At these words, everyone around marveled.
Tang Qi was arrogant, but there was no denying he had the credentials to back it up.
“Excellent — worthy of being my disciple!
From today on, you are my personal disciple.
I will give you better resources and let you surpass every rival!”
Mo Liusu clapped her hands and laughed, expectation already gleaming in her eyes.
She would let the whole world know that Zhou Tong was beneath her notice.
Discarding Zhou Tong was as casual as tossing away a sesame seed.
If she wished, she could casually produce a second Zhou Tong — one even stronger than the first.
At that, everyone present shuddered.
They all understood: Mo Liusu was determined to elevate Tang Qi and abandon Zhou Tong.
“Wonderful!
With this, Junior Brother will surge ahead and leave that trash far behind.” Jiang Yuyao and the others were overjoyed and couldn’t help cheering.
“BOOM!”
Just then, a sound of supreme majesty rang through heaven and earth.
Everyone started in alarm and looked toward where the thunder had erupted.
“That’s…
Heavenly Thunder and Earthly Fire?” Someone blurted out, and the words rippled through the crowd like a stone dropped into a placid lake.
“Hiss…
no way?
When Heavenly Thunder and Earthly Fire appear, some wonder must have been born.
Could a seventh-grade pill really have come into being?”
“You’re all making a fuss over nothing.
Such a brief thunder — it can only mean a failed refinement!” Tang Qi said with a smile, drawing everyone’s eyes.
“You mean Zhou Tong forced a refinement and failed?”
“Exactly.
“Hahaha…
he brought it on himself.
A nobody who dares to measure himself against Junior Brother — he should have weighed himself first.
He deserved it!” Ge Hongqiu said venomously, drawing many nods of agreement.
…
Red Dust Mountain — the Hehuan Sect…
With one hand shimmering with flowing light, Murong Ya held the exquisite Bodhi Pill; her other hand lowered slowly.
Moments ago, with her decaying body, this woman had split the heavenly tribulation with a single palm, forcibly extinguishing it and putting an end to the uproar.
Her combat prowess surprised even Zhou Tong.
At her peak, this woman might genuinely have possessed the power to sweep through a hundred sects.
“Master, take it quickly!” the little enchantress urged from the side, her eyes full of expectation.
Murong Ya nodded slightly, parted her thin lips, and placed the pill in her mouth with supreme elegance.
In an instant, an incomparably serene ripple emanated from within her — a gentle, benevolent force that seemed able to erase all ferocity, designed to dissolve inner demons.
Ten breaths later, all was calm again, and Murong Ya slowly opened her eyes.
“How do you feel?”
“The inner demon has been mostly suppressed.
The Dao wound remains, though, and will need slow nursing.
I’ve recovered about two-tenths of my peak strength!”
Hearing this, Zhou Tong’s pupils contracted slightly.
With an ordinary inner demon, the pill he’d refined would have cured her in a single dose.
“No matter.
As long as I’m here to help nurse you back, the inner demon will be gone and the Dao wound healed within half a year!”
Zhou Tong said with confidence — but before the words had even faded, a fragrant breeze swept past, and Murong Ya moved, pulling Zhou Tong into her embrace.
“Mm…”
Caught off guard, Zhou Tong’s whole face sank into a warm, fragrant softness.
“That ugly woman of the Yuqing Sect had no eyes to see treasure — she didn’t even want a gem like you, and so I get to profit.
Only, your master owns nothing of value, so I’ve no gift to give you — a hug will have to serve as your reward!”
The voice coiled around Zhou Tong’s ears, tender and haunting, tugging at his soul.
Had his spiritual force not been the finest in the world, he would surely have been bewitched beyond reason and lost himself.
It took considerable effort to break free.
The woman before him was smiling like a blooming flower, one hand pressed to her chest where Zhou Tong’s warmth still lingered.
“Your will is truly firm.
You’ve passed — you may learn the Heavenly Union Art.”
At these words, Zhou Tong felt as if struck by lightning.
“No, no, no, no…” He refused hastily — his mind held countless peerless arts, and he had no interest in the Dao of yin-yang union.
“Come here, you!”
The woman smiled like a fox that had lived a thousand years and seized hold of Zhou Tong.
“Once you enter my sect, you must inherit my arts.
There’s no escaping it.”
Before he could struggle, a slender finger pressed against his brow, and the next moment, four great characters appeared in his mind.
“Heavenly Union Art!”
“What is ‘heavenly union’?” The answer came: “To unite with the great Dao of heaven and earth, and rejoice in the shared heart of ten thousand ages — this is the Way of Union!”
Those few words sent Zhou Tong’s body trembling violently.
Had his understanding of union been wrong all along?
“Master, I’ve made up my mind.
I want to learn the Heavenly Union Art.”
“That’s the spirit!”
Murong Ya’s smile deepened, her eyes brimming with a thousand kinds of tenderness, enough to melt Zhou Tong on the spot.
“Now for the first step — practice is the best teacher.
Take it off.”
“Take what off?” Zhou Tong was taken aback.
“What else?
Your clothes, of course!
The first layer of the Art is the Bedchamber Arts — don’t tell me you didn’t know.”
Zhou Tong was petrified once again!