Chapter 0116

Chapter 116: little one, you big meanie!

In the dark, closed space, their breathing grew heavier, and the air kept getting warmer.

Zhou Tong flicked his fingers and called out: “Fu Six, Xuan Light!” A soft glow flared to life.

They were holding each other. Their faces were less than half a foot apart, close enough to feel each other’s breath.

Mu Rong Ya blushed as she spoke in a sweet voice: “little one… how long are you going to keep staring?”

Zhou Tong felt the bold softness pressed to his chest and couldn’t help a rueful smile: [Who could stay calm like this?]

He steadied himself and said, “Master, the medicine power in your body is piling up. We have to step in and force it to flow.”

She lowered her head and knelt between his legs, resting her forehead against his collarbone as she asked softly: “Mm… how do you plan to do that?”

He cleared his throat to cover the awkwardness and said, “I’ll lead with spiritual power, then guide it with my hand.”

Silence fell at once. Zhou Tong could hear his own heartbeat. Even without words, the mood was strong enough to set feelings on fire. His blood felt like it was boiling.

Just as he was about to speak, Mu Rong Ya hugged him tighter. Their bodies pressed even closer, and his thoughts scattered.

By his ear, her whisper drifted over as she set her chin on his shoulder: “What are you waiting for?”

He drew a breath and said in a low voice, “Then I’ll begin.” One arm circled her waist. His other hand smoothed over the crown of her head as he sent spiritual power in through that point.

She trembled and let out a small, helpless sound, then hugged him even tighter.

He murmured, “Hold on a little.”

Before the words even faded, his spiritual power showed its force. It pushed through a blocked patch of medicine power, then, following his guiding hand, extended downward. His five fingers moved like a cool breeze: they slipped over her hair, brushed her neck, climbed her smooth back, and reached her slender waist. Mu Rong Ya narrowed her eyes like a quiet little cat, clearly trying hard not to make a sound.

She quivered and said: “Keep going…” Then she lightly bit his shoulder and warned in a muffled voice: “If you try anything naughty… I’ll bite you for real!”

Zhou Tong tried to sound relaxed and joked: “Would I dare?” His palm kept moving down.

When his hand traced along her slim calf and reached her heel, pain pricked his shoulder at once. He steeled himself, and his spiritual power burst again, passing through her sole all the way to her toes.

Mu Rong Ya shuddered like she was struck by lightning. She released his shoulder and collapsed, soft and boneless, into his arms.

She hit his chest with her small fists and accused him, eyes already misty: “little one, you big meanie!”

Zhou Tong caught her hands quickly and said, “Master, please wait to scold me. I’ve finished half a grand circuit. Next, we need to work together and open all your meridians!”

She blinked, then gave a playful little smile.

She teased him with a tilt of her head: “little one, so the front doesn’t need your hand to guide it anymore?”

Zhou Tong coughed hard and, half annoyed and half flustered, said, “If you don’t mind me losing control and your meridians reversing, I can grant your wish!”

She laughed and said, “So cute. Whatever you want to do, I’ll follow your lead.”

She raised both palms, and he placed his hands against hers. At once, red lightning spread out from Zhou Tong and wrapped them both together.

Mu Rong Ya’s brows lifted. Pain shot through her meridians, but right after the pain came a warmth she had never felt before. Her meridians were getting stronger, widening a whole circle compared to before.

The red lightning completed the back route of the grand circuit, then ran down from the crown of her head, crossed her collarbones, passed through her chest, rushed over her flat lower belly, and finally reached a point three inches below the navel.

In that moment, the entire front-and-back grand circuit blew wide open. A mighty force began to run through Mu Rong Ya’s body on its own, knocking open her other thin meridians as it went.

There was a muffled boom. The medicine power spread in an instant and poured into her meridians at shocking speed. Her Saint-level aura rose again, pressing to a frightening height.

Zhou Tong shouted, “Compress it now!” Mu Rong Ya had just broken through to the Saint realm, and her foundation was still soft. This was the best time to build it up. If she chased fast gain now and let it swell, the result would be terrible.

Mu Rong Ya smiled and said, “little one, I won’t make such a simple mistake.” She pressed her aura down hard. When it hit the bottom and bounced back, she pressed it down again. She repeated this nine full times until her aura finally settled: deep, solid, and unmoving.

Only now was she truly a Saint.

On top of that, nine-colored glow flowed from her skin like mist, making Zhou Tong overjoyed. As he had guessed, Mu Rong Ya had awakened the talent of the Glazed Divine Deer.

Before he could cheer, Mu Rong Ya seized his arm.

She announced with mock anger: “little one, you big meanie, watch how your master punishes you!” Then she bit the hand that had been “acting naughty.”

Zhou Tong sucked in a breath, and Mu Rong Ya jumped, startled.

She stared at the clear teeth marks and the blood that had welled up and said in a panic: “I… I didn’t bite hard!”

He sighed, helpless and fond: “You didn’t bite hard, but you let your nine-colored radiance out. That stuff ignores all defense. It breaks right through every time.”