“Hmph!
In just a few days apart, you’ve not only grown shameless, you’ve grown a silver tongue!”
The little enchantress arched her brows in a glare, hooked the sword up with a delicate flick of her bare foot, and pressed it against Zhou Tong’s neck once more.
“Did you think sweet talk would stop me from killing you?”
Zhou Tong stared at that face, but his thoughts drifted back to another time.
In his past life, Tang Qi had colluded with the Heavenly Demons, intending to sacrifice everyone to complete his own great Dao.
Zhou Tong had fought to protect everyone, only to be betrayed by several of his senior sisters — and in the final battle, Mo Liusu ran him through with her sword, and he died in bitter regret.
Only the little enchantress had never abandoned him, fighting beside him to the very end — until she perished, her fragrance scattered like petals.
At the thought, a hundred emotions surged through Zhou Tong.
A few fleeting encounters had earned him a companion in life and death, while a thousand years of kindness had been repaid with cold betrayal!
The gap between people really was wider than the gap between people and dogs!
Snapping back to the present, he looked again at that bright, bewitching face and broke into a smile — a smile that left the little enchantress staring in a daze.
It had been so long since he’d smiled from the heart like this.
“In the last life, you shared life and death with me.
In this life, I will weather every storm at your side.” Zhou Tong made the vow in his heart.
For reasons she couldn’t explain, the sight of Zhou Tong’s smile made Mo Liusu’s heart lurch violently, as if struck by an electric current — numb and aching at once.
She had seen that smile before.
On the day Zhou Tong had formally become her disciple, that fair young face had already shown hints of the wind’s spirit, yet it had also been full of adoration and devotion.
But now, Zhou Tong would never smile at her that way again — he had given all that tenderness to the enchantress instead!
“How dare he — in all the world, he should smile that way only for me!”
Her breathing unsteady, Mo Liusu forced herself to forget that young face, straightened her posture once more, and looked on with cold eyes.
“You…
what’s happened to you?
It’s like you’ve become a different person.”
The little enchantress sheathed her sword and studied Zhou Tong carefully.
The Zhou Tong she remembered always had patience and wariness in his eyes, but now he seemed to have weathered the ages and let go of everything!
“You unscrupulous creature — no matter how good your acting, you’ll never fool me.
If you want to atone and earn my forgiveness, you must do three things!”
You Cangyue’s gaze darted away as her small hands fidgeted with her hair, yet her words remained stubborn.
“I’m willing!” Zhou Tong answered without a second thought.
“I haven’t even told you the conditions!”
“Then I’m still willing.”
“I want you to join the Hehuan Sect!”
“Fine!”
“I want you to help the Hehuan Sect win the championship at the next Hundred Sects Assembly!” Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
“That is my wish as well!”
“We’re not done yet — I also want you to…
help me cultivate!”
“It would be my honor!”
The two traded questions and answers at lightning speed, and in just a few sentences, they left the entire world dumbfounded.
For no other reason than sheer absurdity!
What kind of sect was the Hehuan Sect?
One with a dreadful reputation, standing alone and friendless, doomed to total extinction before long.
The little enchantress’s conditions were nothing short of harassment — and what was even more absurd, Zhou Tong actually agreed to them.
Insane!
They’re both insane!
An enchantress and a deranged genius abandoned by his sect, thrown together — truly a sight to shake the world.
Even You Cangyue was startled by Zhou Tong’s decisiveness.
In the space of an instant, countless emotions flickered across her face — surprise, fluster, bewilderment, doubt — until finally she simply turned around and stood with her back to Zhou Tong.
“Words alone prove nothing!”
“Then I’ll swear an oath to the Way of Heaven!”
Zhou Tong had just raised his hand when a cool little hand caught his wrist.
“No need.
I’ll take you to meet my master.
If you ever dare deceive me again, I will never forgive you.”
As if afraid Zhou Tong might change his mind, she transformed into a streak of light and swept him away at top speed.
Red Dust Mountain — the Hehuan Sect…
The light of the Celestial Mirror pursued Zhou Tong, casting its image upon this place.
Unlike the grandeur and bustle one might imagine, all that stood here was a dilapidated, desolate mountain gate.
A chill wind blew through, mist shrouded the ground, and wild grass grew thick and rank — the place was worse than a graveyard.
People were baffled.
Even a fallen Hehuan Sect shouldn’t have decayed to such a state.
“Yue’er, you’re back?”
From within a crumbling cottage, a graceful figure stepped slowly out — and in an instant, countless people were stunned by her beauty.
This was the Sect Leader of the Hehuan Sect, the female demoness who had struck terror into hearts decades ago — Murong Ya.
Merely standing there, she perfectly embodied what it meant to outshine the entire world with her beauty.
Even the bright moon would dim by comparison, and were Mo Liusu to stand beside her, she would be reduced to mere scenery!
“Heavens, she’s so beautiful I could die — how can such a beauty exist in this world?” Someone let out a shrill cry, rolled his eyes back, and collapsed on the spot.
Hadn’t the rumors said the Sect Leader of the Hehuan Sect was an ugly, wicked old hag reeking of filth?
Hadn’t they said she was a creature of bottomless depravity — one who could go three months without bathing, but not a single day without a man?
A woman who looked like that could simply crook her finger, and countless men would gladly die for her!
Ordinary mortals who saw Murong Ya were utterly captivated, and only the leaders of the great sects breathed a sigh of relief.
The rumors were true after all — this woman really had burned out her vital essence, and her days were clearly numbered.
And when she died, the Hehuan Sect could be wiped out with a snap of the fingers!
“Hahaha…
hahahaha!” Mo Liusu laughed from the bottom of her heart: “A broken-down sect and a broken-down man — perfectly matched!
And with this, you still dream of winning the Hundred Sects Assembly championship?
Pure fantasy!”
Hearing this, Zhou Tong frowned and met Mo Liusu’s gaze directly.
“You find that funny?
Then let me say this plainly right now — we are going to win that championship!”
“Overreaching fool.
Take a good look at your new master — she’s about to kick the bucket.”
The words had barely left her mouth when an unnatural flush bloomed on Murong Ya’s face — and Zhou Tong’s pupils contracted sharply.
This was unmistakably the sign of her Dao wound flaring up and a qi deviation beginning — with one misstep, she would lose her life outright.
“Master, what’s wrong?” the little enchantress asked in a panic.
“I’m fine…
pfft!”
Before Murong Ya could finish her sentence, she spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed limply backward.
“Master!”
“Don’t touch her!”
Zhou Tong stopped You Cangyue and asked: “Is there a pill furnace here?”
“Yes!”
“Do you have Demon-Suppressing Ganoderma, Heart-Questioning Herb, Soul-Cleansing Flower…”
Zhou Tong reeled off a long list of spirit herbs — and the hearts of many alchemy masters leaped.
“That’s the recipe for a seventh-grade Bodhi Pill — this boy actually intends to refine a Bodhi Pill!”
“Yes!
I’ll fetch them right away!”
As if she’d found her anchor, the little enchantress rushed off at once to gather the herbs.
“Quite the showman.
Even a master-grade pill refiner might fail a seventh-grade pill — and you think you can defy heaven?”
“Then just wait and see!”
Zhou Tong sat down cross-legged and didn’t spare Mo Liusu another glance.