Volume 3, King of the City, Chapter 630: I Just Love Being Ruined by You
Upon realizing that he had misunderstood Zhou Ziwei, Zhuihun couldn't help but feel extremely embarrassed.
However, this dignified King of Assassins has done all sorts of things since he became famous, including murder and arson, but he has never apologized to anyone, let alone to a child like Zhou Ziwei who looks only five or six years old. Besides, a large part of his precious magical artifact was eaten by Zhou Ziwei's alloy armor, and Zhuihun is still feeling the pain in his heart. As for apologizing, that's something he can't even think about.
As a result, Zhuihun just smiled shyly at Zhou Ziwei, then reached out and pulled Emily up, saying, "How come... my precious daughter has learned her skills so quickly? Come on... we can't show them off in the city. Dad will take you outside the city to find a secluded place so you can show them off to your heart's content and see how capable my precious daughter is."
When Emily heard that Zhuihun was going to take her to the outskirts to test her skills, she was naturally quite impressed. To be honest, the power of her fireball spell was indeed considerable. However... it was impossible to use it in this hotel. Moreover, the power of all the fireball explosions was absorbed by the water curtain created by Zhou Ziwei. As a result, Emily had no idea how powerful her fireball spell really was.
The only thing that's certain is... this thing can absolutely kill people. Emily herself is a prime example. If Zhou Ziwei hadn't come to her rescue in time, she probably would have been blown to bits by her own fireball.
Just as Emily jumped up excitedly, she turned her head and saw Zhou Ziwei frowning slightly, revealing a hint of displeasure. She immediately had an idea, and then pulled Zhuihun back, saying, "Dad, the little brother worked so hard to teach me his skills, and instead of thanking him, you treated him like that... Don't you think you need to apologize to the little brother for this?"
"Me?" Zhuihun pointed to his own nose in surprise, then bent down and pointed at Zhou Ziwei's nose, then said angrily, "You want me to apologize to... apologize to this brat? Humph... this brat's artifact ate a huge chunk of my Hundred Transformations, and he didn't even apologize to me, why... why should I apologize to him!"
Emily immediately pouted and said, "Didn't you say you attacked the big brother first? In that case... you deserve whatever damage your magical artifact suffers. Anyway, you were in the wrong, and you have to apologize to the big brother."
Upon hearing this, Zhuihun immediately became annoyed and said angrily, "People say that girls are outgoing, and I didn't believe it before, but now that I see... it's true... You... you... you... nothing's even happened yet, and you're already siding with outsiders. You need to understand, I'm your father. How can you help outsiders cause trouble for your father?"
Emily, upon hearing this, retorted logically, "Dad, what are you saying... What do you mean by 'girls are outgoing'? That sounds awful! I'm just stating the facts, I'm not taking sides. Dad, let me ask you this: If we were sitting here talking right now, and suddenly a powerful expert barged in, without asking any questions, and unleashed a magical weapon aimed at your head, well... naturally, you'd want to protect yourself, so you'd use your transformation abilities to smash that expert's weapon to pieces. But... then that expert would suddenly realize he'd targeted the wrong person, that it was all a misunderstanding. But... he'd be angry that you smashed his weapon, so he'd want you to apologize to him. So... would you apologize to him, or would you want him to apologize to you?"
"Of course!" Zhuihun immediately raised his eyebrows and roared, "If anyone dares to be such a bastard and bully your old man like that, I'll smash their head in half. They came at me without asking any questions and tried to hurt me. I only smashed their magical weapon as a favor. Hmph... If they apologize to me properly, that's fine. But if they dare to be unreasonable and try to make me apologize to them, then... then I'll just kill them..."
Emily chuckled upon hearing this and said, "That's right... Don't you understand this logic perfectly well? The one who, without asking any questions, immediately attacked someone's head with a magical weapon the moment they met was you, Dad... And the little brother only caused a little damage to your precious magical weapon in self-defense. According to what you just said... then naturally you should apologize to the little brother, right?"
"This..." Zhuihun had been tricked by Emily and now it was too late to change his mind. He was dumbfounded and didn't know how to answer.
