Chapter 0115

Chapter 115: Master, Will You Let Me Bully You?

In his past life, Zhou Tong and the Sword Saint had been on decent terms, and he knew the man carried a long-standing pain. People said the woman he loved suffered a death calamity while crossing her Saint tribulation and perished. A sachet made from a Glazed Divine Deer could resolve that disaster, but it had to come from a young deer.

After a few questions, Zhou Tong confirmed his guess. The Sword Saint’s beloved was at death’s door and could have her soul scattered at any moment.

The Sword Saint urged him, voice tight with worry: “Little brother, if you really have a way to turn the tide, please don’t hold back.”

Zhou Tong answered steadily: “I do have a way. To lift the danger, we must draw a talisman.”

The little demoness’s eyes widened as she blurted out, face changing: “Do you mean… Talisman Ninety-Five, the Weiling Senluo Life-Guard Mantra?”

Zhou Tong nodded once: “Exactly.”

The little demoness shook her head at once as she said, grave and fast: “That’s impossible to complete.”

The Sword Saint frowned and asked, confused: “What is it exactly? A ninth-grade talisman? I’ve never heard of it.”

She answered with weight in her voice: “Not ninth-grade, but above ninth-grade, a mysterious talisman beyond that whole level.”

Even the Sword Saint’s expression shifted at that: ninth-grade and above. His gaze dimmed as he breathed out: “That’s too hard. Harder than hunting a young deer.”

Zhou Tong kept his tone even: “Not necessarily. If we gather three conditions, we have a chance.” The Sword Saint leaned in at once: “Which three?”

Zhou Tong raised a finger: “First, heart blood from a Saint.” The Sword Saint agreed in a blink: “I’ll provide it.” Heart blood mattered, but compared to the life of his beloved, it was nothing.

Zhou Tong held up a second finger: “Second, three experts whose spiritual power has reached the Saint realm must work together to make the talisman.” The Sword Saint exhaled with relief: “That’s not hard.” Counting himself and Mu Rong Ya, he already had two. With his connections, finding a third was easy.

The little demoness sighed and added the last condition: “Besides those, we need a master who has reached the Formless Realm.” The Sword Saint’s pupils tightened as he froze. He spoke in a low, stunned voice: “By Formless Realm, do you mean one of the Six Emperor Realms?”

She lifted her hands helplessly: “I don’t know the Six Emperor Realms. That’s just how the manual wrote it.” Zhou Tong added calmly, sealing the truth: “It’s that realm.”

Hope drained from the Sword Saint’s face as he muttered: “Then what’s left? In today’s world, maybe no one has reached that realm.”

He grew visibly irritable, almost giving in to despair. [From finding a young deer, to crafting a higher talisman, to hunting for someone at the Formless Realm… why does the difficulty keep spiking?]

Zhou Tong’s reply was light but firm: “No one now, but maybe very soon.” The Sword Saint’s spirit lifted at once as he asked quickly: “Why do you say that? Is one of your elders about to break through?”

Zhou Tong shook his head with a half-smile: “Can’t say.” The Sword Saint pressed again: “Then tell me how long I must wait.” Zhou Tong chose his words: “At the least, one day. At the most… seven.” He only needed one more trace of “infatuation” to attempt the breakthrough to Formless. Seven days was already conservative.

The Sword Saint finally let out a long breath: “I can wait a few days.” He took out a jade talisman and placed it in Zhou Tong’s hand as he said: “If you want to see me, crush this. I’ll come at once.” With that, he vanished from the room.

The little demoness clicked her tongue as she glanced at the empty air: “Truly a Sword Saint, coming and going without a trace.”

Zhou Tong chuckled, but she cut in, voice worried: “Don’t sigh. Can you really find someone like that in seven days?” She was afraid that if they failed, the Sword Saint would lash out in shame and fury.

Zhou Tong waved it off in a joking tone: “Don’t be scared. If he dares make trouble, I’ll let Master beat him up.” The little demoness lowered her voice: “But Master might not be able to stop him.” Zhou Tong’s eyes brightened as he said, confident and strange: “That’s only for now. After today, who knows?”

He took out the Glazed Divine Deer sachet and stepped to Mu Rong Ya. His tone turned gentle: “Master, please eat this.” Her cheeks flushed. Zhou Tong used his fingertip to softly part those rosy lips, then carefully pressed the sachet inside.

A soft sound slipped from her throat: “Mm…” The sachet melted on her tongue. In a blink, a strong warm current gathered at her chest, then flowed through her meridians to every corner of her body.

Soon, Mu Rong Ya folded her legs beneath her in midair, palms together, the strain clear on her face as she murmured: “Little one, this medicine is so strong. I feel a bit uncomfortable.” Zhou Tong didn’t worry and spoke to soothe her: “Hold on a little longer. It hurts at first, but once the power starts to absorb, you’ll feel better.” A Saint’s body could handle it.

But things went wrong. After half a quarter-hour, her symptoms didn’t ease. They grew worse.

Zhou Tong’s face tightened as he pulled her into his arms and probed her carefully, then he sucked in a cold breath. Vast medicinal power had piled up in her meridians. It did not circulate and could not be absorbed. It just kept stacking, even clogging the channels. Keep this up, and she would be in danger.

[Could it be…] A possibility hit him. To suppress her heart demon, Mu Rong Ya had taken too many spirit pills over time and built up resistance. Because of that, her ability to absorb medicine had dulled badly, leading to this jam.

She hugged him back, voice shaking in his ear as she whispered: “Little one, I feel awful.” Then her tone turned a touch teasing, soft and helpless: “You aren’t doing this on purpose, are you? You just want to see me weak and soft like this, right?”

Her words rocked him. [Heaven knows how alluring this proud, peerless Saint looks with tears in her eyes, weak and pitiful in my arms.] Many twisted minds would count it a lifetime achievement just to make such a queenly beauty cry.

Zhou Tong’s voice trembled as he answered from the heart: “How could I bear it?” Mu Rong Ya smiled, a light like dawn in her eyes as she breathed: “I knew you couldn’t. If you want, I can…” He pressed a finger over her lips and turned to the little demoness with a firm look: “It’s urgent. I have to guide the medicine through Master’s body. The movement will be loud. Not a trace can leak out.”

“I’ll seal the space,” the little demoness said as she lifted a talisman, but Zhou Tong shook his head: “That’s not enough.” His gaze fell on a nether-gold cabinet nearby, and he made up his mind in a flash.

He scooped Mu Rong Ya into his arms, stepped into the cabinet, and shut the door. Darkness wrapped them. In the tight space, their bodies pressed close. Zhou Tong could feel her growing hotter by the breath.

Her voice came soft and shy: “Little one, are you going to bully your teacher again?” He drew a deep breath, steadied his heart, and asked in a low tone: “Then, Master… would you let me?”

Breaths grew heavy. After a long moment, Mu Rong Ya gave her answer, timid and honest: “Mm… I like it.”