89: Chapter 89 Aftermath 89: Chapter 89 Aftermath Zhou Heng only now rembered that Gu Zi was constantly challenging the third level.
If that woman suddenly ran down, wouldn’t it be terrible?
Through the Nine Mystic Trial Tower, he swept his Divine Sense outside—only he, as the owner, could do this—and saw that the door he had broken in the room had already been repaired, no matter how long he and An Yui had been frolicking.
These days, he had prepared a large amount of food, water, and clothing inside the Nine Mystic Trial Tower, so there was no need to go out.
He feasted to his heart’s content and then changed into new clothes.
He sat down cross-legged, his mind incredibly tranquil.
Having beco a true man, he felt as if he had gained trendous growth in an instant, becoming more composed, and his cultivation of heart elevated to a new level.
He raised his right hand, extended a finger, and danced it through the air, with strands of Sword Qi crisscrossing, creating thirty-six jet-black waterfalls—he was attempting to integrate the Flying Waterfall Sword Technique.
This fusion was not rely a combination of techniques, but a fusion of Sword Intent, a further elevation on the understanding of the true essence of the thirty-six forms of swordsmanship.
This was a matter of montum!
Now, he was able to extract the essence of the thirty-six forms of the Flying Waterfall Sword Technique, and what he needed to do was to fuse these thirty-six forms.
He was not limited to set moves; with one strike, the full power of the Flying Waterfall Sword Technique would naturally condense, elevating it further.
Originally, after extracting the essence of the thirty-six forms, he could not make any further progress, but now, with a clear mind and a penetrative Divine Sense, it seed he could succeed in one fell swoop.
He flicked his finger again, and a change occurred; the thirty-six waterfalls had transford into thirty-five!
A smile could not help but appear on the corner of Zhou Heng’s mouth—he had achieved a breakthrough!
Once more!
Thirty-four streams, thirty-three, thirty-two; he was moving quickly, as if he had grasped the trick.
But when the sword light-ford waterfalls decreased to eighteen, it was as though he had encountered a Great Trench that firmly blocked him.
A whimper interrupted Zhou Heng’s thoughts—it was An Yui waking up.
Her gaze was sowhat vacant, but upon seeing Zhou Heng, it imdiately beca rich with emotion, filled with rage, sorrow, and hate, a complex mix.
“Give so clothes!” An Yui finally cald down.
With her hands protecting her vital spots, she coldly said to Zhou Heng.
Zhou Heng revealed a dangerously playful smile and strode towards her.
“Wha-what do you want to do?” An Yui was genuinely frightened.
Was this guy even human?
How long had he tornted her?
She hated Zhou Heng for taking her first ti, yet she was also grateful to him for rescuing her from Yan Yinglong.
If Yan Yinglong had been the one to violate her, she would now be finding a way to kill him herself.
If she couldn’t do it, then she would commit suicide, for An Ruochen would definitely avenge her!
Despite her seductive appearance, which was natural, she had a fiery personality and would rather die than submit.
But Zhou Heng…
he was both her savior and enemy, leaving her utterly confused.
It must be said, when Zhou Heng stood up for Miao Qing and dared to oppose Liu Chengjun, it left quite an impression on An Yui.
While she admired him, she hadn’t thought much of Zhou Heng since n like him were not uncommon.
But she hadn’t expected that on their second encounter they would end up on the sheets…
without even a bed!
Her first ti was taken on a cold stone floor by Zhou Heng!
Damned guy, did he want to tornt her again?
Had he not had enough?
She felt like she was going to die!
“Don’t, don’t co any closer!” An Yui’s pretty face went pale.
Zhou Heng was annoyed.
Did this woman think he was so ominous star, to be so afraid of him?
Was he really that frightening?
A woman, if not disciplined, wouldn’t learn!
He grabbed An Yui over, pinned her beneath him, and a series of spanks rang out like the sizzling of stir-frying bamboo shoots.
An Yui wanted to cry without tears; why did this bastard love spanking her butt so much—could it be because he had been traumatized by his father from a young age?
But he couldn’t just take his misfortune out on others at will; she was all grown up, and it was utterly shaful!
Regain focus, calm the mind!
Zhou Heng took a deep breath.
For a Martial Artist, the allure of won was like the most delicious poison, easy to beco addicted to.
How many geniuses had fallen among the common folk because of it?
One can indulge, but not be overly imrsed!
Zhou Heng estimated that in the past while, he had spent at least two-thirds of his ti frolicking with An Yui.
For a Martial Artist, this was simply unbelievable, outrageous, and a waste!
He had been blessed by heaven with the Black Sword, an exceptional opportunity that had opened up a path to the peak of the Martial Path for him!
