“Are you going back on your word?”
The Little Vixen stared at Mo Liusu, anger already creeping into her voice.
“Going back on my word?
Hardly…
You never had any standing to make a deal with me in the first place.
This was all just a stopgap measure.”
Mo Liusu said without changing expression.
“I’ll say it once more: hand over the Seven-Star Verdant-Blood Lotus, then kneel on the ground and await my judgment!”
“And if I refuse?”
Zhou Tong rubbed his brow, neither servile nor overbearing.
“Then we’ll hack you into ten thousand pieces!”
Ge Hongqiu said, brimming with vindication.
“Weren’t you all high and mighty just now?
If you dared to force us to kneel, you should have known this day would come!”
“Enough talk — it’s time to teach this trash a lesson!”
Jiang Yuyao was likewise burning with rage, wishing she could put Zhou Tong to the worst possible death!
“Kneel!”
Mo Liusu pressed down a palm like a towering mountain, landing on the shoulders of the two.
Their bodies trembled violently, nearly buckling, yet in that instant they straightened themselves — they would rather break than bend.
“Are you trying to bully the Hehuan Sect?
Or do you wish to fight our Master?”
The Little Vixen stepped forward, channeling the Hehuan Heavenly Art and raising a sea of red dust around her.
At these words, Mo Liusu’s face filled with disdain.
“Your Master…
you mean that cripple at death’s door?”
Mocking laughter rippled through the crowd, as if jeering at the Little Vixen for running out of tricks.
A few days ago, they had all seen it clearly — that she-devil couldn’t even save herself, and had long lost her power to intimidate.
“Hmph!
You’ve miscalculated.
My Master has already taken a Bodhi Pill.
She may not have returned to her peak, but she’s more than enough to deal with you!”
“Big talk!
All bluster!”
Tang Qi descended from the high platform and looked down at Zhou Tong, a sense of superiority on his face unlike anything before.
“Don’t think I don’t know — you could never refine a Bodhi Pill, and you even suffered grievous Dao wounds because of it.
Otherwise, you wouldn’t be so desperate to get your hands on the Seven-Star Verdant-Blood Lotus!”
Hearing this, Mo Liusu suddenly understood.
“I see.
Not only does this wretch want to save himself, he also wants to save that she-devil.
A pity you won’t have that chance!”
Even as she spoke, her palm pressed down harder, a still more ferocious force surging forth to crush Zhou Tong and the Little Vixen completely.
“You dare to harm my disciple?
How many lives do you have to pay with?”
Light shimmered in the heavens, wind and thunder howled, and invisible ripples shot over with lightning speed, striking Mo Liusu head-on!
“Boom!”
With an explosive roar, her aura burst apart.
She could barely keep her footing, treading on empty air as she stumbled back again and again.
The crowd blinked, and a figure like an immortal suddenly appeared.
“The Hehuan Sect Leader!”
“The Demoness!”
Many people rose to their feet, addressing Murong Ya by different names, their expressions tense to the extreme.
The Little Vixen breathed a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness Zhou Tong had anticipated this scene and had her send word in time — otherwise, they would have suffered a great loss today.
“Who dares to run wild here?
The Yuqing Sect is not a place where you can do as you please!”
Several elders soared into the air and surrounded Murong Ya.
“A few old relics dare to stand level with me?
Get out of my way!”
Murong Ya’s long hair blanched white as snow as she activated her Jade Demon Body.
She seemed to have become a different person, a cold, murderous aura surging out like a tide that chilled many people’s hands and feet.
In the old days, it was with this very bearing that this Demoness had toppled several sects!
“Calm down!
Let’s talk this out properly!”
The Yuqing Sect’s elders’ pupils contracted as they sensed the danger.
“You hurt my disciple and still expect me to stay calm?
Why don’t you all just die?”
Murong Ya was utterly merciless.
She struck out a hand seal that exploded in midair, sending terrifying ripples sweeping in all directions.
Several elders were wounded at once and plummeted, bleeding from all seven orifices.
The sight filled the crowd with dread.
So powerful — where was any sign of a woman at death’s door?
It seemed she really had taken a Bodhi Pill — Zhou Tong had actually refined a Bodhi Pill!
“Impossible!
You were clearly about to die — that cripple could never refine a seventh-grade pill!”
Tang Qi said with a dark face, utterly convinced.
These words reminded many of the scene that day — heavenly thunder and earthly fire had indeed appeared near Hongchen Mountain.
Surely that had been the omen stirred up by the Bodhi Pill?
At that thought, many faces froze in stunned disbelief.
Tang Qi’s ability to refine fifth-grade pills had already been hailed as nothing short of miraculous — so what did that make Zhou Tong?
A freak?
A monster!
In the way of alchemy, it seemed, it wasn’t that Zhou Tong couldn’t measure up to Tang Qi, but that Tang Qi wasn’t fit to be mentioned in the same breath as Zhou Tong!
“This is a lie — they must have obtained the Bodhi Pill through some other means!”
said Jiang Yuyao.
“Exactly right.
That’s the only explanation!”
Mo Liusu steadied her breathing and squared off against Murong Ya across the space between them.
Two peerless beauties stood facing each other in midair — an undeniably pleasing sight.
Yet even among peerless beauties, there were differences.
Mo Liusu was like a bright moon high in the sky, but before Murong Ya, even the real moon would pale.
Side by side, the verdict was instant!
“Dare to harm them, and you will pay the price.”
Murong Ya’s expression hardened, and with thunderous resolve she moved to strike.
“Hmph, he’s nothing but trash I casually threw away, yet you treat him like a treasure — you really will eat anything when you’re starving!”
Mo Liusu’s expression flickered, but she couldn’t resist the jab.
Hearing this, Murong Ya actually withdrew her hand, and her gaze suddenly turned playful.
“Are you jealous?”
“What a joke.
What could you possibly have that’s worth my jealousy?”
“Plenty.
You’re jealous that I’m stronger than you, that I’m more beautiful than you, and most of all, that after the little one abandoned you, he came straight to my sect.”
The smile on Mo Liusu’s face gradually faded.
Murong Ya was still going on: “You have no idea how much the little one adores me as his new Master.
Every day he asks after my health and worries about my injuries.
Not only does he refine all kinds of spirit pills for me, but at night he even massages my body…”
Mo Liusu clenched her fists in secret, her cheeks faintly flushed.
But Murong Ya just twirled a strand of hair around her finger, coy and satisfied at once: “Having such a talented and considerate little one really is a worry.
I told him he needn’t go to all this trouble, and he actually snapped at me!
Sigh, what can I do?
Naturally, I have to spoil him rotten.
Whoever dares to bully him will be ruined beyond recovery!”
All of a sudden, Murong Ya’s expression turned razor-sharp as she fixed her eyes on Mo Liusu.
“When the little one was under your roof, I imagine he never treated you like this, did he?
If you want someone to blame, blame yourself for being too ugly!”
“Utter nonsense!
He was far better to me!”
Mo Liusu was thoroughly enraged, her aura surging wildly, utterly beyond restraint.
She wasn’t angry because of Murong Ya’s taunts — she was angry because she really was jealous!
Lies wound no one; it’s the truth that cuts like a knife!
She was jealous that Zhou Tong showed such respect and care to someone other than her.
This should have been a privilege hers alone — if she didn’t grant it, no one else had any right to take it!
“How truly surprising!”
Murong Ya’s face turned completely cold.
“He was so good to you, and you drove him away — you really are a beast!”