Originally, Zhuihun was not a scheming person, but he was not a simple-minded brute either. However, whenever he faced his beloved daughter who had been dead for more than ten years and had been resurrected, he would feel a sense of peace and tranquility. At such times, he really did not want to use his brain.
Especially when his daughter is talking to him, he is even less willing to put in any effort. He answers whatever his daughter asks without thinking, as if these words have not been processed by his brain at all.
This is how he got caught up in his daughter's words. If he didn't apologize to Zhou Ziwei, wouldn't he be slapping himself in the face?
Although Zhuihun was arrogant, he was always a man of his word and rarely went back on his word. Therefore, even though he was extremely unwilling this time, since he had already answered that way when his daughter asked, he couldn't go back on his word now. So he could only grit his teeth, put on a stern face, and actually turned to Zhou Ziwei, gritting his teeth, and said, "I'm sorry, please forgive my recklessness!"
After saying this, Zhuihun's old face turned a deep purple with embarrassment. He hurriedly turned around, not caring whether his whereabouts would be discovered. He pushed open the hotel window, mounted the enormous magical artifact, Hundred Transformations, and flew straight into the night sky with Emily in his arms...
After Zhuihun and Emily left, Zhou Ziwei quickly grabbed Chu Qiutang's hand and quietly asked, "How was it? Did that old guy teach you his spirit control technique? How's your learning going? Have you made any progress?"
Chu Qiutang nodded and said, "Of course I taught him... Senior Zhuihun is a very good person. Please don't call him an old man, okay? He's my master now, and if you're disrespectful to him like this, I... I'll feel uncomfortable."
"Okay, okay... He's a senior, I won't hold it against him, alright!" Zhou Ziwei shook his head helplessly, then continued to press, "So how's your learning going? Did that old senior from your hometown... say whether you're suitable to learn his spirit control technique?"
Chu Qiutang smiled smugly and said, "Of course... Senior Zhuihun praised me for learning very well. He said that my physical condition is just right for their cultivation method. He also said that if I can learn it within three years and successfully advance to the level of Spirit Martial Master, he will train me as his successor."
"Really... Ah... Haha... That's great."
Zhou Ziwei was overjoyed this time, and he jumped up excitedly, then picked up Chu Qiutang in his arms.
Although Zhou Ziwei is quite short now, with his head only reaching Chu Qiutang's waist, his strength is extraordinary. Even if Chu Qiutang weighs 500 kilograms, let alone less than 50 kilograms, Zhou Ziwei could easily lift her up with one hand.
Of course... if the woman in front of him really weighed 500 kilograms, Zhou Ziwei would not only not try to hug her, but would definitely run as far away as possible. If someone was that fat, would she even be considered human? She would scare people to death just by looking at her.
Because of the height difference between Zhou Ziwei and Chu Qiutang, it was impossible for Zhou Ziwei to lift Chu Qiutang up by the waist. Helpless, he could only hold onto Chu Qiutang's thighs, which was the only way he could barely lift Chu Qiutang's body off the ground.
As a result, Zhou Ziwei's face was pressed right against the triangle area between Chu Qiutang's legs... This position seemed a bit too ambiguous, instantly making Chu Qiutang blush all the way to her ears. Then, she pursed her lips and gently "spit" out, struggling as she said, "You little pervert, you... you can't sneak up on me, ah... it tickles... umm..."
If Chu Qiutang hadn't stayed still, it would have been fine, but this struggle caused her most sensitive parts to rub against Zhou Ziwei's head and face continuously. As a result, Chu Qiutang felt even weaker all over, and her body felt like it was on fire. Unconsciously, she began to moan in her sleep...
Zhou Ziwei was initially just happy and had only joked around with Chu Qiutang on a whim. He genuinely didn't have any intention of prohibiting anything inappropriate for children. However… now, upon hearing Chu Qiutang's incredibly seductive sounds, feeling the smooth texture of her thighs and buttocks in his arms, and the sensation of his face pressed against that area… in short, Zhou Ziwei was like a powder keg, his blood boiling instantly. His breathing became increasingly rapid, and his hands, which had been obediently holding Chu Qiutang's thighs, began to wander. First, they caressed her round, plump buttocks, then he deliberately blew hot air forcefully onto a certain spot below Chu Qiutang's abdomen through her clothes. As a result… poor Chu Qiutang immediately let out a sickeningly sweet moan, and her body temperature rose by at least five or six degrees in that instant, making Zhou Ziwei wonder if she had suddenly developed a high fever.
