind face. Only a fist can teach them manners.

“Woo woo…” she cried. In her memory, this was the first time she had ever cried. Today she truly felt wronged.

“Stop crying. You sound like you’re calling ghosts. It’s annoying,” Zhou Tong said as he kept feeding the fire until the water boiled.

“Can you please not eat Hun Hun?” she asked.

“No. It’s a prehistoric variant. Eating it will help a lot,” he said.

Hearing that, she cried even harder.

“I know you want some too. Relax. You’re my pet, after all. I’ll save you a share. Such a little glutton,” he said.

You Ye Lan was about to break. Facing this stubborn devil, she had no way out.

“Pfft,” a small laugh sounded. The little demoness stood beside Zhou Tong with a teasing smile. You Ye Lan’s crying stopped at once. [Utter humiliation.] A mere “material” dared to mock her.

She snapped: “What are you staring at!”

The little demoness shot back without mercy: “Staring at you, so what?” She added with a smirk: “Proud Sister Ye Lan, why are you tied up like a monkey? This isn’t a circus.”

You Ye Lan almost coughed up blood. She hissed: “Don’t get cocky. As material, the Celestial Masters Clan will never let you go. Your fate is to be sacrificed.”

“Why?” the little demoness asked, face darkening. That question had always weighed on her heart.

Because the Celestial Masters Clan gave you life, so you must repay it with death. That was the answer in You Ye Lan’s eyes.

“Pa!” Zhou Tong slapped You Ye Lan again and said: “So the pet learned to talk, but still can’t speak like a person.”

He put an arm around the little demoness, eyes turning cold as he looked at You Ye Lan and asked: “If you were the material, would you be willing to die for the Celestial Masters Clan?”

“Of course,” she answered without a blink. Since it could not actually happen, she could say whatever she wanted.

Zhou Tong laughed in delight and said: “Ha, that’s exactly what I was waiting for!”

Seeing his happy face, a new wave of dread rose in You Ye Lan’s chest. [Something is really wrong.]