Chapter 89: Mu Ran Ya Steals Home: Little One, Let’s Get Close!
In the imperial palace, Zhou Tong once again found himself in a terrifying Asura scene.
The little demoness and Shi Jie hugged his arms from the left and right, making it impossible for him to escape.
“A fleeting moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold; on this joyful day, why is someone not accompanying that delicate Empress but running here instead?”
The little demoness said with a mischievous smile.
The Yin-Yang Body was more direct, her entire body leaning softly against Zhou Tong.
“Little brother, with sister so close to you, you’re not jealous, are you?”
“Hmph! I wouldn’t be jealous.”
Before his words could finish, under the little demoness’s predatory gaze, Shi Jie’s lips had already moved close to Zhou Tong’s cheek.
“Little brother, let me give you a kiss; you’re not going to get mad, are you?”
“You dare!”
The little demoness could no longer sit still, glaring in anger.
“How terrifying! She won’t hit you, will she? Unlike me, I just feel sorry for my little brother!”
“Boom!!”
An aura erupted, igniting the entire place.
“I’ve tolerated you for a long time.”
“Who hasn’t?”
“Let’s go outside for a fair duel! I’m not afraid of you at the same realm!”
“Alright, it’s about time to determine who’s greater!”
The two women linked arms and walked out, and Zhou Tong finally let out a sigh of relief.
“Master… why aren’t you managing this?”
Zhou Tong looked at Mu Ran Ya and said impatiently.
Little did he know, Mu Ran Ya was laughing brightly, appearing extremely happy.
“Little one… do you know what it means when the clam and the snipe fight, and the fisherman profits?”
Hearing this, Zhou Tong trembled all over.
He saw Mu Ran Ya’s seductive eyes, her cheeks flushed; just stretching lazily, she displayed an enchanting pose.
The temperature of the air around them rose, making people blush.
The Sage Heart Demon Lord’s eyes bulged wide, ready to spit fire.
“Is it coming… the scene of a grand human poetry creation event!”
She was so excited she almost fainted.
In her past life, when researching humans, she was enthralled by human literature.
Those exquisite words were full of beauty, rich in “Dao” charm, a unique legacy not found in other races.
She speculated that the reason humans possessed such terrifying comprehension was fundamentally due to their rich and passionate emotions.
These emotions collided with each other, forming exquisite poems, which were ultimately passed down to enlighten future generations.
The more she researched, the more she became enamored, especially with human love poems, which were even more irresistible to her.
According to her understanding, love poems should arise from deep emotion, created in the blending of Yin and Yang, and finalized in words when the wind and rain subside.
Just like the current enchanting atmosphere, it was a perfect opportunity for poetry creation.
She intended to miss no detail of what would happen next.
It would have been great if she could record it, but unfortunately, she didn’t have a sound-recording magic array on her.
But it didn’t matter…
She pulled out paper and a pen.
The great Sage was always prepared to create a world-renowned masterpiece, to leave a legacy that would last through time.
From now on, humans would refer to her as “Sage Heart Sage!”
“This is what they call foreplay… truly… so hard to suppress, it seems I still have much to learn…”
She muttered to herself, her hand gripping the pen trembling, feeling an explosion of inspiration!
At that moment, a party pooper appeared.
“You little child, don’t look at such inappropriate things.”
Long Lingyun said angrily, reaching out to cover the Sage Heart’s eyes.
“How despicable, that vile human, trying to disrupt my path to enlightenment. Do you think you can succeed?”
The Sage Heart struggled as she was dragged out, her heart bleeding; she had missed a great opportunity.
“What do you need the paper and pen for? Are you trying to draw? The Master will kill you!”
Long Lingyun said exasperatedly.
“Not at all, I want to write poetry!”
These words almost caused Long Lingyun’s brain to shrink.
“You can write poetry?”
She admired her greatly; after all, for someone with a Wordless Wisdom Root, this was a skill that existed only in legends.
“Hmph, what’s so surprising about this? A human should be proficient in writing.”
The Sage Heart’s eyes sparkled with fervor, not exaggerating.
“Not necessarily; even if one is illiterate, there can be a bright future.”
“Superficial!”
The Sage Heart scoffed, “How could you not know that writing is the carrier of human heritage and one of their powerful inner factors?”
“If you want to destroy humans, you must first destroy their writing.”
“Humans who do not understand the beauty of writing are doomed to be abandoned, and their potential will ultimately be limited!”
Long Lingyun felt like she wanted to vomit blood, as if a number of steel knives had been stabbed into her chest.
Suddenly, she remembered what Zhou Tong once told her.
The Wordless Wisdom Root is both a blessing from the Heavenly Dao and a shackle.
Those who possessed this wisdom root had a high lower limit, but their upper limit may not stand out.
To achieve greater accomplishments or even reach the highest realm, one must break this innate shackle.
At first, she didn’t take it to heart; moreover, this shackle was incredibly sturdy, and no matter how she tried, she saw little effect.
Today, hearing a more detailed analysis, she finally recognized the seriousness of the matter.
“How about… we go back?”
Long Lingyun tentatively asked.
“My creative desire is gone! Going back now will yield nothing.”
The Sage Heart said dejectedly, while Long Lingyun was filled with guilt.
“I’ve got it!”
Suddenly, the Sage Heart seemed to have thought of something, revealing an expectant expression.
“I remember there was a record in the historical texts that seventy-six years ago, a stone tablet fell from the sky near the Imperial Capital of the Soaring Empire.”
“In my past life… I never had the chance to get close and see it. Now happens to be a good opportunity; why not go and take a look?”
“That’s just a trick; after so long, even if there was a stone tablet, it must have been taken away by someone else.”
“Who knows? Anyway, I have nothing to do; if you don’t want to come, that’s fine.”
Before the Sage Heart finished speaking, she dashed out.
“Hey… wait for me!”
Long Lingyun rushed after her without hesitation.
…
“The annoying people have finally left.”
Mu Ran Ya was extremely happy, opening her arms in a charming manner, she said to Zhou Tong, “Come here and get close!”
Cough, cough…
Zhou Tong’s expression was somewhat awkward, lightly clearing his throat to cover his embarrassment, he slowly leaned over.
“Mm… so comfortable!”
Mu Ran Ya let out a purring sound like a little cat, expressing utmost contentment.
Leaning against Zhou Tong, she rubbed her face against him and couldn’t help but stroke his hair.
“You wouldn’t be treating me like a pet, would you?” Zhou Tong said helplessly.
“Not at all… this makes me feel calm, which helps better suppress the Heart Demon.”
Zhou Tong had no response; Mu Ran Ya’s Heart Demon was indeed very troublesome. He had suppressed it many times only for it to rebound. Perhaps this simple method was really effective.
As he pondered, Mu Ran Ya revealed a sly smile.
He saw two long and beautiful legs place themselves over his own legs.
“Little one… it’s been a while since you’ve kneaded my feet.”
Zhou Tong was instantly taken aback.
“It’s already been three or four days without getting close; I’ve accumulated a lot of magical hindrance!”
“This…”
“I want it! I want it!”
