“Will you two ever stop?
It’s only dual cultivation — do you really need to carry on like this?” the little enchantress said crossly, her face burning red.
Zhou Tong was stripped to the waist, and Murong Ya’s hands pressed against his back, feeding strands of crimson aura into him.
“Thump, thump, thump…”
Strange sounds rumbled from within Zhou Tong, and then blood-red patterns emerged across his body — like chains of shackles — converging at last upon his heart.
“This is…
the Union Lock of the Bedchamber Arts!” Zhou Tong opened his eyes, gazing at the red patterns on his body, and sensed an inconceivable power flowing through them.
“Correct.
The Union Lock can command anything — and if one’s spiritual force is strong enough, it can command even the Way of Heaven…
ugh!”
Before she could finish, Murong Ya’s entire demeanor underwent a violent transformation.
“Oh no — Master’s Jade Demon Form has flared up!” the little enchantress cried out.
The Jade Demon Form was a special secret art of the Heavenly Union Art; once one entered that state, one became extremely dangerous.
“Master, calm yourself!”
“Quick — use the Union Lock!
Seal me!
Hurry!”
Seeing Murong Ya struggling to force herself calm, Zhou Tong gritted his teeth and finally made up his mind!
“Union Lock — counterattack!”
In an instant, offense and defense swapped places: the chains lashed out, bound Murong Ya, and then melted into her body.
“Ah…”
In that moment, Zhou Tong could clearly feel the pulse of Murong Ya’s life — he could even track the rhythm of her heartbeat with ease.
Once he worked the Lock, Murong Ya soon calmed down.
“Little one…”
“Master, I’m sorry — this Union Lock…”
“No matter.
It was a stopgap measure, after all — and like this…
it’s not so bad.”
Murong Ya gazed at the sweat-beaded muscles of Zhou Tong’s chest, swallowed, and with a gleam flashing in her eyes, went limp and collapsed directly into his arms.
“Ah!” The moment she touched Zhou Tong’s chest, a certain hollow place in Murong Ya’s heart felt filled at last.
When had she ever had it this good?!
With her fragrant softness in his arms, Zhou Tong’s heart began to race.
At the same time, he sensed his body changing again — his cultivation surging upward at a frightening pace.
In a flash, he broke through the ninth stage of the Innate Realm and stepped into the Soul-Splitting Realm — and continued soaring all the way to its ninth stage!
The Bedchamber Arts — terrifying indeed!
“Master, please show some restraint!”
Reminded by Zhou Tong, Murong Ya realized her impropriety, pushed herself up gently, gave the muscles of his chest one last reluctant look, and waved a hand.
“Your master is tired.
Yue’er, take the little one to pick out a cave dwelling.”
Murong Ya said with languid, bewitching eyes and glistening sweat — she truly looked exhausted.
“Come with me, you rascal!” the enchantress said with a coquettish pout, dragging Zhou Tong away by force.
The moment they were gone, Murong Ya’s pretty face flushed scarlet. Read this novel at novelping.com for the best experience.
She hung her head and silently cursed herself.
“Shameless hussy.”
…
“Excellent — I’m quite pleased with this place.” Zhou Tong said with a nod.
His cave dwelling was named the Red Dust Cave.
“I’m quite pleased with it too — no one around, the perfect place to teach a certain rascal a lesson.”
The little enchantress said with a smile — and then suddenly struck!
“Hey, hey, hey!” Zhou Tong’s face changed drastically.
He never expected her to be so dishonorable as to ambush him.
“Taking advantage of me when I’m not at my peak — isn’t that going too far?” Zhou Tong protested.
“Going too far…
you’ve got some nerve saying that.
At the Hundred Sects Assembly, you abandoned me without a backward glance and ran off to save your useless senior sister — did you think I’d forgotten?”
At that, Zhou Tong felt his head spin.
Back then his heart had been blinded, and now that the little enchantress was dredging up old grievances, he had no words to defend himself.
“I thought you’d let it go!”
At that, the little enchantress burst into laughter, her whole body shaking like a blossom in the wind.
“You must be misunderstanding me.
Remember what people call me…
‘demon girl,’ ‘enchantress’?
Do you really think I’m the kind of woman with a big, forgiving heart?”
Zhou Tong froze, his eyes landing on the enchantress’s chest as it bounced with her laughter — truly a sight of surging waves, enough to make the blood boil.
“Hard to say…
at least from the outside…
you do seem rather…
well-endowed…”
Hearing this, the little enchantress paused, then excitement and mischief gleamed in her eyes.