What Zhou Ziwei found most unbearable was that this woman was far too sensitive. He had only blew a prank on her, and Chu Qiutang had reacted extremely strongly. In an instant, Zhou Ziwei's face, which was pressed against Chu Qiutang's lower abdomen, suddenly felt a warm, moist breath, and a slightly strange smell entered Zhou Ziwei's mouth and nose.
"Oh dear... my dear lady... you can't be serious! You're such a grown woman, and you still wet your pants!" Zhou Ziwei stared wide-eyed, feigning astonishment, then reached out and pinched the slightly damp spot on Chu Qiutang's pants, before grinning mischievously.
"Ah...you...you bad guy, who wet their pants...you're the one who wet their pants..." Chu Qiutang was so ashamed that she wanted to disappear, but she could only weakly retort.
Zhou Ziwei pursed his lips and said, "Still being stubborn... Your pants are wet! If you didn't wet your pants, how could they be wet? You say I wet my pants, but they're not wet at all... If you don't believe me, feel them yourself!"
Although Chu Qiutang knew perfectly well that Zhou Ziwei was deliberately flirting with her, she was still so embarrassed by his words that her toenails almost turned bright red. She immediately reached out and pressed Zhou Ziwei's head down hard, saying, "You little rascal, you just know how to bully me... You've tasted this stuff before, you can't smell it, humph... If you dare to say I wet my pants again, next time I'll... I'll really make you drink my... Oh... I'm so embarrassed, it's all your fault, you bad boy."
Zhou Ziwei laughed and said, "Is everything my doing? What did I do... I don't think I've even done anything to you yet... Are you implying that I should hurry up and do something to you? Hmm... If that's the case, then I'll reluctantly do it! Hehe..."
After such flirting, not only did Chu Qiutang embarrass herself in front of her lover, but Zhou Ziwei was also burning with desire. He couldn't hold back any longer and threw Chu Qiutang onto the living room sofa, then reached out to tear at the front of her clothes...
"Ugh, the window is still open! What if someone sees us?" Although Chu Qiutang was already aroused, she was still somewhat reserved as a woman. In addition, she was still a little angry with Zhou Ziwei because he had teased her quite a bit earlier. So, she held onto her clothes tightly to prevent Zhou Ziwei from succeeding, while making up excuses to avoid cooperating.
Zhou Ziwei paused for a moment, turned to look at the window, and then said with a wry smile, "Big sister... this is a high-rise building. There aren't many buildings in the entire Huaston City that are taller than this hotel, and those buildings aren't even in this direction, so who could possibly see it!"
"I can't not see them!" Chu Qiutang said angrily, "Senior Zhuihun and the others just went out through this window. They might come back through here again in a bit. What if... what if we're doing... doing that, and they fly in... ah... I'd be so embarrassed! People will know it's you, you big pervert, bullying me, but if they don't know... they might think it's me, this female hooligan, ruining you, the flower of the motherland..."
Zhou Ziwei chuckled and said, "You're the one who's ruining this flower of our motherland, that much is true, but... I'm willing to let you ruin me, what business is it of anyone else's... Let whoever wants to say it say it! I just like being ruined by you, so what!"
"Go away... I've never seen such a thick-skinned guy!" Chu Qiutang rolled her eyes with a charming smile and said, "Okay, okay... be good... it's really not possible now. I just finished practicing with Senior Zhuihun and I'm all sweaty. I haven't even taken a shower yet... wait a bit... wait until we go to sleep tonight, then... you can do whatever you want, okay?"
"real."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Ziwei immediately perked up, his eyes widening to two-thirds their usual size, almost popping out of their sockets. He excitedly asked, "Are you sure... you can really let me... do whatever I want with you?"
As Zhou Ziwei spoke, his thieving eyes couldn't help but dart towards Chu Qiutang's full, round buttocks, his gaze filled with undisguised lust, which made Chu Qiutang involuntarily shudder...
