After Being Expelled From the Sect, the Master and Senior Sisters Regretted It for Life

Chapter 9:

Zhou Tong gently helped the collapsing Murong Ya to sit upright in a meditative posture.

“Master, I need to help you suppress your inner demon. Can you block that mirror?” Zhou Tong gestured toward the Heavenly Mirror, clearly annoyed by the feeling of being watched.

“That’s simple enough. Even though I’m at my wit’s end, destroying one mirror is still within my abilities,” Murong Ya said, her eyes gleaming sharply as she focused on the horizon where a powerful energy fluctuation began to gather.

“You dare!”

Mo Liusu panicked. The Heavenly Mirror was a treasured artifact of the sect. If it were destroyed, she would face severe consequences. However, if she withdrew it now, she would lose the ability to monitor Zhou Tong—a situation she found intolerable.

After some hesitation, she made her decision.

“Don’t get too full of yourself. Soon, the Joyous Harmony Sect will vanish completely, and we’ll see who can still protect a useless trash like you!” With those words, she withdrew the Heavenly Mirror.

At the same time, Murong Ya spat out another mouthful of blood, her aura growing even weaker. Black smoke rose from her body, carrying an ominous and toxic aura—an unmistakable sign of her inner demon.

“Little one, stay away! Don’t get near this, or it will cost you your life,” Murong Ya said urgently, her voice laced with anxiety. No one understood the terrifying power of inner demons better than she did. This force targeted one’s spirit directly, and anyone with a weak mental fortitude would be obliterated in an instant.

Even with her formidable cultivation, she found it unbearable. How could Zhou Tong, a mere youth, possibly withstand it?

“Do you know who I am? An inner demon is nothing to me,” Zhou Tong said confidently. Without another word, he reached out and placed his hands on Murong Ya.

“Don’t—ah!”

Murong Ya’s expression changed drastically as she tried to stop him. But before she could, she felt his warm hands press against her soft waist.

In an instant, her body trembled violently as though struck by lightning. Perhaps due to the influence of the inner demon, her body had become incredibly sensitive. Her captivating eyes misted over, and she appeared irresistibly alluring.

She was about to scold him when she suddenly sensed an immense and pure spiritual energy radiating from Zhou Tong. In an instant, it suppressed the inner demon, providing her with immense relief.

“Is… is this your spiritual energy?”

Her stunning face displayed an unprecedented level of surprise.

This pure and powerful spiritual energy was a natural counter to all inner demons.

What she didn’t know was that this was merely the tip of the iceberg of Zhou Tong’s spiritual strength.

In his previous life, Zhou Tong had been one step away from the Emperor Realm, with his spiritual power having already transcended that level. While his cultivation hadn’t carried over into this life, his spiritual strength had remained intact.

In the current world, Zhou Tong’s spiritual strength was unparalleled. He could confidently claim the title of the strongest, with no one daring to contest it.

“Little one…”

Murong Ya’s crimson lips moved slightly, her heart filled with turbulent emotions. Was this boy her destined savior? Could it be that the Joyous Harmony Sect was not doomed after all?

Thinking this, a faint smile spread across her face.

In that moment, it was as if the heavens and earth lost their color. Her unmatched beauty seemed to manifest as shimmering waves that swept across the wild grass, dead trees, desolate plains, and the vast sky.

Zhou Tong was startled to notice signs of life reemerging in the surrounding space, defying all logic.

With just a smile and a gesture, she could captivate the world, commanding the adoration of all living beings.

The power of the Joyous Harmony Sect’s cultivation technique, Harmony Heaven Art, was beyond imagination!

But Zhou Tong quickly shook his head, dismissing the thought. If the technique were truly so powerful, the Joyous Harmony Sect would have long been elevated to an Emperor-level sect.

Such an overwhelming charm could only belong to Murong Ya herself.

Steadying himself, Zhou Tong concentrated his spiritual energy and moved his hands gently along Murong Ya’s delicate frame, channeling energy into her critical acupoints.

“Ah… You… Little one, be gentler! I can’t take this!”