“Oh-ho!
How did I never notice before?
You’re a secretly perverted little lecher!
Just wait — I’ll stuff my foot right into your mouth!”
As she spoke, her attacks grew denser — her slender, powerful legs swept through the air, sending gusts of fragrant wind straight at Zhou Tong’s face!
“Stop!
I don’t have any such fetish at all!” Zhou Tong resisted with all his might, vowing to never yield.
“You will — I swear it!”
She intended not only to settle the old score of being bullied, but also to collect in advance whatever bullying Zhou Tong might inflict on her in the future!
“You leave me no choice.”
In that instant, Zhou Tong’s demeanor transformed — his black hair turned white in a flash, and his aura surged wildly.
“You…” The little enchantress’s face changed dramatically.
This was unmistakably the fourth layer of the Heavenly Union Art — the Jade Demon Form — and Zhou Tong had mastered it outright.
“Don’t underestimate me, beauty!”
A mischievous grin on his face, Zhou Tong shot out the Union Lock at the same time, catching her sweeping leg and hoisting it high.
“Ah!” The enchantress cried out as the youth suddenly surged forward, pinning her against the wall. Enjoying the story? Read on at g.com.
The two pressed close together, their breaths mingling — and both of them blushed.
“Let me go!” the little enchantress said, averting her eyes.
“Heh…
the world doesn’t work that way.
When we start is up to you — but when we stop, that’s up to me!”
A mischievous idea struck Zhou Tong: he grabbed her ankle with one hand and, with the other, touched the sole of her foot and began to tickle it.
“Ah!
You scoundrel — I’ll never forgive you!” The little enchantress gasped and couldn’t help crying out — but to Zhou Tong, this foot was a perfect work of art.
Small and delicate, white as jade, the five adorable toes curled inward from tension like plump cardamom buds, exuding a faint, sweet fragrance.
Even more eye-catching: around the enchantress’s ankle was wound a red cord hung with two little golden bells, and with each faint sway they rang out crisp and clear, stirring ripples in the heart.
“Enchantress, you walk around barefoot all day — aren’t you afraid your feet might smell?”
At these words, the little enchantress felt as if struck by lightning and froze for a moment.
Then her face flushed with embarrassment, and indignation rose in her heart.
“Nonsense!
They smell perfectly lovely — I soak them in heavenly-fragrance petals…
don’t believe me?
Take a taste!”
Just then, a streak of light streaked in from the horizon, bearing a message jade slip — and conveniently broke the two out of their pose.
“A Flying-Plume Streamer!”
The little enchantress’s gaze sharpened and she instantly turned serious.
It was a method of communication — some sect proclaiming news to the world.
After opening it, she broke into a knowing smile.
“Your former master is taking Tang Qi as her personal disciple and inviting the geniuses of all sects to attend the ceremony in three days.
Isn’t she kind — she hasn’t forgotten to send us an invitation!” the little enchantress said, looking at Zhou Tong and unable to resist teasing him.
“She went to all the trouble of wrapping a whole batch of dumplings just for one plate of vinegar — that old woman’s quite something!”
“How boring.” Zhou Tong couldn’t help curling his lip, saying it with utter indifference.
“You’re not going?”
“If I don’t go, won’t that look like I’m afraid of them?” Zhou Tong took the invitation, his expression utterly unruffled.
“That’s more like it!
You’re going to be the backbone of the Hehuan Sect — how could you fear a pack of small fry!” the little enchantress said with satisfaction: “And it just so happens I still have a score to settle with that wretch Chen Ling’er — new grievances and old, settled together!”
Chen Ling’er was none other than Zhou Tong’s former senior sister, and she and the little enchantress were bitter enemies.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Xuanhuang Mountain — at the Yuqing Sect…
The place was bustling with the younger generation of every sect and school.
Countless youths craned their necks in eager anticipation, wondering what kind of genius could make the Yuqing Sect willing to give up Zhou Tong.
On the high platform, Tang Qi looked down at the crowd, his heart surging with emotion.
This was the scene he had dreamed of, and now it had finally come true.
There would never again be a place for Zhou Tong here.
“Master, do you think Senior Brother will come today?” He looked at Mo Liusu beside him and asked with a well-behaved air.
“He will definitely come!” Mo Liusu said nothing, but Chen Ling’er spoke up first.
“That traitor is just playing hard to get — let’s see how long he can hold out!”