As expected, Zhuihun and Emily returned from the outskirts in no time, and just as Chu Qiutang had predicted, they flew in through that window.
Although this room belonged to Zhou Ziwei, Zhuihun wasn't going to hold back. He was genuinely excited this time and wanted to express his gratitude to Zhou Ziwei immediately, so he flew straight into Zhou Ziwei's room.
Fortunately, Chu Qiutang didn't let Zhou Ziwei act recklessly. Otherwise, given Zhou Ziwei's extraordinary ability and stamina, he would definitely still be working on it at this point, which would have made him look incredibly foolish.
Even if Zhou Ziwei is thick-skinned and wouldn't care much if someone accidentally saw his virgin body, Chu Qiutang would definitely not be able to stand it. Even if she doesn't commit suicide out of shame and indignation, she would definitely run far away and never have the courage to see Zhuihun again in this lifetime.
Zhuihun was incredibly excited. This time, when they went to the outskirts, Emily demonstrated that amazing fireball spell in front of him, which greatly shocked Zhuihun.
Although Zhuihun had high expectations for Emily and Zhou Ziwei's apprenticeship, he never expected that in just one or two days, Zhou Ziwei would be able to train Emily to this extent.
The power of that fireball was truly terrifying... In just one moment, it actually blasted a huge rock, more than two people tall and so large that several people couldn't encircle it, into a pile of rubble.
With such powerful destructive force, even Zhui Hun himself would probably have to launch at least a dozen small magical weapons at once to bombard the enemy simultaneously to achieve the same effect. This shows just how powerful Emily's attack was.
Volume 3, King of the City, Chapter 631: Talent Test
Emily's fireball spell was indeed very powerful, and she seemed to have a remarkable talent for it. The first time she played with fire, it was so terrifying, and she even managed to create a six-fold shockwave fireball. Even Zhou Ziwei couldn't help but secretly admire Emily's creation and was already preparing to steal the six-fold shockwave fireball spell from her...
Seeing the pile of rubble left after the fireball exploded, Zhuihun was stunned for almost a minute before he finally came to his senses. Only then did he remember that when he attacked Zhou Ziwei in the restroom without asking any questions, at the same moment when his black gold greatsword, which he had created by combining various magical weapons, clashed with Zhou Ziwei's alloy knife, Zhou Ziwei seemed to have condensed a fireball in front of him in a very short instant.
However, now that I think about it, the fireball that Zhou Ziwei condensed was more than twice the size of the fireball that Emily had just condensed, and the degree of fire energy condensation in it was also much higher.
It's really hard to imagine... If even Emily's fireball could shatter such a large rock, then... if Zhou Ziwei were to unleash a fireball with all his might, it would probably just flatten an entire mountain...
At this point, Zhuihun realized even more that his martial prowess, which he had always been so proud of, might not actually give him much of an advantage against that child who looked only five or six years old. What Zhuihun could only dream of was Zhou Ziwei's speed in teaching his apprentice. Zhuihun and Zhou Ziwei had swapped their relatives to teach each other their skills. Zhuihun, being a proud and arrogant person, naturally wouldn't leave any opportunity for others to despise him in such a situation. Therefore, he had been very dedicated to teaching Chu Qiutang these past two days, without being careless at all.
And Zhuihun was indeed surprised to find that when Chu Qiutang was learning his unique spirit control technique, she felt like a fish in water, as if this technique was made for Chu Qiutang.
Over the course of two days, under the careful guidance of Zhuihun, Chu Qiutang made rapid progress. Until today... Chu Qiutang has completely broken through the natural barrier between spiritual warriors and ordinary mortals, allowing her to officially step into the door of cultivation and become a true spiritual warrior.
After breaking through the natural barrier, Chu Qiutang was able to release her spiritual power. Although her spiritual power was still as scarce as an ant, as if a gust of wind could blow it away, under the guidance of Zhuihun, even such a small amount of spiritual power could still be used to control a tiny spiritual artifact for aerial flight training.
It was a soft, pointed needle as thin as a cow's hair, and this thing was one of the most common weapons among spiritual warriors.