Murong Ya’s shoulders trembled, her jade-like hands clenched tightly, and even her dainty toes curled. Her involuntary reactions made Zhou Tong’s breathing heavy.

“Bear with it a little longer. It will be over soon,” Zhou Tong said, quickening his movements as he condensed his spiritual energy into fine threads to stimulate her internal energy.

“Ugh… ah… Stop it, you little rascal! Don’t push it too far!”

Murong Ya glared at him in exasperation, her enchanting gaze brimming with emotions, as if accusing Zhou Tong of being an opportunistic scoundrel.

Annoyed, Zhou Tong scolded, “I know the inner demon makes you more sensitive, but you’re the sect master of the Joyous Harmony Sect! Can’t you even endure a little discomfort?”

At his words, Murong Ya’s expression turned pitifully aggrieved, her eyes nearly brimming with tears.

“Why are you so harsh? I may be the sect master, but I’ve lived over a hundred years and have never been touched by a man before!”

Zhou Tong froze, his mouth falling open in disbelief. The realization that the sect master of the Joyous Harmony Sect was, in fact, an over-a-century-old maiden left him utterly speechless.

“This is unbelievable…”

“Fine. I’ll be gentler. Just hang in there a bit longer,” Zhou Tong said, softening his tone. His hands moved with more care, and he focused entirely on the task, ignoring Murong Ya’s overwhelming allure.

At first, Murong Ya remained tense, but as she realized Zhou Tong was wholly dedicated to healing her, she finally let down her guard.

“This little one… seems different from other men,” she thought, her heart softening.

Driven by a strange impulse, she reached out to touch Zhou Tong’s face, only to be rebuked.

“Are you looking for trouble? You’re trying to distract me again! Do you want me to teach you a lesson?”

Startled, Murong Ya pulled back her hands like a frightened rabbit, covering her flushed face. She felt utterly mortified.

“I’m here!”

At that moment, You Cangyue returned, carrying a rusty alchemy furnace in one hand and a bundle of spiritual herbs in the other.

“Are these enough?”

Zhou Tong gave the items a quick glance and nodded slightly, relieving You Cangyue of her worries.

“Are you really going to refine a Seventh-Grade Pill? You know alchemy?”

“Of course!” Zhou Tong replied confidently.

“Why didn’t I know this?”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” Zhou Tong teased, smirking.

Hearing this, You Cangyue’s long lashes fluttered, her puffed pink cheeks betraying her displeasure.

Murong Ya chuckled softly. She could tell her beloved disciple was pouting in frustration.

“Let’s begin.”

Zhou Tong wasted no time, summoning both his spiritual and elemental energies to ignite the sacred flames for refining the pill.

The flames danced, and time ticked away. Sweat beaded on Zhou Tong’s forehead, yet he remained steady and composed. For him, refining a Seventh-Grade Pill posed no real challenge.

Half a day passed before the furnace trembled violently. With a loud bang, the lid flew off, releasing a brilliant light mixed with a divine aura.

You Cangyue’s mouth hung open in shock. Even though she knew little about alchemy, she could tell Zhou Tong had succeeded.

“BOOM!”

Suddenly, the sky darkened, and the ground began to quake. Something extraordinary was about to happen.

“Be careful! When a Seventh-Grade Pill is formed, it triggers Heavenly Thunder and Earthly Fire!” Zhou Tong warned, his expression grave.

…

Meanwhile, in the grand hall of the Azure Purity Sect, Mo Liusu’s face was as dark as a storm cloud.

“That rebellious disciple dared to block the Heavenly Mirror! He’s courting death!”

“Calm down, Master,” Tang Qi said with a gloating tone. “Without your protection, Senior Brother is powerless!”

“True. Do you think he can actually refine a Seventh-Grade Pill?”

Tang Qi smirked arrogantly. “Master, you worry too much. First Senior Sister once said my talent in alchemy surpasses Senior Brother’s and is unmatched among the younger generation.

“Even I can only refine Fifth-Grade Pills. Do you really think he can succeed?”