Chapter 230: Little Demoness: I Shall Pierce Your Voodoo Figures!
Zhou Tong was completely stupefied.
According to the Great Emperor’s notes, in order to reach the Void Self Realm, one must find the Six Selves.
True Self, Past Self, Departed Self, Divine Self, Love Self, Slash Self.
Among them, the Divine Self and Love Self are the easiest to attain, yet paradoxically, the hardest.
Because these two spirit bodies cannot be cultivated alone, but require the selfless devotion of another.
The Love Self represents unwavering commitment, never to be forsaken!
The Divine Self represents supreme faith and absolute trust!
These two principles may sound simple, but they are indeed the toughest. In the tumult of the mortal world, how many can truly find such Dao Partners to enjoy such divine fortune?
Even if one does have such a Dao Partner, the process of forging these two spirit bodies would still demand a tremendous consumption of spirit and essence, which ordinary people could not endure.
“Let me examine your body!”
With mounting urgency, Zhou Tong, aching with concern, pressed his ear to Mu Ran Ya’s chest, listening to the rhythm of her vitality.
Mu Ran Ya’s face was adorned with an ever-present, gentle smile as she tenderly cradled Zhou Tong’s head in her arms.
“Three-tenths of the Sage’s essence has been consumed, and more disturbingly, her spiritual power has been halved… You…”
Zhou Tong flared in anger. He pushed her onto the bed intending to rebuke her, but her misty, sultry eyes immediately softened his resolve.
“Don’t be so harsh on me, I’ll cry!”
In that pathetic appeal, Zhou Tong’s anger melted entirely.
“This was my willing sacrifice. Why do you have to dwell on it?”
Mu Ran Ya grinned mischievously. At that moment, the alluring maturity of a woman combined seamlessly with the vivacity of a maiden, an irresistible allure that no man could resist.
In the following moment, the entire bedroom lit up brilliantly, the large red candles igniting one by one. The flickering firelight and radiant aura illuminated the two perfect beings within.
“Did you prepare all this?”
Zhou Tong looked at Mu Ran Ya, whose face was flushed with shyness, as he inquired in surprise.
“I’ve been preparing this for a long time. Do you like it?”
“Like it!”
Zhou Tong instantly replied, his own face glowing with a drunken stupor.
“Little guy, I don’t know how to drink the ritual wine. Could you teach me?”
Mu Ran Ya mischievously smirked, pulling out two wine cups and filling them. They drank entwined together, arm-in-arm, igniting the flames of passion in the air!
“Rip…”
Accompanying the tearing sound of fabric, Zhou Tong’s eyes burned with fiery greed.
“Master, am I beautiful?”
Zhou Tong didn’t reply, his heated palms touching perfect skin, causing a visible tremble.
“Um… what are you waiting for, I have long been yours!”
“Ah!! Heartless little thief!”
The candlelight danced, shadows intertwined — this was not the fluttering of the wind, but the stirring of hearts!
…
“Hurts…”
After an unspecified, prolonged period of time, the great beauty had now become like a pile of soft clay, weakly beating on Zhou Tong’s chest with her fists.
Her strength was clearly superior to her Shi Jie, but in this aspect, she showed a surprising fragility.
“Ha ha…”
Looking at the more than a dozen tooth marks on his body, Zhou Tong smiled affectionately.
These were left behind during Mu Ran Ya’s desperate pleadings for mercy, some even invoking the Lihua Divine Light, but it hadn’t softened his resolve a bit.
Just before, he had completely lost himself, driven solely by an overwhelming sense of possession.
What could possibly be more gratifying than conquering an absolutely beautiful saintly woman?
“How beautiful!”
When Zhou Tong’s gentle gaze fell upon her, Mu Ran Ya was greatly startled.
She promptly pulled the blanket tight, covering her exquisite body from sight.
“I can’t… I suffered tremendously just now!”
“Alright, alright… rest well then.”
Zhou Tong’s lips curved upward just as he was about to lie down, but his eyes caught something placed on the bedside. He froze.
It seemed they had forgotten something vitally important!
Mu Ran Ya followed his gaze and froze too.
There on the bed lay the two intact spirit bodies, as if they were silent onlookers, having witnessed every bit of the earlier display.
“Damn, I forgot to help you merge with the spirit body!”
Mu Ran Ya panicked. Her body shook mildly — just now, they were completely carried away enjoying the dual cultivation, forgetting this crucial step.
How embarrassing!
“Perhaps… we can absorb them later?” Zhou Tong tentatively suggested.
“No, it has to be tonight; after the auspicious hour the effects will diminish significantly!”
Mu Ran Ya flipped over and pressed herself onto Zhou Tong.
“But your body…”
Zhou Tong’s breathing quickened once again, his eyes filled with concern.
Clearly visible was Mu Ran Ya’s growing rosy blush.
“Actually…”
She hesitated: “Master prefers it… a little rougher!”
The moment the words left her lips, they instantly incinerated Zhou Tong’s remaining rationality.
“Master… this time I want to be on top!”
…
Repeated blooming, sunlight faded, night descended!
Whether from exhaustion or other reasons, Zhou Tong curled up, sound asleep.
The two spirit bodies transformed into beams of light, silently merging into his body, causing his cultivation realm to ascend yet another step, achieving the Fifth Reincarnation Realm.
Though the Void Self and Divine Self may not enhance power directly, they were indeed crucial stages.
For those who cultivate the Emotional Dao, the greatest taboo is loneliness. Only upon knowing that there are people in this world who love and trust one can the Daoist attain a sense of belonging, grasp beginnings and endings, and eventually achieve the peak of Great Dao.
But Zhou Tong’s story was too tragic. Orphaned from childhood, he was then targeted and oppressed at the Jade Purity Sect. The memories left behind were nothing but pain.
Even if he has found the True Self that will not allow the world to betray him, and the Past Self which allows him to be unbound by the past, Zhou Tong still felt like a wandering soul without a place to settle.
Now, in Mu Ran Ya, he finds his true salvation.
For this woman satisfies all his desires.
At times like a child in need of care, at times like an elder sister, gentle and considerate, at times like a wife, harmonious and in tune, and sometimes like a doting mother accepting and including his every whim.
At this moment, Zhou Tong finally lets go of all mental knots. His Dao cultivation becomes even more complete, his path forward now unobstructed.
What is gone is gone, the days I have lost cannot return.
What troubles me today are but the many worries of the current day!
While his quiet snoring could be heard, two drops of tears slowly slid, gently wiped away by Mu Ran Ya.
“This is the man I desire!”
The beauty was delighted. Initially, she thought the little one was an unyielding hero, impervious to calamities, who finally showed her the most tender side today. Excellent! Very good!
“Sleep, sleep, this is your home!”
She gently patted Zhou Tong, humming a lullaby. Her heart found peace. The night was quiet.
…
But at this time, thousands of miles away, someone could not fall asleep no matter what.
The Little Demoness, now also the supreme Saint of the Celestial Master Clan, was dazedly looking up at the moon.
“May you have a long life, sharing the beauty of the moon even though miles apart” could’ve been a breathtakingly beautiful scene, yet here she gnashed her teeth.
The soft moonlight falling on her hair shimmered with an eerie green glow.
“I shall pierce voodoo figures of you!”
There she stood, raising her clenched fist to the moon in a fit of indignation!