After all, there are only a few pieces of that strange metal, similar to black gold, needed to forge spiritual weapons on the entire Earth, and each piece of black gold is a treasure among treasures for spiritual warriors.
A skilled person can, like Zhuihun, directly refine a decent large-scale spiritual weapon using a large amount of black gold.
Most people simply don't have the financial means. At most, some people who occasionally get lucky might have one or two decent small to medium-sized single magical artifacts, such as a sword or a knife.
The black iron branch possessed by the burlap-clad monster that Zhou Ziwei once encountered was actually a very powerful combination-type spiritual weapon. Although it was not as powerful as the Soul Chaser's Hundred Transformations Great Weapon, nor as heavy, it was still something that ordinary spiritual warriors could only dream of. In fact, most people could only use this kind of hidden weapon, which was similar to a fine needle.
The three butterfly darts that Zhou Ziwei seized from Ono Yuko, although the total size of the three butterfly darts was not very large, were still quite valuable treasures for ordinary spiritual martial artists.
The ox-hair needle... Most spiritual martial artists choose this kind of spiritual weapon when they first start out to train and control their spiritual power. After all, the spiritual power of beginners is too weak to control a heavy spiritual weapon to fly in the air. The ox-hair needle is not only very small, but it is also a hollow needle. Its weight is so light that it can be almost ignored. Generally speaking, anyone who can release spiritual power outside their body can control the ox-hair needle to fly.
In addition, this hair needle is actually a very powerful spiritual weapon. Don't be fooled by its small size and light weight. If it can be controlled very precisely, it can become a very sharp weapon. Throughout history, many famous spiritual warriors have used hair needles as their weapons throughout their lives and achieved great fame.
Chu Qiutang seemed to have a particular fondness for these hair needles, and her talent was so great that even Zhou Ziwei and Zhuihun had underestimated her. After breaking through the barrier for the first time, Zhuihun took out three hair needles and asked Chu Qiutang to try and see how many she could control.
This is considered a basic test for beginners in spiritual martial arts. The more hair needles you can control at once on your first attempt, the higher your future achievements will be. If you can only control one at a time, that's the most basic requirement. If you can control two or three, that's considered quite good. If you can control four or six, then you can be called a genius.
As for someone who can control more than seven hair needles on their first try... throughout history, it seems that very few people can do that.
Chu Qiutang did a pretty good job... On her first time controlling the hair needles, she managed to make all three hair needles fly, and she clearly had a lot of confidence in her movements.
However… Zhuihun only carried these three hair-like needles with him. He had no more than that. After all, Zhuihun possessed the king of spirit artifacts, the Hundred Transformations, and rarely used other minor spirit artifacts. These three hair-like needles were found in the tomb of his deceased master. He felt that these three hair-like needles were very well-made, so he kept them with him and did not throw them away.
When other teachers teach their apprentices, they usually use at least ten hair-needles to test the apprentice's talent on the first test. Even though they know that most seemingly promising spiritual martial artists can only control one or two hair-needles at most, who wouldn't want to unexpectedly encounter a genius among geniuses? And this kind of test is basically only accurate on the first test. Once a spiritual martial artist's natural barrier is opened, their spiritual power will naturally and slowly increase. So even if you test again after an hour or two, you won't get accurate information about the disciple's talent.
Therefore, most teachers would rather prepare a few extra needles when instructing their students, just in case they miss the opportunity to test their talent.
This time, Chu Qiutang undoubtedly missed the best opportunity for testing. Zhuihun only had three hair needles. If Chu Qiutang could only control one or two, it would be fine. But now Chu Qiutang easily controlled all three hair needles. As a result, Zhuihun was unable to test Chu Qiutang's talent at all.
When Chu Qiutang asked him about it later, feeling uneasy, Zhuihun, feeling guilty, could only dismiss her with the three words "very good".
Originally, Zhuihun Huanchen thought he had done a great job of teaching Chu Qiutang to the point of becoming a true spiritual warrior in just two or three days. However, when he saw Emily's performance, he was immediately dumbfounded.
This is truly a case of comparing oneself to others... Even though Chu Qiutang has already mastered the basics, and Chu Qiutang's talent is clearly quite good, she can only control three hair-like needles to fly and circle around her within a half-meter radius for a few times before she runs out of energy.