But if he could not maintain the heart of a martial artist, he would undoubtedly beco lost along the way and never reach the peak.
Moderation must be grasped!
Zhou Heng held An Yui in his arms, hooked a hand under the seductive woman’s chin like jade, and admired her dreamy expression.
Such a bewitching seductive woman indeed!
In terms of beauty, Lin Fuxiang, Ruan Jiaying, and Gu Zi were all no less attractive than she was.
However, when it ca to seductive charm, none could surpass her!
Even a mature beauty like Lv Sue had to admit defeat before her sensual allure!
But thinking of Lv Sue’s real age, which was around sixty, he couldn’t help but shiver!
This was actually because he hadn’t yet adjusted his mindset—Lv Sue had a life expectancy of two hundred years.
To ordinary people, sixty years might be considered old age, but for soone in the Spirit Gathering Realm, it was rely the beginning of one’s thirties, the ti when one ripened to perfection.
Martial Artists who cultivate against the heavens naturally couldn’t be viewed with the sa eyes as ordinary people.
Experts of the Divinity Transformation Realm could live for over four thousand years.
Thus, even soone who was a thousand years old was only deed to be about as mature as a twenty-year-old in the eyes of ordinary folks.
Once reaching the level above Spirit Gathering, Martial Artists no longer considered age, focusing instead on strength alone.
“Behave yourself from now on, or I’ll spank your butt!” Zhou Heng said domineeringly.
His woman had to listen to him!
An Yui was not willing to be manipulated and imdiately expressed her opposition.
Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
Zhou Heng took the opportunity to spank her butt again.
“You wish!”
Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
“I will absolutely not submit!”
Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
“Stop, at least let put so clothes on!”
Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
Both were stubborn, but one was in an utterly passive position, being spanked naked.
What kind of psychological pressure was that?
After a short while, An Yui finally surrendered.
Of course, this was definitely just a superficial acquiescence; who knows what kinds of nas she was calling Zhou Heng inside her head.
Zhou Heng didn’t mind, as he had all the ti in the world!
Eventually, An Yui did get dressed, wearing Gu Zi’s clothes.
Seeing her enchanting, seductive figure now hidden under the clothing, Zhou Heng couldn’t help but sigh regretfully, feeling an impulse to imprison An Yui here forever, just for his eyes only.
He suddenly sobered up, hastily banishing the thought.
He could be decisive in killing, but to imprison a woman who bore him no grudge, that was too much.
It crossed his bottom line.
Without a bottom line, there is no true heart, and without a true heart, how could one adhere to the heart of the Martial Path?
“Why do you have won’s clothes?” An Yui suddenly asked, her big watery eyes staring intently at Zhou Heng.
Even a novice in the affairs of love like Zhou Heng could feel the burning fla of her gaze.
They say a fierce woman fears persistence and a good woman loathes grinding.
After all, she was now Zhou Heng’s woman, and their karma had been ford in efforts to save her.
In a short period, she contemplated countless ideas.
In the end, she decided to accept Zhou Heng.
Feelings, after all, can be cultivated slowly!
But before this tiny seedling of affection could be nurtured, it infuriated her to the point of wanting to tear Zhou Heng to pieces!
–This womanizing scoundrel!
“Oh, there’s a guest staying here.
It’s her clothing.
Rember to return it to her!” Zhou Heng casually remarked.
His conscience was clear, so he spoke without guilt.
“A guest?” An Yui nearly fainted from anger.
If you’re going to fool , at least find a more believable excuse!
“Right, let’s see what treasures you can get!” Zhou Heng suddenly lit up.
An Yui was at the Third Layer Heaven of Spirit Gathering and stood a great chance of passing the second layer.
He wondered what treasures she could obtain!
“Co on!” He grabbed An Yui and ran up the stairs.
This bastard!
Little scoundrel!
Stinking jerk!
An Yui cursed Zhou Heng bitterly in her heart, but her body was still “weak” and couldn’t resist Zhou Heng’s strength as he dragged her up the stairs.
“There’s an enemy ahead.
Just defeat it, and you’ll gain a treasure!” Zhou Heng pushed An Yui in, knowing that her Spiritual Power was exceptionally profound.
Although her Dantian Space wasn’t as vast as his, her power was no less because of her higher realm.
He was completely confident that she would breeze through the challenge!
“Zhou Heng, you this jerk—,” As An Yui’s figure disappeared into the Gate of Light, her cursing abruptly ceased.
Zhou Heng also stepped in, but since he hadn’t succeeded in the trial, he was separated into a different space.
This second layer was empty, and he couldn’t see An Yui anywhere.
However, after just about ten minutes, An Yui appeared out of thin air, and with a snap, a Pill Bottle also fell from the sky.
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