It can be said that this level of manipulation is still in a normal training state, with an attack range of half a meter, and it is a weak and powerless attack. It is almost impossible to hurt anyone.
Let alone fighting against a master, with Chu Qiutang's current abilities, she probably wouldn't even be able to successfully assassinate an ordinary person with these hair-like needles.
But look at Emily again… that fireball she threw had the power to shatter the heavens and the earth. A boulder more than two people tall shattered into pieces with a single "crack." This… even against some seasoned masters, a single surprise attack could instantly kill them. Moreover, this fireball technique could also be used as an area-of-effect attack. If she threw it into a crowd… with a "boom," the fireball, carrying six shockwaves, would explode. Its power would definitely be far greater than a regular hand grenade, hmm… even surpassing that of a typical air-to-ground missile…
So you don't know until you compare; only after comparing do you feel truly ashamed...
Therefore, after returning to the hotel, Zhuihun, filled with gratitude towards Zhou Ziwei, once again took Zhou Ziwei's hand and sincerely apologized to him again. Last time, he was forced by his daughter to say sorry, but he said it through gritted teeth. This time, however, no one forced him, and he said it very readily, making Zhou Ziwei feel a little embarrassed.
Indeed, Zhou Ziwei has been very dedicated to teaching Emily, but the problem is... is Emily really his daughter, Zhuihun? It seems that apart from the memory of Zhuihun's daughter that Zhou Ziwei stuffed into Emily's mind the moment her soul was formed, she has no connection with Zhuihun whatsoever.
Moreover, it's evident from Emily's usual behavior that she's much closer to Zhou Ziwei than to Zhuihun. After all, she was created by Zhou Ziwei himself, essentially a part of his soul. Although Zhou Ziwei deliberately concealed and hid this from her, even Emily herself didn't know it, but the instinct of her soul still existed.
Therefore, no matter how good Zhou Ziwei is to Emily, it is entirely his duty and something he does willingly. Even if Zhui Hun doesn't beg him, he will definitely try to "train" Emily if he has the chance.
Now, not only did Zhuihun offer to teach Chu Qiutang the art of spirit control in exchange, but he also showed such a grateful expression that Zhou Ziwei blushed and felt somewhat ashamed in the face of Zhuihun's enthusiasm.
After finally managing to shoo the excited, incessantly chattering old man out of the room, Zhou Ziwei immediately and impatiently pulled Chu Qiutang into the bathroom... This time, of course, they weren't practicing any fireball techniques, but rather taking a bath together.
There was no other way... Chu Qiutang was a girl who always loved cleanliness, and she had to wash both of them thoroughly before making love.
This time, Zhou Ziwei even harbored the wicked idea of using connections, so naturally, he had to clean up the mess even more thoroughly...
As soon as he entered the restroom, Zhou Ziwei transformed into a lecherous devil, practically tearing Chu Qiutang's clothes off in a matter of seconds. As for his own... alloy suit, it had its own thoughts and consciousness. The poor alloy suit had to silently endure being molested by Zhou Ziwei when he had some kind of physical reaction. Now that he saw that he was going to do something serious, it naturally dared not stay on Zhou Ziwei's body to be tormented anymore. Before Zhou Ziwei could even give the order, the alloy suit flashed for a moment and then turned into a pool of molten iron and flowed away... It went to a corner to take a nap.
The alloy armor absorbed a considerable amount of black gold essence today, which significantly improved its quality. Now it needs a good time to digest it...
Zhou Ziwei seemed to be possessed by some evil spirit today, or perhaps he was stimulated by Chu Qiutang's words, "Do whatever you want with me," and was therefore unusually excited, focusing all his attention on Chu Qiutang's plump and pert buttocks... While this room was filled with the atmosphere of passion, in a secret military base on the outskirts of Washington City, three people shrouded in black robes, like ghosts, followed a soldier in a major general's uniform into a completely enclosed secret room.
The major general was at least in his fifties. Having held a high position for a long time, he naturally possessed an imposing aura. He was known for his strictness and caution, and his serious face seemed to never smile.